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1. _ Friends
Aha, yeah, yeah In a world of, larger moves, new cars to cruise Sometimes I make the news, falsely accused I gotta shake the spot when the stakes is high A brother needs space like a vacant lot I'm lookin forward to the future, Mase and The Lox And my little son Justin, touchin a knot You knew I was comin for the crowns that's uptown You knew I was comin to put it down so what now? It's the Bad Boy, pull up and break the clutch down in the five-speed, smirkin then pull up at high speed Can you enterprise and rise like cream do? And leave em talk about the last time they seen you? Game is magnet, to everything platinum with my name attached, can you all do that? Think one thing when you read my name That Puff nigga, the game'll never be the same Chorus: Puff Daddy singing What do you do when they love you? (Let's) "live your life" What do you do when the love turns cold? (Let's) "live your life" Do you love me baby I'll be your friend Do you love me baby Though I love you like a brother I would rather be your lover Verse Two: Foxy Brown Erybody wanna be Pam Grier now, stare now Wanna know what I wear now, peep the gear now, uhh I swear now, I done killed that shit Dangerous Na Na, niggaz feel my shit, uhh Roll for delf, niggaz steal my shit sells Dunn tripped on Gortex to Pelly Pel You're fuckin with Mel, I have 500 to sell Convertible shit, leavin bitches real sick Heard he liked to trick nonstop, floss a lot Ballers out of town, spots in Adobe cot It don't stop I Fox, floss plenty rocks Since eight-nine nigga been pushin, plenty drops Nigga keyed up, stash for real Twenty G's please what? Fuck the soft shit Hundred thirty pounds of raw shit, the flaw shit The P.C. on some real to Newark shit Recall, my whole fam jig the fuck up what? Bet-ta chill, 'fore you slip the fuck up Get your wig, split the fuck up, nigga lust Dangerous, when three general niggaz bust Infa-wear, but I sips Dom Pierre Floss through the ave all them hoes wanna stare Oh yeah? I'm up in your life, play you trife Brook-lyn, bring it on nigga Chorus Verse Three: Puff Daddy Can you feel me baby? I been away a long time Is it still me baby? The one on your mind Can we creep when everybody sleepin and find ourselves 'tween satin sheets intertwined Can I touch you baby? Is that aight witchu? Can I love you baby? What we about to do could make the whole earth move, I tell you my first move Climb up in it slow, I ain't tryin to hurt you Can you feel me baby? Should I keep it right there? Is it still me baby? Take off your night wear And lay your pretty body in the middle of your bed As I place myself in the middle of your legs Do you want me baby? Just let me know like Aaliyah baby, and I'ma set you slow Get freaky baby, can you handle that? Dim the lights burn candles on your back, yeah Chorus 2X to fade more free lyrics |
2. _ Crip Hop
[Chorus: Tray Deee] I'm tired of that punk shit Where niggaz claim to done, where they from and who run shit I bang it to the tip-top Can't stop, won't stop, droppin gangbang hit rocks To the last drip-drop To the, tick tock to the blocks niggaz rip glocks I'm knowin that this shit hot This your first introduction to this motherfuckin crip hop [Tray Deee] It's time to research the documents and pull some files and put it down with this gangsta style Cause I be seein niggaz bein more aggressive now after peace treaty meetings and the weapons down Sport Chucks 'member once it was Nikes and sandals To me it's unlikely that you're sheisty and skanless To manage this dramaticness I call my rep Every step stay on deck keepin bustaz in check Certified murder guide through the streets of death Where the sleep ya slip soon as ya weakness met From that real killer deal get ya steal and mash Niggaz have done did when the steel'll blast Pockets filled with cash, fuck a Benz or Jag Lookin rough in a bucket, tuckin tens and Macs Dip roam, chip phones, flip (?) and clock Lick shots and the cops and control your block Keep it true with the crew from the old to new Ride providin 'em with guidance like your 'sposed to do Notice who, participatin all the activity That's how we livin G, strictly killer tendencies So death to all my enemies And to the homies who rest in peace, a dub bag and Hennessy These weak niggaz killin me with their proclivity to even proclimate that they as real as me [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip Talk shit and I'ma bust yo' lip I'm gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six Hummer in D.C., fuckin with a breezy, easy See we see all we can