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1. _ Space Boogie
[Kurupt] Yeah nigga... Westcoast Westcoastin', floatin', oh so floatin' Nigga!... G'z... Young Gotti I'm like... fuck a bitch and fuck you too It's so many different things that i'm gon' do Switches all fucked up Livin' in the '80's jackin' niggas for Nissan trucks A quarter piece to flip It's me and Daz and two bitches I never gave a fuck, nigga Daz and Kurupt They say this ain't the way to get rich! I might as well get me a bitch! I don't get it, I take it Put a glitch in the Matrix Flip some bricks to strip ya bitch naked 'Cause I just don't care, live from "G" square Wit a vest and a cup to put in the air Nigga... fuck a bitch and fuck you too What a punk mothafucka like you gon' do? ... I holla'd at Dr. Dre, hit up Bigg Snoop Wit the candy cut-cut perfectly on fued It's on one, nah he said it's on two On fifteen shells, ducked and detailed, de-railed All you to want do Do what the fuck you want to do too Get what ya got to get to get through Light what ya wanna light to light fire Big arsonist blew to white fire Blast through ya home or blast to hit doors Crap like the crap table, Kane and Abel I'm signed-out Sinatra, galactic Gallahgar Metal physical, sixteen Calibur metallica 'Sane asylum shanker, big and little banker Punk mothafucka, mothafuck, mothafucka, yeah nigga We can go heads nigga You bitches be hatin' nigga, heard what I said nigga Lend me some bread nigga, keep ya chest bust like lead niggas The fed nigga, Daz and Fred nigga Kurupt Young Gotti, baby face Capone We on Niastra, nigga on the microphone Never never have I ever gave a fuck Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Fred, Kurupt And we do what the fuck we want to do too Get what we got to get to get through And we blast what we got blast to get ours Life of a gangsta in a world of stars Light what ya wanna light to light fire Big arsonist blew to white fire Do what the fuck you want to do too Get what ya got to get to get through, through, through Just do it... don't stop [Nate Dogg] All my niggas on the Northside, getcha money right away All my niggas on the Southside, let 'em know that you don't play And say them niggas on the Eastside, ain't some niggas you contest Unless you stuck up in a time-warp, you all ready know about the West They say them niggas on the Northside, keep tabs on they skrill All my niggas on the Southside, try to make anotha mil' All my niggas on the Eastside, make million dollar bills All my niggas on the Westside, been doin' this fo' years Throw ya mothafuckin' hands up somebody Throw ya mothafuckin' hood up somebody What dem niggas do, they ride What dem niggas do, they ride, ride Throw ya mothafuckin' hands up somebody Throw ya mothafuckin' hood up somebody What dem niggas do, they ride What dem niggas do, they ride, ride [Kurupt] Mac, Young Gotti, fuck the world nigga Daz Dillinger, Fredwreck, Dogg Pound, L.A. life Fucka on Beach world, 30 enemies cuz! They tryna murder you, you know who I'm talkin' to nigga! 2000, screech it on 'em, riders, the real riders Dogg Pound Gangsta riders, hoodsies more free lyrics |
2. _ On, OnSite
[Intro-Kurupt] Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger Kurupt, Young Gotti, nigga West Coast California livin nigga [Verse 1-Kurupt] Milli monotone, cyclone Stallone Marone chaperone shiny chrome Capone Smashin in a 80 two brand new grown Home sweet home nigga where the hoodstas roam In gangstaville where we shoot to kill Pop the pill, pop then drop the three-wheel The tale of tales, fly high as a gazelle The hell-hound came through and drown the whale Pronounce, denounce, stripped in set sail Soak in a could of smoke then inhale Hold it in neva exhale Smoke whoever nigga's zone I'm in, oh well Fuck you and ya mama Drama, holocaust through anaconda [Chorus 1-Kurupt] Nigga, I'm blastin on you, you Your homeboy your whole hood Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz On, onsite, let off on sight Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz [Chorus 2-Lil 1/2 Dead] Niggaz act like they gon' get wit me when they see me onsite But I don't give a shit you bitch cuz I'm a gangsta for life [Verse 2-Kurupt] It's time to prepare, lil' nigga listen here Get pairs like ten spears, your shit is his Fist, five and five, and multitudes Comin through bangin the five Shit hit ligaments construct when we ride I'm tired of all y'all rap is sawed off Let off a belly, the Desert Eagle start yellin Screamin, the path of a demon bellin My all blue chucks all