MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
kurupt - another day
Intro:
[Gangstas] Let's spark up an idea, you know
[Gangstas] I don't know why you cats
[Gangstas] insist to get involved in our game man
I mean, Drug money, thug money, its all funny money to me
you know Scared money don't make no money man, so you know
[Gangstas] if you scared stay out of the game, baby
Verse 1: Kurupt
Another day, another dollar,
another nigga jacked for his sack, jeans, and them collars
What the fuck makes life so complicated?
Why they playahatin, 'stead of congratulatin'
One of the homies just bought a new '64
And they mad about it, and talkin bad about
Don't trip 'cause you smoke dubs and he smokes ounces
Your 'fo rolls and his 'fo bounces
Planted on the ground and this fool skyrockets
Got a nigga hot enough to want to shake his pockets [All that
shit]
Roll like Biggie, nigga, two glock nines
Any muthafucka whisperin about mine
All I got is, my twelve shottie
I'm a gangsta nigga, Kurupt Young Gotti
Me and Gonzoe and Capone, with a chrome
and a bone with a zone fucked up gettin blown (Yeah)
Chorus:
[Don't it feel good to survive another day]
Scared money don't make no money, [Heyyyyy]
cause uh, drug money, thug money's funny money, [and uh]
[Don't it feel good to survive another day]
[Check it out] This fear money don't take no money
['cause uh], scared money don't make no money ['cause uh]
Verse 2: Capone
Now I was standin alone against the cold world outside
Without no place to hide, or no will to survive
Thinkin who can I run to? Basically
It was the big homie to go get the heat is what it come to
I look around, from the gate I've been down,
but I'm still broke as fuck, depressed and down
Sometimes I fuck around and wish I wasn't here today,
now here to say sometimes it scares me to feel this way
Ain't there a name for this? Ain't there a phrase that fits?
Ain't it called psycho, schizo, paranoia or some shit, trip?
With the mentality of a kid in the village of the damned
Walking through the hood with a gun in my hands
I had plans to be a superstar, rappin the rock,
but all that stopped and dropped once the hammer was cocked
I had to get out of Dodge, I ain't tryina hide
I'm just tryin to find a way to stay alive and survive, right
[right]
Chorus:
[Don't it feel good to survive another day]
Scared money don't make no money, [Heyyyyy]
cause uh, drug money, thug money's funny money, [and uh]
[Don't it feel good to survive another day]
[Check this out] This fear money don't take no money, [Whu?]
['cause uh], scared money don't make no money, ['cause uh]
Verse 3: Gonzoe
Nigga gotta stay strong 'cause the weak die
Please God separate my life from the bad times, sufferin
Survivin ain't enough to cover it, 'cause I spend to much
Plus I'm scrapin the tops of my pies to make crusts
So Kurupt, nigga tell me how I'm 'sposed to feel
Notice my attitude, drinkin, only smokin the real
And it feels so good in the car with us
Lavishly, feel the extasy, bustin a nut
Another day, a nigga worship his weed and Alize,
and the pussy I'm fuckin ????
And ain't no scars on my Daytons, my shit intact
And that's real candy paint, all original Lat'
It's so depressin, a thug with a hustle, no one messes,
and I'm destined I'm kissin my gun so you can bless it, nigga
Another day another dollar
Yeah nigga, it's me, Gonzoe
Don't act funny, haha
Outro:
[Suprise] Them promises didn't do nothing for me
[Suprise] It's time to set ourselves free
[Suprise] But as time marches on,
[Suprise] the races grow strong, stronger than Ajax
[Suprise] And niggaz wanna be free, but they still watch TV
[Suprise], even though they can't see
[Suprise] And our Chinese brothers don't cop no pleas
[Suprise], for they're into unity Isn't that
[Suprise] the way we want to be? But the Man
[Suprise] watches the music, 'cause the black people are
confused
[Suprise] Conquered and divided, tricked and undecided
[Suprise], and the good guys are there
[Suprise], with slugs [Heyyyy] in the air But the rain still
falls
[Suprise] and the (Chorus) sun still rises And the Man Man
Man is still full of trickies [Suprise niggas]
kurupt - ask yourself a question
Check it out
Here's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss
An M-16 with eighteen clips
I'm all set to bust, treacherous
Illustrious, homie don't question us
Just ask yourself the question
How many hoes can I fuck in one night?
Just ask yourself the question, nigga
How many niggaz can I blast on sight?
I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga
Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump
I pop pistols, that's all I do
I pop one at him and pop two at you
I'm illusive, I'ma glock it
Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket
I rip your pockets of the side of your pants
You glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my (???)
How the fuck you make it this far?
No matter where you at, or who you are
People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car
Just from last night you can tell
that I'm addicted to the fast life
Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell
You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle
Chorus:
Just ask yourself the question
How many hoes can I fuck in one night?
Just ask yourself the question
How many niggaz can I blast on sight?
Just ask yourself the question
Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?
Just ask yourself the question
I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us
What you wanna do, penetrate me?
Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?
I never thought a nigga would trip
off a little piece of ass that he know he could get
Any day (any day) and any time (any time)
You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork
Fish and chips, chips and dip
Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork
I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti
A.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)
Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.