see G.R. we can G, the Eastside family Coherent, cohesive, the co-pilot On this Eastside shit cuz, I'm co-signin On the East fuck peace we ridin violent Fuck where you been it's all about where I been Sirens, gunshots, flood glocks get popped when they all try to knock knock knock Who is it - visit the papers, the streets and the labels We got the hottest shit burnin on the turntables I won't deny ya, I'm a straight rider and you don't wanna fuck with me (yeh yeh) [Chorus] [Goldie Loc] C.. R.. I.. P.. cause that's all we G I'm from Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip and I'ma tell you how the shit gon' C (gon' C) Now if I wasn't rappin motherfucker y'all be starvin on my nuts without bucks like Marvin You can't sleep, you can't eat, look who starvin Written bill paid but still gotta be a slave Flip your own money, make your own proper Get yo' own heat, in case some niggaz try to stop ya Be a boss hog about your money, float loc And trust no one, anybody can get smoke smoked like a fat-ass blunt, of that bomb shit Have a babysitter set that ass up for chip Chips Ahoy! Niggaz ran in with toys If you didn't see 'em it's the Eastside boys We be mobbin, like a motherfuckin cut Dirty dealt, lil' sag, lil' jay, lil' Chuck Two times, trey times on yo' motherfuckin ass Keep it O.G. nigga, rewind and pass It's just another day and forty dozen, niggaz strugglin Is you hustlin, do you relate to drug smugglin? If so, grab a nine and start to trip But remember, don't let nobody punk you out yo' grip nigga [LaToiya Williams] Dogg Pound groovin, Eastside is the greatest and other guys can't fade us cause we're the hardest in the town (?) and duces, never could be faded And all you suckers hate it Ohh crip is goin down And baby have no doubt, we gonna turn it out And that's on Eastside L.B.C. And we're the best, we rockin coast to coast and we be blowin dope, and baby that's the shit I'm talkin real shit to ya baby (that real crip shit) Duces 'n trayz bangin (that real crip shit) I'm talkin real shit to ya baby (that real crip shit) Duces 'n trayz, bangin bangin bangin bangin (THAT CRIP!) [Snoop Dogg] Oooh! Yeah, that Eastsider shit (Eastside Eastside) What y'all know about this here (what what wha-wha-what?) I'm (I'm) tal..king.. crip shit (talk to me, talk to me) I'm.. tal..king.. crip shit I'm talking crip shit to you baby Eastside.. ahh! Eastside, Eastside Ahh.. Eastside, Eastside! Uhh, ahh.. Eastside, Eastside more free lyrics |
3. _ Eastside Ridaz
[Bigg Snoop Dogg] You'z a fool fo' dis, yeah My dogg Hi-Tek, representin' Cincinnati, Ohio! Eastside shit, y'all know how we get down 7 dizzles a wizzle, Bigg Bow Wiggle's, up in the hizzle Fo' shizzle bizzle, here we go again Freshly dressed, I jump up in the mo'nin' tryna find some Zest Psyche, we like the Bom, somebody betta ring the alarm And hit the folks at the forum Let my homies off the yard I shall see the head nigga in charge Push... Bush outta office, dump 'til they get off us Make them offers, that leave niggas in coffins [Goldie Loc] Can you feel it my nigga, I'm 'bout to kill it my niggas Sound like guerillas, fo' real'a off gangsta government millas Coke killas, when it comes to off mic'n wit me I was branded in a gang, fuck havin' techniques Just ride, not a damn lettin' these fools breathe Pop peas, push keys, find a stash fo' yo cheese Is it possible that laws might get jealous Hell yeah they be hatin' on the 3 Good Fellas [Tray Deee] Over-dosage of ferocious, WestCoast in effect Bang straight gangsta shit, so you know it's on deck Hold and respect, cold as it get, don't wanna test Kidnap ya wife and ya kids, you get the message Insanity, commanded me to savagely spit Suffer casualties, challenge me, I handle it quick No talkin', C-Walkin', we chokin' the block off Lettin' the glock off And throwin' up DoggHouse [Hook: Nate Dogg] WestCoast niggas and we all in yo house Gang bang niggas we gon' turn this bitch out Eastside ridaz and we all in yo mouth Dogg Pound Gang we let the mothafuckin' doggs out Nate Dogg, Goldie, Snoopy, Tray Deee Never loved a ho and run the "G-A" in me Always got a bitch, but never in the front seat Still the same let the mothafuckin' doggs out [Goldie Loc] Yeah! it's about to get Crip'd out crazy Blast on all you suckas with the throw away to daily Don't you shoot that little mothafucka no mo' That ain't what he said when he hit the chest went through his heart, came out his elbow You shouldn't have been talkin' that shit bitch boy Sayin' the wrong thing against the real McCoy Didn't know I was a cold-blooded gangsta If you ain't ridin' wit us