goin out right Dippin through the back cuz it's on onsite The first nigga saw is the first nigga gone Smashed on, genked and shanked and blast on him If the bitches strip, we out six, foe's Like e'erday, Californ-I-A I can't explain it, the immaculate can't be painted Double-four's dump it on my lap for comfort [Chorus 1-Kurupt] For you, you Your homeboy your whole hood Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz On, onsite, let off on sight Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz [Chorus 2-Lil 1/2 Dead] Niggaz act like they gon' get wit me when they see me onsite But I don't give a shit you bitch cuz I'm a gangsta for life [Verse 3-Kurupt] Prepare to storm, when the storm rain fire and brimstone Spread throughout the plains like a plague Back to the G's and fools With the heater cocked, drownin niggaz in they own pool Hit 'em hard like weights Make a nigga feel it like pains and aches Pump ya sip full and make ya spray and shake I'ma git ya hit ya nigga makes no mistakes I'ma crack the plate I ride like dirt bikes, poetical ninja I injure, pop mics forty-fifth recite The sytem's assistance to get up in this Dogg Pound, California you can't fuck with this Kurupt Young Gotti, Fred, Daz Dillinger Two shots just a killa to the head [Chorus 1-Kurupt] Fuck you, you Your homeboy your whole hood Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz On, onsite, let off on sight Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz Fuck ya'll-you, you Your homeboy your whole hood Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz On, onsite, let off on sight Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz Fuck all you, you Your homeboy your whole hood Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz On, onsite, let off on sight Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz Fuck ya'll-you, you Your homeboy your whole hood Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz On, onsite, let off on sight Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz [Chorus 2-Lil 1/2 Dead] Niggaz act like they gon' get wit me when they see me onsite But I don't give a shit you bitch cuz I'm a gangsta for life more free lyrics |
3. _ It's Over
[INTRO: AD LIBS] Yeah, I saw you up in the club, uh huh You think you was bad cause you had a Jag [CHORUS] It's over, it's over now, Move over, it's my turn now, It's over, the game's shut down, Sorry. It's over, it's over now, Move over, it's my turn now, It's over, the game's shut down, Sorry. [VERSE 1 - KURUPT] I went from canopies to boards, fans to no repoirs (I'm sorry) You ain't got the Bentley with four doors K-u-r-u-p-t, any, you just bring my bottle of Remy Recognize a real hit when you hear one Postin' up at the Playboy Mansion I stomp like gortex, poetical vortex Bouncin to Jigga in California [CHORUS 2X] [VERSE 2 - NATINA] It's the N-a-t-i, n- a you know the rest Silly how frequently they contest I done toured across the seas and been across the world I done it for all y'all, my cats and my dogs It's over, 'cause I'm bad to the bone Leave a real diva to her own, alone I drive in Jaguars, so many different cars Life as a pop star, shouldn't be this hard come on [CHORUS 2X] [VERSE 3 - KURUPT] Suckas This is how life should be, my girl and my peeps Don't make me remind you I stays VIP Move over for all my dime piece All of my G's hustlers and pimps With shiny wrists, making money cause my turn to shine and my turn to floss Like you play the game I stomps the Billboard One thing's for sure, G's hit the door Tone and Poke know Natina does not play when she get on the mic she say what she gotta say Dr. Dre and Snoop know Kurupt is ill From East coast to West the unforgettable skills Bust from head to head, sippin' on Remy Red Running from club to club, nickels and dimes and dubs Ready to rock spots, fours and drop tops Kurupt and gangster rap Natina be running pop [CHORUS 4X (AD LIBS ARE CLEAN)] more free lyrics |
4. _ At It Again
