Текст песни Tha Dogg Pound - Gangsta Rap
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[Crooked I]Yeah, it`s that untouchable gangsta Crooked in to I goI`m from a long lost tribe called "Fuck a Hoe"Come through in a new Chevy, droppin game like it`s too heavyWell for you suckers that`s the ceilingA metaphor for over ya head, dumb dumbSpeak to ya double O.G., that`s where good game come fromDogg Poundin{*music starts*}[Daz] Six straight, six fo`, L co`s, missed it Cause that`s what one of us, nigga don`t touch it The people of the side for the urban I like to work for top, or make `em work it .. Whattup?! I see my niggaz all in the cut Layed back, actin a nut, waitin `til we `ruptNo remorse, as we bust, let you feel the dustLet us do what we gotta do, it`s fuckin it upLet it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the boneAll alone roamin ya neighborhood at high exhaustHigh stylin and profilin, niggaz comin after me(fuck y`all) In actuality they face the technicality(whattup dawg?) Let `em feel the battle, it was a tragedy(hell yeah) On site a nigga die for the salary (boo-ya!)We the gang and we walk like we talk and we stalkand we do what we do after dark (yeah!)[Chorus: Kurupt]This is for the ballers - gangsta rapWhat all the hoes love - gangsta rapWhat the hoppin six-fo`s do - gangsta rapYou could do what you want to - gangsta rapYeah, this is for the ballers - gangsta rapWhat all the hoes love - gangsta rapWhat the hoppin six-fo`s do - gangsta rapYou could do what you want to - gangsta rap[Crooked I]Nigga, I buy new blocks for warA few shots, a broad, that make you dropThen I`ma pop two cops or moreI`m too hot, come through wit two proper whoresPlayin Tupac Shakur, gettin `em blue socks the LordCrooked I`s the name, man that boy just hopped off the trainwearin a platinum chain striked with thangIt`s the youth game, doin it bigYou don`t like it, you and yo` kid get you and the whip, shitNigga, I spray clips, shots flop quicker than space shipsThen shapeshift yo` facial "Matrix" like a faceliftSo face it, y`all ain`t nuttin to seeAin`t a nigga dead or alive who fuckin wit meKeep the Death Row chains outMy left (?) connect so hard your head blowNow let`s blow brains out (uh-huh), just thought I had to warn yaDon`t come to Long Beach, Cali, take off on ya (?), nigga[Chorus][Kurupt]Innie, minnie, mini, mo, pick the do` or the flo`Hoe you gotta go if you ain`t takin off ya clothesAll I really wanna do is stick a dick up in youSo fast, in a flash, then I gotta slash, whattup Daz?{*screech*} We the realist, kickin back, and feelin real chillinDope laws, ooh you get tossed, we dump niggaIt ain`t nuttin to applaud (uh-huh)Never slippin dick nigga, to the West then took it straight"This kid`s a psycho gramma!" Fuck a hoe cous`Took it, what it is, what it wasBlood, nigga what it is, what is wasMy niggaz, California nigga what it isFuck the rap game if you can`t pay mayneObsessed with the West (West coast!), rack `em shellsAnd we started off the motherfuckin multi-platinum salesBiatch![Chorus 2X][Kurupt]Gangsta rap.. gangsta rapGangsta rap, gangsta rap, gangsta rap[Crooked I]Yeah, two gangstas from radioKurupt - kill Blood, Daz Dillinger, Crooked I, yeah.. Biatch! Uhh!