fool, we'll catch ya lata [Tray Deee] We exploded, reloaded and sewed it up Sprayed shots to the crowed, like a loaded pump Keep this mothafucka jumpin' 'til they close it up Then we dippin' wit a sip and some hoes to fuck Pour late, the hard way, ain't no bustas here So explict you can only get it once a year Eastsidaz, the ridaz, they change the game And let you know from here go, we straight came to bang [Bigg Snoop Dogg] Put me on a leash if you dare and I doubt you Ever see someone here, who gave a fuck about you? Niggas on the streets gon' keep talkin' shit about you As long as you clap fool, it's bigger than 'bout too Fuck wit fools, that ain't never paid us And try to turn the homies into traitaz Blue rags with blue balls, fo' all you hataz I shoot a shout out to the killas Yeah them stealas and Raiders [Soopafly] It's them D-O double G'z Ain't nobody really fuckin' wit deez [Bigg Snoop Dogg] Who let the mothafuckin' doggs out? [Soopafly] DoggHouse in ya mouth We them niggas people talkin' about [Bigg Snoop Dogg] Who let the mothafuckin' doggs out? [Soopafly] Niggas betta run and hide, we about to ride [Bigg Snoop Dogg] Who let the mothafuckin' doggs out? [Soopafly (Bigg Snoop Dogg)] Who let the mothafuckin' doggs out? (Woof, woof) [Bigg Snoop Dogg] Who let them Eastside ridaz out? [Goldie Loc] Now all the locs and doggs, who roll in big balls, say chips! (Chips!) And all the women wit extensions in well fed conditions, you bitch! (You Bitch!) [Bigg Snoop Dogg] Hey! who let the mothafuckin' gate open? Police comin' and we still smokin' What you drinkin' on Loc'y, Loc'y? Doggy wo'gy, got his fo'gy while we tokin' on the wo'gy, doggy [Goldie Loc] Say woof mothafucka!, woof mothafucka! Mighty mowed his ass, take his block fo' the hustlas Post up, make about a million a month Hittin' Bloods!, switchin' guns! [Hook: Nate Dogg] WestCoast niggas and we all in yo house Gang bang niggas we gon' turn this bitch out Eastside ridaz and we all in yo mouth Dogg Pound Gang we let the mothafuckin' doggs out Nate Dogg, Goldie, Snoopy, Tray Deee Never loved a ho and run the "G-A" in me Always got a bitch, but never in the front seat Still the same let the mothafuckin' doggs out more free lyrics |
4. _ Cool
[Nate Dogg] Just yesterday I had to turn a bitch away I got to many on my side - I got to many in my face Come ride with me Take you where the gangstas play Often heard but seldom seen Thats the way that its supposed to be When you do see me Mobbin wit a gangsta lean Got a piece by my side You can ride baby close your eyes girl [Chorus: Nate Dogg, Butch Cassidy, & Kokane] I'm so cool Cool.....cool.....cool.....cool.....cool.....cool.....cool [Butch Cassidy] It's me I'm back again It's never gonna end I know y'all heard it all before I just gotta give ya more Catch me rollin in the night If I turn off my lights The eastsidaz in the game You hear my voice and know my name You should bang this down on your block All through your hood Burnin trees...burnin trees Ladies let the music run right through you Just like I'll do - Butch Cassidy [Chorus] [Tray-Dee] I'm so cool I that I sweat ice cubes when I'm heated up Take this move, this groove and still G it up Stroll so slow you swore my leg was broke Pimpin hoes down south, back east to west coast I'm Tracy Dee but think of me as mr. freeze Gangsta leanin on the scene on them twisted deez Big ballin mad doggin like a gangsta ride As I exit I step with my stacey shine I'm so cool but motherfcukers know I'm a fool Ten times outta ten catch me toaten the tool Laid back or stay strapped for pay back To think that I'm slippin then crippin from way back Now let me break it down a notch Smooth like I do when I pound the cock We cold motherfuckas holdin down the block Everybody knowin that tha dogg pound is hot We so cool now [Kokane & Goldie Loc] If everybody turn there radios on at twelve o'clock We'll make the world pop [Goldie Loc] It's too good right now Blunkey blunkey Remmey remmey Plenty gumbo Snoop gimme some mo' Swakin that like a damn fool Acedemics stacey adams feelin way to cool Theres alot things that make me wanna frown though But I'm grinnin like a motherfucka Throwin dogg pound up Snappin my fingaz stompin my feet It's what you get from a gangsta with these hard ass beats I'm cool as fuck and don't say to much Talk shit to the homies cuz they know whats up As the gangstas go dead diggle my niggle Still got patience still makin niggaz I just wanna be myself What I receive from the homies is help We had a conversation today about who aint pitchin in Keep suckas away that don't fit in I'm so cool [Chorus] [Kokane mumbling until the end] more free lyrics |