[Chorus X1-Kurupt] I just got paid, it's Friday night The party's jumpin, I feel so high Dogg Pound Gangstaz, we at it again Party's poppin, from beginnin to end [Verse 1-Kurupt] Gimme what cha got, move somethin for me Show me what ya got, shoot something for me Who got the Henn? Who got the bud? Stash, slash, hazel hash Hit me with the world dog Keep them cuffs on your girl dog I'm a major majority, of this party Gangsta party, Kurupt Young Gotti Cuz ain't nuttin else to do And when Friday hit, my day hit See, it's all left up to you It's your choice when Kurupt step up to you [Chorus X1-Fingazz] I just got paid, it's Friday night The party's jumpin, I feel so high Dogg Pound Gangstaz, we at it again Party's poppin, from beginnin to end [Verse 2-Kurupt] Ain't nothin else for me to do besides dip Goin through it homie like it just ain't shhh Now that I'm here, where you....at Front to up, down, to back to front round the back Okay let's say, you can do it your way I'ma do it my way Project to borough, today to tomorrow Escapade to parade, expressway to highway The freeway to tristate, 101045 Turn to 95, this side ride Saturday's always the best of me Cuz the whole day ain't nothin but rest to me I got ladies hittin me cuz they just wanna chill Perfect requirements in a safe environment Like what's that poppin at the top of the hill Where it's always poppin like hits and villes [Chorus X1-Fingazz] I just got paid, it's Saturday night The party's jumpin, I feel so high Dogg Pound Gangstaz, we at it again Party's poppin, from beginnin to end [Verse 3-Kurupt] Sunday nights and it ain't no fights The homie just added up at the Dogg House Where everything was great it was 2008 Like a dream with a bottle and everything's fine And Nate he started blowin on the mic And Butch he started blowin on the mic And G he started blowin on the mic Dogg Pound Gangstaz all day and all night [Chorus X1-Fingazz] I just got paid, it's Sunday night The party's jumpin, I feel so high Dogg Pound Gangstaz, we at it again Party's poppin, from beginnin to end more free lyrics |
5. _ Can't Go Wrong
[Kurupt] The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear Let all... G'z to front, middle and rear Switches couldn't swith Like these switches a day Just to sit and sippin' and dippin' all over the ways That they ears and chairs, dis on this years Cokes drippin' off juice and gins As a matter of fact, takes math-ical fact And you can't de-grate, y'all get played like a sax Trumpet to trombone... Too shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone If she raggedly, I'm sendin' 'em home Puttin' 10 in the chrome, lettin' all killin' it's on It don't quit, it don't stop, let the beat knock Pull up at the spot, in a drop top Gettin' what I got, I just [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs... Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel... No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way... No time fo' da game, I do it my way [DJ Quik] Kurupt, what up [Kurupt] I'ma drop 'til it's clear And these re-beams and pumps is Vietnam time Tossin' c-notes, the "Magnificent Magneto" Dippin' through, comin' like ay! Don't expect nothin' less, these gleam on the tray All night and all day, it's the best in a 2001 S-S It's the prince of the West I ain't tryna do much, tryna do too much I ain't even really trippin' It's just me, Snoopy and Quik and Someone like you wit the biggest mouth to put a dick in Most of y'all malfunction like faulty equipment Shifted, drifted, different, up lifted Kurupt Young Gotti, just call me fall beaty With the skirts from Tahiti Workin' at the mall, with young Roscoe You fool in high school, I just tuck my roscoe Dump fossils, colossal, I [Chorus: Butch Cassidy (Kurupt)] Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs... (Just don't stop) Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel... (Bounce them switches) Don't matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way... ('Cause I'ma bust all day) No time fo' da game, I do it my way... (Yeah) [DJ Quik] Yes 1, 2, fuck wit my crew And we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue 3, 4, look at that whore with the fat ass, but without the cash, hit the door The reason that I'm here... Kurupt done bought the beer I'ma lush, lookin' fo' the cush, lookin' fo' the bush to push and mush Back, I'll hump the ho if she ain't been needin' a Dusch bag No, must've been the Gucci, wit hair that's pushed back In a bun lookin' fun Gettin' silly, wit my celly from Billy Brought to you by way or two buns We smugglin' in and out of the place, our two guns Notice, see the Q-U-I, Dogg Pound collabo', yup We stab hoes in the bladder actin' bad wit the mad hoes Get out! yeah! look here! We started this pussy shit, no shit And these the mothafuckin' hoes we get, c'mon [Chorus - 2x: Butch Cassidy] Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs... Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel... Don't matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way... No time fo' da game, I do it my way [Intro to On, Onsite: Xzibit] Aight y'all this a mothafuckin' public service announcement From Mr. X to tha mothafuckin' Z Xzibit My homeboy Kurupt, to all you half ass mothafuckas comin' around Pussy ass niggas! tryin' to see what's up wit my homboy And see what's up wit me, nigga is he this, is he that Nigga I'm a mothafuckin' killa and it's like this nigga If I had a doller fo' every time you bitch ass niggas Came around and didn't do shit, I'll be a billionaire right now Put up or shut up mothafuckas, it's like this, it's on, onsite [Xzibit scrieking] more free lyrics |
