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Текст песни Tha Eastsidaz f Kurupt, Soopafly, RBX, S - Duces `N Trayz... The Old Fashioned Way

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Typed by: DonCapOneX84@aol.com[Snoop Dogg]1998, Dogghouse Records steps on the sceneUnlike any other record label, we plan to get greenAnd keep it clean, and stay oh so meanSo rough so tough, haha[Suga Free]What his here? This for them suckasNigga I came from a long line of playasthat ain`t scared of NAR` ONE OF Y`ALL MOTHERFUCKERS!!I see these niggas wanna see me catch a case and get struck outBut I`m laughin`, `bout to knock they ass the fuck outBitch quit actin` like a stuck up clownThat`s why yo raggety-ass attitude is fucked up nowSuga Freeeeee......hahahaBitch swingin` on my dick sayin WEEEEE!The pimpin` is crackin` so I feel like mackin` tonight (aight)Now them 70 niggas? 30 gon` hate usThat`s why I play the role, keep controland throw them off wit` these dirty gatorsSee time was tornCuz if I bought me somethin` to eat, shitI bought you somethin too, WHAT`S MINE IS YOURS!BUT NOW?! You`d rather bring me down and see me fallWalkin` wit my head down straight dependin` on y`all[Soopafly]The call me HonchoI like to Spark-leI`m `bout to barbecue a bitch like the charcoalAm I a star? NO Ya` in my car? NOMy name is Soopafly, bitch so ya` all knowNow heffer don`t act stupid, cuz y`know who I amThe nigga quick to talk shit and don`t give a damnI tell that hoe run, man that hoe better scramI pimp across the landBetter read ya` motherfuckin` press telegramSnoop Dogg told me thatNow blow me back while I`m pimpin on this funky trackBang E.S. we givin` it up got the bitches singin` the restWe blastin` motherfuckers, run up and come testBetter, hide yo chest and fasten yo vestNo bullshit, take yo bitches so quick and so fast(so fast)Fuck wit` us I`ll put a foot up yo ass[Ruff Dogg]Collect calls from the pen, so I catch it in the kitchenThe homie say, send him naked pictures of bitchesAnd if they talkin` backwards, he`ll have a homie`s jackupThat nigga fucked Pat up, fuck havin` a homies tack upWe slap hoes that step on toes of our DaDa`sand ask them niggas in the Source Awards when I caught themwhile y`all was pacin`, the homies was bringin` up situationsEliminating fake niggas while I`m paper chasin`[Chorus][Snoop and Kokane]Dogghouse (woof) in ya mouth (we`ll make you go away)Repeat 4X[Kurupt]Yeah nigga, Dogghouse, this Kurupt bitch, yeahOK, let the homies spray the KDippin hittin` switches bouncin` over ditchesCallicodes collapse niggas, perhaps niggasTrap or dap and clap niggas, I`M YOUNG GOTTSTRAPut it up, pistols might sizzle a niggaFor shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was nizzle my niggaLIke a bitch or a busta, bust a, four fizzlesurface the air miss wit a homie, wait for the whistleWho you thought we was? Temperatures might riseBefore everybody feel the fire from the 5`sI told Daz we about to fry niggas like friesAnd seperate them by 5`s, and light up the skiesCrip that D.P., K-U-R-U-P-TDippin` and I`m out, put a dick in yo mouthDogghouse gangstas (woof, woof, woof, woof)Dippin` and I`m out, put a dick in yo mouth, ya bitch[RBX]Like this, for the sake of the gameBitch nigga jaw-jackin` get ?blasted? out the frameLet them punk punk you upYou jumped up and got stomped the fuck down, what now?Showdown, got your three ring circus Bozo`scannot work or see the tears of a clownListen nit wit, you can`t get wittry to sit wit, and get yo shit split quickIf you wanna say the word is bondword is bond, then, I attack like ninja hunterYou rhyme soft like the other HunterHeather Hunter, fake a gangbang fronterCapital D to the O-G-GCapital H-O-U-S-E in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya didn`t knowLong Beach City dirty like THE SOUTH![King Lou]?Wit Suga Free in? I`m in this motherfucker leanin`I`m quick to do it umm, meant to do itStayed on my toes like the nigga pimpin`, watching the cornerMuch love to my niggas rippin`, in CaliforniaDoin it big with my nigga Bad, these niggas madAt the 2001 Benz, guzzlin` HennIt`s Dogghouse and we all in, ballin`Goldie got a couple of hoes hoppin` out the Rolls, we chillin[Goldie Loc]I came in bangin dub ?minutes? (20 minutes)All my niggas know I ain`t no motherfucking gimpI get down damn, runnin` from damn townDogghouse nigga, Dogg Pound boundHow you motherfuckers like me now when I do it likeBust on the microphone, cuss on the microphone?Yeah this nigga like Tracy, Tray DeeeBang his ass, slap his ass in the striz-neetCatch him wit the headlock, pistol whippin` wit the glockLil` Goldie Loc about to set up shopThese motherfuckers don`t like me anywayShit, I ain`t got nothing to say, wit no time to playWhat these motherfuckers thought I was about?When I bust this bitch i put my dick in her mouthNow all them niggas got something to sayBut I`ma tell `em Lil` Goldie don`t play, nigga[Tray Deee]Yeah it`s the genius of the clickKnown to sleep a nigga quickSo watch how ya` gums bump speakin` on the wristI drew the diagram how to mash the gameNever hesitated when it came to blasting thangsFrom the knuckle shoes buckle when we lock and strapI`m a real rider nigga you can drop the actI got stripes and bars from a life at warTwice as hard, as niggas claim they sheisty y`allCriminal, lay `em down for their stacks and sacksFor the mic, used to trife with the mass and gatsDo or die, to survive from my time of birthThen I`m out for gettin` mine till I ride the hearseIt`s going down, Dogghouse gangsta styleAnd fuck Death Row, we`ll take `em outWe got the whole rap game bangin` now (C--RIP!!)What you motherfuckers think this game`s about?[Chorus]Repeat 8x[Mixmaster Spade]Oh, good evening Topp Dogg I`m so glad you`re hereAll the bitches in the front, the gangsters in the rearI`m not Dr. Jekyll nor Mr. HydeWhoever told you that, they told you a lieYou been a waitin` and a waitin`, as I can seeSo treat me like the pope and bow to your kneesOh the genius on the mic is back againSo get on the phone and go tell a friendI been a waitin` for a while as you all knowAnd now I`m back on the mic doggin` the showI got platinum `round my neck, that will never fadeThe name of the chain`s Mixmaster SpadeA sure shot, body rockin`A c`mon everybody get ready to rockA sure shot, body rockin`A c`mon everybody..............[Chorus]Repeat 4x

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