5. _ Late Night
[Snoop Dogg] [talking while singing "Late night"] Yeah, baby, I'm just out here trying to get this money... I mean it's hard.. hustling late night You know (late niight) Some of these suckas out there tryna get what I got Tryna pull me down (late night) But you know.. I'm a real playa Real hustler.. real gangsta I'm bout getting this money (late night) I don't give a fuck what time it is.. It can go down all night.. [Tray Deee] Button up the honcho, grab the brownies and heat First step, to collect a nigga's bread and meat The squares asleep But all the hogs out on the prowl Blocks get locked down like they off a child Time to eat up off the streets full of fiends and hypes Checking cream off ecstasy to the green and white Dub sacks, the drugs packed up in kilo bricks Getcha slang on, bang on, and keep yo chips Baller had this, cause the savage beast did need to floss So the hard, Bogard, and we squeezed it soft Late night, the game tight, went up a notch or two With fake vice, playin nice, steady watching you I'mpossible, the clock when you.. ain't overtiming The vivrant ways for crimes on the grind and start shining 9 to 5 is midnight to sunrising Occupation gangsta committed to thug life [Kokane] On a late night.. That's the time we gone ride Nigga, it's do or die Late night We ain't checking for names When the hollow points fly On a late night.. Deeper and deeper We had to get into some gangsta shit Late night Deeper and deeper They don't know who they fucking wit [Goldie Loc] Dead bodies with a funky smell Throw 'em in the ocean Jack the fo' up two times And young nigga, keep coastin' Turn on the DVD and watch myself on TV It's killings after killings but they don't know it's me It's lil' G, now what you think that stand fo? I'm gangsta on the streets and I keep it Crippin' in the studio Who else be up late night ready to jack like the whole house? Gallop in yo shit like the black joust To make it real simple and quick If I don't have it, I gots to take yo shit And it's all about the fast lane, nigga When you see me on the streets, I got my finger on tha trigga Never catch who's slippin' when I'm on them 2-wing deez And when I get my bricks, I flood ya whole city in titties Please believe, that I'm a lil' crazy motherfucker Turned out by the Spillman's, Gaithen's, and Ruckas [Kokane] On a late night.. That's the time that we gone move a gang away Late night They call me Chef Boyardee, pushin' up some cakes On a late night.. Deeper and deeper I bang these streets for all so long Late night Deeper and deeper Uh, wit this game that I got, I can't go wrong [fades out] more free lyrics |
6. _ I Luv It
[Snoop Dogg] Eastsidaz come out and play Eastsidaz come out and play [Goldie Loc] Eastside!one five, two*cough*one Two oh, one eastside one five Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh We finna show you motherfuckers whats happenin Tray Dee [Tray Dee] Comin in front and center state ya name and game Yeah them eastsidaz back and we came to bang (eastside) Givin it up, pistols and chucks, rags hangin Stricly insane and we do the damn thang [Goldie Loc] Its the big bad eastsider rollin Now how many blocks we controllin Two 0, two one, one five seventeen and eleven One nine and a muthafuckin dime [Tray Dee] Murder block to the swamp front of grandmama house They don't sleep, well freak off brand knock em out Stay deep, bring heat make streets emorge Young Gs, Lil Gs, casualties and war So we push the turf steady pushin work Niggas love seein thugs so we look for dirt Where the shit don't stop and them six fours hop If ya just get socked, don't trip gettin dropped [Goldie Loc] All black wit a little bit of gold Now lemme show you motherfuckers how the eastside roll Footin to the metal, every hand on stiletto Extra clip when we book out, peace we long ghetto I'm about to make the shit crack We got straps in this bitch I got somethin on fat Tellin you motherfuckers, "Damn!" It ain't no thang when you bang wit the Dogg Pound (DOGG POUND) [Chorus: Snoop Dogg (Snoopy Collins)] (I luv it!) The way the homies come through all blue nigga what y'all wanna do? (I luv it!) We got hos to the left, platinum on our chest nigga yup yup (I luv it!) Can't stop, won't stop, so what that L.B.C. like (I luv it!) We do the damn thang all night, better yet fo' life [Goldie Loc] I luv it! We keepin that shit G Cause that's all I see I luv it! [Tray Dee] We always gon' roll, and stay way too deep Tray Dee, Gol-die, Snoop, ducez 'n trayz Still give it to that ass the old fashion way From the LB