6. _ Lay It On Back
[Intro-Kurupt] Yeah, gangsta's make the world go 'round I heard that's true Make things go up and down I heard that's true [Verse 1-Kurupt] I been through the full-court pressure stage The homies gave me a nine The first time I saw a gauge The first time I put my feet... Down solid mashin on top of concrete Before all the ways of war House and car doors felt the rays of war When life was simple as shit And we didn't give a fuck about a bitch, 1986 It's all about lic's, heat in the streets Trucks with the beats Bitches with biker shorts worn all tight Tryin to get a pussy just worn all night Plus you had to be a baller to get the baddest ho's Back in the days, 6-4 six trays Back in the days, Elco's, S-S's The best is where the west is niggaz don't test us [Chorus X4-DJ Lethal] Just lay it on back (Hey) Do you wanna ride? [Verse 2-Fred Durst & Kurupt] [Fred Durst] Back in the days where them laces were thick I was concerned with break dancin and layin some dick For whatever it's worth, I'm still doin the smurf And I'm walkin on this Earth, like I don't give a fuck And now I'm rollin up in third gear With 3 dollar bills, 3 more minutes to kill 3 more seconds to snap, 3 more bottles of beer And corrupt's my lifestyle, so shut the fuck up And back the fuck up with that buck free style [Kurupt] Nigga what freestyle, nigga [Fred Durst] Walkin on a razor blade [Kurupt] Comin through I got it made, posted up in the shade Comin through to get paid Sunny California baby [Fred Durst] I got dubbs in my trunk and it's bound to bump Straight smashin, hollerin out what's up Kurupt? [Kurupt] Wassup, I'm fillin in my right mind, one to the head And I'm on the smash hollerin out 'what's up Fred?' [Chorus X4-DJ Lethal] Just lay it on back (Hey) Do you wanna ride? [Verse 3-Nate Dogg] I don't give a fuck so fuck what they say Nigga won't you pass, say pass the bombay Niggaz they decide to ride and they ride Niggaz they decide to lie and they die I can bust a fleet of ho's with my skills I can make them ho's bow down pay my bills Can't think I can make them ho's convert to my will Wanna bet I'll turn them ho's to my scrill' If you love a bitch a bitch can drive you crazy Anything a hooker do it won't amaze me You better be up on your game homie cuz they be They may talk a lot of shit but they can't fade me If you hang around with suckaz then you may be... Anotha type of brotha I don't want with me When you compensate with bustaz you confuse me Cuz I'm tryin to stay out the penitentiary [Chorus X4-DJ Lethal] Just lay it on back (Hey) Do you wanna ride? more free lyrics |
7. _ Bring Back That G Shit
[Snoop Dogg] Ride, ride Rough, ride on, ride on Roll on, roll on What!, what!, what! Ride on, ride on, roll on Nigga what!, w-w-what!, what!, w-w-what! Ride on [Kurupt] This is the game you wanna spit to a nigga Let a nigga know it's all right, cascades And G'z stompin' on niggas like parades Escapades and charades played When the stampede stopped And it continuously Young Gotti Seen so many bodies Drop fours hop classics and drastic measures Principle's a pleasure and penal endeavours Whatever the case, whatever case, it's caught on a chase When a chase, it began in the facial of race Me and Fred, he make beats, I make rhymes And Snoop, he controls and calculates In pervious moves, the Pound Pentagon Wit a pistols, I holla where the gangstas' at Daz poppin' his coller, nigga sweet and sour Pop Chucks and collers, rolllin' through the streets in my '84 I'mpala [Snoop Dogg] Holla, holla, if you wanna We gon' run it from the co'na, it's the killa Califo'nia Ya see, I do it to ya 'Cause I know it screw ya, ya try up do us But you can't 'cause you lovin' this beat Uh, uh... we dump, dump to make you pump, pump We comin' wit the heat to make ya trunk bump Freddy said he had a whole a gritty down to go steady And stick up Eddie for his fedy and bring it all back to daddy I want bread, cheese now put it on the patty Knick Knack style, kick back and flip files In the verge, on now