Текст песни Typed by: Daz f Tray Deee, Ty Cuzz, Bad - Retaliation, Revenge & Get Back
Typed by: Daz f Tray Deee, Ty Cuzz, Bad - Retaliation, Revenge & Get Back 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