city, where them shells leave many Wannabes on they knees, tryna beef wit a gizze [Goldie Loc] Aye loc, I represent till the shit don't stop Fuck them paramedics and them crooked ass cops Its hard to maintain on the front line Check this out cuz, I gotta get mine Low ridahs, eastsidaz comin wit that G shit People want some of this? Hell naw trick I'm keepin that shit gangsta Yeah, C-walkin on you pranksters, nigga [Tray Dee] We don't really give a mad fuck nigga what Gettin mad stuck, catch you comin out the cut Hoo ridin, G ridin fuck the law Better hope you on my side once I clutch and draw My reactions, attractions, fast and all actions Till I die east the side, I stay smashin Represent this like its meant to see To the graveyard or the penetentary [Chorus] [Kokane] Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom [Repeat 12x] [Sir Dogg] I am Sir Dogg D-P-G funk And I am crip I never learned to crip Oh no! Put me down Let go of my legs I'll never C-walk Do the time of life You have the time of your life Hey ha! [Snoop Dogg] Oh yeah, what's Crip-a-lat'n baby? Eastsidaz, "Duces 'N Trayz - The Old Fashioned Way" Somethin uh, to make you move, groove, and defintely sets the mood Its so uh gangsta, its so uh prankster Its the hoodie hoodie, goodie goodie To lick ya boogie oggie oggie Can ya dig what i'm talkin bout I smell ya Battle Cat Now thats funky, thats so funky, I have to say uh! Eastsidaz come back [Repeat 4x] more free lyrics |
7. _ Connected
[Prodigy] Come on man, Eastsidaz [Goldie Loc] Eastside... [Prodigy] Infamous Mobb [Tray Deee] Infamous Mobb Deep [Verse 1 - Prodigy, Tray Deee] Out the muthafuckin depths in New York, its P You couldn't get close enough to even touch the kid If you did,you wouldn't get far enough to bag I put my guns to work on your bitch ass Hold up, niggas fuckin up the game Put my name in statements, cooperating wit these and talkin Fuck it, I'll still buck em and gamble wit my freedom These niggas gon learn to respect the P-Dub I don't take no shit off of nobody No nigga, no bitch, lets get rich and party Lets not test my gangsta, thats how you get bodied Thats how hearts get took, pride get damaged Lives is shedded, fuckin wit these east side niggas We teach y'all niggas bout this murder shit We got Tray Deee, Goldie Loc, Hav and P Kokane, wit my nigga Snoop D-O-G-G [Tray Deee] Big hitters, wig splitters, give niggas the blues Fools loud mouth we all about spittin them tools From the coast of the locs were the Gs was born And we raise up B.G.s to keep it goin In the alleys, not the valleys, killa Cali the zone Long Beach bringin heat takin off when its on Fuck pretty, come gritty when we bring the noise Big boys play wit keeps when we bring the toys Wet T-shirts, we search to put in work, cuz Come back for ya homies as you gettin ya dirt dug Congregatin, operatin Gs and hustlas You other muthafuckas can't concieve our structures The DPGC, the M-O-B-B, stricly east side and we ride on G.P. Bandanas, hoodies, timbos and chucks Stay mashin on bustas not givin a fuck [Chorus - Snoop Dogg, Kokane] Eastsidaz and Mobb Deep We connected From the West to the East Connected Oh what you got beef? Connected Run up on ya while ya sleep Stay connected My nephews play wit keeps We connected From the West to the East Connected Blast ya ass in the streets We connected Eastsidaz&Mobb Deep Stay connected For life [Kokane] Yeah [repeat 30X] [Verse 2 - Havoc, Goldie Loc] [Havoc] Connect wit my dogs be that serious shit Serious things when M-O-B and sidaz bang Ice and chains, be best that you hide those thangs And pressure to that ass we apply those thangs Told you fucks before, when it rains it pours Its a cold ,cold, cold world nigga its Doggy Dogg Better walk or crawl(for real), cause on the real homeboy Fuck around and you'll be up in the morgue Moms praisin the lords, rev paintin the picture Of a wise young man who didn't get the picture We keep it gangsta nigga, don't get it twisted nigga Cross me nigga, you'll wind up a missin nigga QB and we trully, rep for ours Wars and scars, bitches in a gang of whips When it came to this game though we changed the shit And fuck who you wit, its what you up in the club but yo [Goldie Loc] Uzis, AKs, Glock 40s and Tech 9s Tryna take mines, you'll be a dead muthafucka Come up short, wit yo life on support Burnin rubber down the street in a black super spoke Fo' pokes to the neck, five sticks to the dome Gun powder on my clothes when I smacked him in his nose Real talk, show you how to walk the walk All black all times when I scheme and stalk Its somethin about bein a cold blooded killa I'm bananas my nigga, like a black ass guerilla I'm G'd up, smokin all the muthafuckin weed up Drinkin on a full cup nigga [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] Yeah, defintely connected How you love that? Uh, like I said you can't spell the West wit out the ES East side up eastsidaz From QB to the LB You see what I see and G how I G Feel me? Eastsidaz, duces and trayz the old fashioned way Alchemist... Uh, yeah-yay more free lyrics |