listen now honey child Bow Wow, do ya now, how ya like it doggystyle? Smile and grinnin', sippin' on some gin'n Roll wit a cap and ya all strapped in Once ya back in, it's straight mackin' I keep it crackin' [Hook - 4x] This is how we all get down Bring back that "G" shit fo' me! [Snoop Dogg] I know I slept you, kept ya, fin'na fetch ya Snatch ya back too, slapped you and rapped too The vacuum sat 'chu and rat packed you, act two Now what must i do, to get you back To the way is used to see, D-P-G-C'ology I'm not talkin' 'bout chemistry or biology This "G"'ology, you feelin' me Niggas be killin' me and willin' me Silly he, thinkin' y'all gon' smash on me Blast on me, the audacity I'll take ya back to the ol' skool and let ya cut class wit me Get some ass wit me Then get us somethin' to drink and let you sip out the same glass as me And now you a killa And it was all over weed and a tall can of milla, illa Kill a nigga like a flea Bigg Snoopy D-O double gizzle Way off tha hizzle my nizzle [Goldie Loc] I hit niggas and bitches if you fuck wit my mental 'Cause I'm a killa and stick release ya pop like a pimple If you don't got my money I suggest you run 'Cause the Gold Loc, he do you like a 20 or done Ain't no fun the way I play, nigga I plays fo' keeps No details you've just been sweeped to sweep Locations, directions, not even a trace Bitch I doubt it, if ya body get found like waste In the alley, killa Cali, this Eastsidaz Crips Never slip, set trip, and smoke chronic dip Cuz! [Hook -4x] [Traci Nelson] Snoop Doggy Dogg has to give it to ya Fredwreck got the reefers bumpin' through ya Goldie Loc can put the G and the C Wit Kurupt Young Gotti from the D-P-G [Kokane - Harmonizing] [Daz] Bitch [Fred Durst] Hey! more free lyrics |
8. _ On Da Grind
[Daz] It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop, can't quit, 'cause we on da grind [Daz (Kurupt)] Yo! (Gangstafied back on the block) Straight up D-A-Z, K-U-R-U-P-T Doin' it like usual, you know what I'm sayin'? You can't stop You can't rewind the time You can't think about the past So look forward to life And keep on the missionin' on the grind fo' yours [Hook - 2x: Daz] We can't stop, can't rewind the time Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes On everything homeboy that I'm down for mine Until we get we it be out here on de grind [Daz] I wake up with the birds, early as fuck Stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucks Lil' bitches around the way they know what's up They wanna bust, wanna try to smoke a nigga weed up It aint shit to flip a double up And I love when I'm comin' up I got thangs for these suckas when they runnin' up Tellin' all yall fools yall aint one of us... nigga [Kurupt (Daz)] Get a glimpse of a fact - plus that, Blaze Move into the hood with all the O.G's That help me get paid homie, we a unit Doin it how a gangsta do it Run through it And stampede the block like bitch Your on the wrong side to be servin your shit (yeah) Jack nigga, Daz and Kurupt the Kingpin Back on the smash with heaters to reclaim the ass [Hook - 2x] [Kurupt (Daz)] Yeah nigga, half a day gone by Ganstafied, givin' it just livin' my life It's hard to survive Without grabbin' my 9, and pump 5-50-5 45, Milli Mack eleven Gunshots non stop to funk pop Then pop baby glocks (Homie you ridin or not?) Me and the homies are the first to bust And y'all cowards dyin' tryna be like us Gangsta [Daz (Kurupt)] With three mouths to feed, it's the life I lead I guess I'd die in the life of greed Mothafuckas 'round here die to bleed For set, joints nigga or half a key I remember when I came up Niggas ranged up, some Crip'd up Some niggas flamed up Crossed your name out, stragg'd my name up (Quick to thow the gang up) What up?! (Yeah!) I guess I'm blessed with the gift of rap Or I'll bless you with the gift of crap Like that, White and Black, Mexican and Jap Homeboy do anything fo' a scrap [Kurupt] Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa DPGC fuck y'all niggas Deep inside we feel like fuck y'all hood Hell nah bitch nigga it ain't all to the good [Hook - 3x] [Kurupt - Over the 3rd Hook] Yeah that's what's wrong with y'all niggas Yeah homie, you gotta get ya hustle on Don't let these bitch niggas move you of the block The gangstas is here fo'eva, Yeah, huh, huh, yeah Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt the Kingpin Daz Dillinger, Kurupt Young Gotti Huh, '99 millenium 2000 Like fuck a bitch! Put it on the catalogs homie Classics more free lyrics |
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