Текст песни Typed by: Daz f Tray Deee, Ty Cuzz, Bad - Gang Bangin Ass Criminal
Typed by: Daz f Tray Deee, Ty Cuzz, Bad - Gang Bangin Ass Criminal слова песни
[Daz Dillinger]Yeah, Daz DillingerI`m gonna take you into some gangsta shitWhat y`all niggas don`t even know aboutAnd now you ?feels? to know about,what we call Gangsta RapBut this is for the niggas who was down from day oneLove to hear, love to hear you motherfuckersI advise all you ghetto livin`, struggling from day to day,tryin` to flip a figure dollar devil up inside a bag of weed,a fresh pair of khakis and take a bitch to the groovy ass niggasTo get your money man, get paidThese motherfuckers are cut off welfare How are we go eat if we don`t cheatThese (?) bitch to me made the game out of young black niggas livesStriking us out from left to right With no motherfucking one in sightFuck that!!Sell your dopeGet your jack on, get your sack on,put your rag on and get your motherfucking thang on, niggasCause it`s onGod dammit it`s onNow what the hell you bout to go youngster[The Gang (Tray Deee, Ty Cuzz, Bad A$$, Technique)]Go ride niggaBout to go get the homies nigga, right now[Daz] Oh yeah motherfucker it`s on[The Gang] Ay come on Bad A$$ let`s do it nigga, it`s on now niggaAy ay niggaWhat`s up nigga (What`s up)Ay niggaNigga the homie called, the big shot today nigga (Word)Nigga you were ment to meet him today nigga(Man I take my baby inside today man)What`s upNigga Nigga, Ay, We can`t realy talk right now tough nigga (Alright)But uh, it`s going down later on 9-30 niggaThe big man hoe niggaBe there niggaYeah[Bad A$$ ]What`s up Daz Dillinger[Daz] Shit, Bad A$$, tryin` to keep it realer than real, manLeast half these punk ass....motherfucking niggas around here bullshittin`The big spot nigga, ain`t clockin` no dollar.[BA] Man I`m trying to haveMan I ain`t trying to go for shit[DD] Man you know my glock is hot(Eastside)Verse One: [Kurupt Tha Kingpin]I`m coming through your zone late night, shitDogg Pound Gangsta to flame the light shitCause I hold on,I`m 20 feet tallThe biggest walkin` bill fuck around to get killedGet shootDon`t try to sneak a peak in my book(?Home at hose?) , overdose the thoughts when he lookThe forbiddenThe hittin` zone that I`m hittingDon`t play with my intelligence nigga as the heat (?slittin`?)(?)So I only got two choices; loc me the blasin` bombVietnamI bring the pain rains no (?)Execution style is the shells from the heat veal Down to the ground like the rest of the dummiesJust what the fuck you thinkin` try to play with my moneyIt`s nothing but the Dogg Pound GangstasMashes, verbal disasters, 38 stashes Verse Two: [Tray Deee]I arise in disguise to surprise that assWhat you thought you caught me shortI might ride to blastWith the cannaWe let the shit all up in your nutsWhen niggas droppin`, they stop with the plan they plotsGot to stop for my gateWith (?) of breakMarked niggas caught in, they try to win and get sprayedRip the gatesGo flip the page to chapter threeFirst groove, they fools can`t come after meI mash to free,styles of catastrophe Ask for GA nigga best to answer meMy rip long as the beach that I represent Dead nigga with my stare not to step to thisVerse Three: [Daz Dillinger]Now o yeah Tray DeeeI mean I see the whole plot Be on alert, niggas shotAnywhere under that nigga caughtSo drop the microphone on my ownI shown to blownAway for these MC`s with the sludge of a chromeI take the fangDown on my own lyrical nameWhen the sees are changed ,when the storms and hurricanes Wide strandSpittin` rhymes, the beats so precise (?)skatin` on mics like iceTwice in the dayI get drunk, (?) of plastic bagsSack in the truckbecause the rhyme as claim I shit buck like the doctor Coming throughBouncin` with the droptopLike gangstas chillin on the blockNah, we ain`t worry for shitGot escape doors like CaponeWhit chick your dick on my clipForty-fives and nivesThree-eighties and automaticsSniveling, coming through for you when your boys with some statsI got to have eleven to thrill of the dramaEnthusing me to gets my norm with the slaughterOught to be known as Daz DillingerFor the shit that I known forA Dogg Pound criminalVerse Four: [Soopafly]Now if the spot`s hotI hit the switch make the topdropDon`t stopIt`s Soopafly with the sho shotWon`t stopI got ya whole shit toLook and listenI rendition the rhymes with precision You can`t faceAmaze me a place like a saddle It`s Dogg Pound Ganstas (?) like a shadowI never met a motherfucker who can make you stick I never met a motherfucker who can feel my clique You serve, you`ll make the twitch like a nerveYou`ll try to step to my wild style seperve Adjective the verve Action pack with the wordsI`ll make it stopThe jaws drop and observeI sold the block for Crook, Daz, Style and Tray DeeeWe be coming with the shitThat be the bomb babyAnd ain`t a Dogg Pound Gangsta will knock you to the flowEither you stupid as fuck or just don`t knowVerse Five: [Bad A$$]Now I know you, know you,stupid as fuckCock, bust like a sawed off punk,double barrel on `emBlack gambinos at casinos Get De Niro on `em If I want `emI go get `emIf I gotta shot a nineTwice, that`s what I rhyme likeMy clip ain`t emptyDo try to test the ridahNativity simplyBust, I lead inside yaFind yaFear them, frightened for your lifeWith your last few Live with hot live from gunblastOutlaws, outcast Low life, south lastLong Beach niggas blastYeah the b-side is rightThe most, the coastThe west, the bestWe damn bitchesSippin`, hittin` switches Dippin` hittin` robbin` niggasItchy fingers on triggersItty, bitty niggasReady for warWe kick down your doorDraw eatin`Lay everybody down on the floor