8. _ Sticky Fingers
[Hook - 2x : Ric Rock] Sticky fingers is the one I love I love him, I love you [Tray Deee] Mmm, mmm, mmm Sometimes I just look at how you buy me things Before I split you wide open and I take a whif You so fine and now that you mind, it's that time I'm holdin' on you close, can't wait to be kind Slowly dig you out and spread you 'cross the sheet Run my fingers through your hair, 'til you soft and sweet As you clingin' to my fingers, time to get you hot Wrap you up real tight, then I lick the top Got you properly positioned to consume you whole But I know as we together I'ma lose control Any way I spark the flame and the games commence As your aroma take over I get faded quick See you fill me with a feeling so fulfilling it's thrillin' That without you it's about to be a reason for livin' I spend my last cash, even chose to fight But yet I would even share if the mood is right Let's get high [Hook - 1x: Ric Rock] Sticky fingers is the one I love I love him, I love you [Kokane] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah [Hook - 1x: Ric Rock (Kokane)] Sticky fingers is the one I love I love him (I love you) I love you [Kokane] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (You feel so good) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Goldie Loc] Where my grinder at? Where my grinder at? So I can breakdown some Colombian black Can't find my tire, so I use my 'tibs Twist it up in some chocolate, now hit this shit ... And hold it in for about 20 seconds Now how the hell you'd get "Mary Jane" naked? Watch me light the cigarette up, I bet it burn out Now hit some of this shit nigga, it get you turned out Make you wanna jump back and kiss ya'self Solo blunt to the neck, I don't need no help But if I run to a bad bats, it's just anotha dollar loss In time to pop my coller, 'til I pop a coller off Situation sticky, no need for being picky Don't touch ya face, the crystals make you itchy Who's the theif that stole ya keef? I had to smash on the teeth, right down the streets You know why? [Hook - 1x: Ric Rock & Kokane] Sticky fingers is the one I love I love him, I love you [Kokane] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Even though I love you girl) Yeah, yeah, yeah [Hook - 1x: Ric Rock (Kokane)] Sticky fingers is the one I love I love him (I love you girl) I love you [Kokane] You know when you smoke you smell so good... [Hook - 1x: Ric Rock (Kokane)] Sticky fingers is the one I love I love him (Yeah) I love you (I love you girl) [Hook - 2x: Ric Rock] Sticky fingers is the one I love I love him, I love you [Kokane over Hook] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I love you girl) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, Mrs. Sticky [Hook - 1x: Ric Rock] Sticky fingers is the one I love I love him (Yeah) I love you (Yeah, oh girl) more free lyrics |
9. _ Now Is The Time
[Kokane & {Snoop Dogg}] Oh.......Chassa-dee {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy} From the LBC Chassa-dee {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy} La da da da da da da {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy} From the LB....LB {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy} [Tray Deee] What up cuz? You know aint nothin different on mines When I hit up motherfuckers with that look in my eyes It's a statement that I'm makin and aint takin no backtalk I'm blowin niggaz hats off as soon as my gat cough The last thought you rappin niggaz should think Is you can never get a scratch with Tray Deee on the beat On the streets over beef you dont compete with uno - you know The general a criminal do low Admit cuz I'm wit it then I spit it and lit it Niggaz timid in my vision I cause tension and thinkin By my presence I'm a answer to society's hate A true rider with the mind - I pushed him outta his way Fools petty and they ready steady comin with bullshit A full clip with jewell will hit like a mule kick A sure hit is all I'm aiming for when I blast Motherfuckers hit the deck once I go in the dash [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] Now is the time This is the place To bang back the khakis with the church fat lace West is the coast, east is the side Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride Money brings power, power brings respect Disrespect the set I gotsta grab the tech This is how it goes and thats how it's done Eastside 2-1 in the land of the fun [Tray Deee] Niggaz how ya figure that the game gon' wait I came home straight from the pen to take your place Aint no chase this paper comin soon as I post up And watch the victom's clock and catch him choppin his dough up Fuck the his host up stripped, gagged and roped up Take the whole cut and he be sure negotiative I'm ruthless I shoot crips and bloods alike Thug for life - come and catch the slug tonight Insane mental frame feel no shame or pitty Since the game is shitty I gotsta bang the city Trippin gangstas so I brang the terroristical heat Grab strap jacket mack to reach the tinted to peep This is the beach now any nigga got a rebuttal Kobe eatin what he speakin once he cant get the muzzle Struggle hard for my title and intend to hold it You want it? Then all invitations open [Chorus] [Tray Deee] I take seven old B's put 'em in the street Then thats seven more busta's who claim they got heat And then it takes seven more C's before I start to reach Then thats 2-1 for the set now lets stretch out in the streets Tray Deee never do it easy fool so dont expect it Niggas get checked and they sets disrespected No question I'm all you ever thought that you was Till you ran across the boss and now you coughin up blood Shoot first fools curse before they kick up dust Clip gon' bust then they gonna have to pick loc up All they talkin cause I'm chalkin whole districts off Since this loss a purple nigga's piss me off Conflict with my clique get your bitch ass touched All my comrads bomb back it's as sick as fuck 2-1 till I'm done never run from the turf Check the badge boy we mash on run get it even worse [Chorus] [Kokane & {Snoop Dogg}] [Kokane mumbling until the end] {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy} {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy} {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy} {They say Tray Deee is a ragy baby - he's way too crazy} more free lyrics |
10. _ Mac Bible Chapter 211 Verse 20-21
[Mac Minista] There's a scripture in the Mac Bible that says 'He that trusts a ho, shall surely be broke' 'Pressure busts a pipe that make water run uphill' Alotta you niggas talk that shit But half you niggas ain't real Will the real niggas stand up and be counted Or lay down and be mounted Cuz this game is not a playground, it's a classroom It's not a holiday, but an educational process And experience is your greatest teacher So listen to the gangsta mack preacher Macks do what they want, bustas do the best that they can From half of a gangstas start, is a sucka's dream In the game God said, that he would send a G With the street ethnics and G-Code With the gangsta Ten Commandments And the gangsta Ten Commandments shall read: 'Thou shall kill a snitch' 'Thou shall check a bitch' 'Thou shall charge a ho' 'Thou shall send a sucker' 'Thou shall respect the G' 'Thou shall pack that steel' 'Thou shall keep it real' 'Thou shall flex his G's' 'Thou shall stack his green' 'Thou shall stay true to his game' See I'm a gangsta, not a prankster I don't pull rabbits out of my hat But I will pull a strap from behind my back Now how 'bout that! more free lyrics |
11. _ Dogghouse In Your Mouth
[Snoop Dogg] 1998, Dogghouse Records steps on the scene Unlike any other record label, we plan to get green And keep it clean, and stay oh so mean So rough so tough, haha [Suga Free] What his here? This for them suckas Nigga I came from a long line of playas that ain't scared of NAR' ONE OF Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKERS!! I see these niggas wanna see me catch a case and get struck out But I'm laughin', 'bout to knock they ass the fuck out Bitch quit actin' like a stuck up clown That's why yo raggety-ass attitude is fucked up now Suga Freeeeee......hahaha Bitch swingin' on my dick sayin WEEEEE! The pimpin' is crackin' so I feel like mackin' tonight (aight) Now them 70 niggas? 30 gon' hate us That's why I play the role, keep control and throw them off wit' these dirty gators See time was torn Cuz if I bought me somethin' to eat, shit I bought you somethin too, WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS! BUT NOW?! You'd rather bring me down and see me fall Walkin' wit my head down straight dependin' on y'all [Soopafly] The call me Honcho I like to Spark-le I'm 'bout to barbecue a bitch like the charcoal Am I a star? NO Ya' in my car? NO My name is Soopafly, bitch so ya' all know Now heffer don't act stupid, cuz y'know who I am The nigga quick to talk shit and don't give a damn I tell that hoe run, man that hoe better scram I pimp across the land Better read ya' motherfuckin' press telegram Snoop Dogg told me that Now blow me back while I'm pimpin on this funky track Bang E.S. we givin' it up got the bitches singin' the rest We blastin' motherfuckers, run up and come test Better, hide yo chest and fasten yo vest No 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 kitchen The homie say, send him naked pictures of bitches And if they talkin' backwards, he'll have a homie's jackup That nigga fucked Pat up, fuck havin' a homies tack up We slap hoes that step on toes of our DaDa's and ask them niggas in the Source Awards when I caught them while y'all was pacin', the homies was bringin' up situations Eliminating 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, yeah OK, let the homies spray the K Dippin hittin' switches bouncin' over ditches Callicodes collapse niggas, perhaps niggas Trap or dap and clap niggas, I'M YOUNG GOTTSTRA Put it up, pistols might sizzle a nigga For shizzle my nigga Kurizzle was nizzle my nigga LIke a bitch or a busta, bust a, four fizzle surface the air miss wit a homie, wait for the whistle Who you thought we was? Temperatures might rise Before everybody feel the fire from the 5's I told Daz we about to fry niggas like fries And seperate them by 5's, and light up the skies Crip that D.P., K-U-R-U-P-T Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo mouth Dogghouse 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 game Bitch nigga jaw-jackin' get ?blasted? out the frame Let them punk punk you up You jumped up and got stomped the fuck down, what now? Showdown, got your three ring circus Bozo's cannot work or see the tears of a clown Listen nit wit, you can't get wit try to sit wit, and get yo shit split quick If you wanna say the word is bond word is bond, then, I attack like ninja hunter You rhyme soft like the other Hunter Heather Hunter, fake a gangbang fronter Capital D to the O-G-G Capital H-O-U-S-E in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya didn't know Long 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 it Stayed on my toes like the nigga pimpin', watching the corner Much love to my niggas rippin', in California Doin it big with my nigga Bad, these niggas mad At the 2001 Benz, guzzlin' Henn It'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 gimp I get down damn, runnin' from damn town Dogghouse nigga, Dogg Pound bound How you motherfuckers like me now when I do it like Bust on the microphone, cuss on the microphone? Yeah this nigga like Tracy, Tray Deee Bang his ass, slap his ass in the striz-neet Catch him wit the headlock, pistol whippin' wit the glock Lil' Goldie Loc about to set up shop These motherfuckers don't like me anyway Shit, I ain't got nothing to say, wit no time to play What these motherfuckers thought I was about? When I bust this bitch i put my dick in her mouth Now all them niggas got something to say But I'ma tell 'em Lil' Goldie don't play, nigga [Tray Deee] Yeah it's the genius of the click Known to sleep a nigga quick So watch how ya' gums bump speakin' on the wrist I drew the diagram how to mash the game Never hesitated when it came to blasting thangs From the knuckle shoes buckle when we lock and strap I'm a real rider nigga you can drop the act I got stripes and bars from a life at war Twice as hard, as niggas claim they sheisty y'all Criminal, lay 'em down for their stacks and sacks For the mic, used to trife with the mass and gats Do or die, to survive from my time of birth Then I'm out for gettin' mine till I ride the hearse It's going down, Dogghouse gangsta style And fuck Death Row, we'll take 'em out We 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 here All the bitches in the front, the gangsters in the rear I'm not Dr. Jekyll nor Mr. Hyde Whoever told you that, they told you a lie You been a waitin' and a waitin', as I can see So treat me like the pope and bow to your knees Oh the genius on the mic is back again So get on the phone and go tell a friend I been a waitin' for a while as you all know And now I'm back on the mic doggin' the show I got platinum 'round my neck, that will never fade The name of the chain's Mixmaster Spade A sure shot, body rockin' A c'mon everybody get ready to rock A sure shot, body rockin' A c'mon everybody.............. [Chorus] [Repeat 4x] more free lyrics |
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