On a creep homie, wake up
Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it
Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga
Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself
Chorus (Dre)
Dre:
What the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch
You gotta put your pistol to the sky,
kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool
Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)
I thought the same way, back in the days
Young, with a lack on daily things
Never thought too much, homie, never trip
I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks
Look out for them niggaz out to get you
So (???) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol
nigga)
Niggaz get swallowed in the game
I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame
Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it
Don't blaze the (???) without the (???)
Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches
With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom
Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons
With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons
Motherfucker don't ask me for shit
Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch
Chorus
Kurupt:
what, what?
kurupt - 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
kurupt - behind the walls
Burn so crooked (crooked)
The bullet likes to spit (spit)
Kareem, thats my dogg
Life behind the walls
Nigga life behind the walls
Yeah, welcome to +Oz+ niggas
Riight niggas..
Keep ya head right, keep ya game tight
Ya might not make it through the night (hold up)
This ain't nothing but war in here
We over packed in here, you put more in here?
'Bout to rain like snow and let it all go
Father Ray, to cut (mmm)
I'm gon' need all the friends I could get
cause i'm through with this shit
Hit up (??) uhh yeah
Tell me something good man
Cause i'm so discombobulated being out the hood
I don't know if it's a bad or a good thang
Missing Cadillacs switches in the wood grain
Don't touch on my mattress, it ain't cool
Simon on the yard strait trippin on fools
C-O so crooked (crooked)
Come equiped with shank stick
1 - [Kurupt]
Yeah, thats my dogg
Life Behind The Walls
Life Behind The Walls
Suckers - welcome to +Oz+ niggas
Riight niggas
2 - [Nate Dogg]
West coast representing for all my doggs
One love to my dogg Behind The Wall
Nate Dogg and i'm tight for all of y'all
Stand strong, stand tall, and never fall
West coast representing for all my doggs
One love to my dogg Behind The Wall
Nate Dogg and i'm tight for all of y'all
Stand strong, stand tall, and never fall
[Kurupt]
Quick to get ticked off
Every other day, take this witcha (witcha)
The politics stretched out, we all stressed out
Do your thang and i'ma do my thang
We a bigger zoo headed (????) west wang when we serving up
something
When you got it kicked in its the politics to y'all politicians
Kicked in - shank stick in
Only God dump and mase gets stuck
Smoking on a hump, hollin at her
My crew walked up, talking 'bout the phone
Phone check huh? I missed my (??)
It ain't no thang even though he's holding boulders
I'ma still squabble this fool through the shoulders
If I win or lose yo respect that counseler
Be the first to off the (???)
The guard so crooked (crooked)
Come and whip with the shank sticks
Repeat 1
[Nate Dogg]
Never ride on my (??) on cell threee
I looked around and what did I see?
One of the guards mocking me
Gotta stay down so I make me some weed
It's going down on the morning on me
As soon as they say "Hey line up, lets leave"
Right now the niggas as safe as can be
But when we hit the kitchen maaan sleep
Nate Dogg and i'm tight for all of y'all
When you need to make the hit give me a call
West coast representing for all my doggs
One love to my dogg behind the wall
Nate Dogg and i'm tight for all of y'all
Stand strong, stand tall, and never fall
West coast representing for all my doggs
One love to my dogg behind the wall
[Kurupt]
Uhh, in here - we work out re utilize (time)
Find something in our cell to find
I make you go see, to the feet of Marie
I'm the jaw tapper, i'ma be in here like Antonio now
Doctor Gloria fix ya up completely
I just might stick myself (aahh) so she can feel on me
Watch out boy (boy!)
It's coming fast (fast)
White liners 'bout to strike
It don't matter you up in here boy (boy!)
Sixteen and mase just like it
Violent as a Viking
Systematic, terrible, tragic, tragic, drastic, stasmatic,
casualties growing
like cancer
I'm all outta breathe like a nigga asthmatic
Asthma - here's the perfect answer
And also here's ya last chance to dust
Trying to make it over the wall (the wall)
The inmates are so crooked (crooked)
Come equiped with a shank stick
Repeat 1
Repeat 2
[Kurupt]
Yeah, so crooked, c'mon, come equiped with a shank stick
Yeah, thats my dogg, (Dogg Pound)
Life behind the walls (it's like that)
Spending life behind the walls
Welcome to +Oz+
Life behind the walls
Life behind the walls
Life behind the walls
Life behind the walls
kurupt - bitches
(Chorus X2-Butch Cassidy)
A bitch ain't nothin to me
Now let me tell you cuz I'm quick to put them ho's on the street
Make 'em bow down on they knees and do whatever
Cuz I'm clever ho's give what I need
(Verse 1-Kurupt)
Hey bitch, what you lookin at me strange fo'
Askin me if a nigga drive a Range Rov'
Whatever reason you may have on your mind
It must be coke or grass on your mind
Kickin back like you lost all your mind
I'ma put my foot in your behind
Until you got footprints on your behind
I'm cool at the club
I love it when the ladies do what they love
Pass around hugs
Whatever she done to get the ones ain't my concern
I'm live in the club, nickel sacks and dubbs
If you wanna strip ain't my concern
(Chorus X2-Butch Cassidy)
A bitch ain't nothin to me
Now let me tell you cuz I'm quick to put them ho's on the street
Make 'em bow down on they knees and do whatever
Cuz I'm clever ho's give what I need
(Verse 2-Roscoe)
Let's get on the good foot and do the bad things
Prayin donkey to Chinese shag swing
I'm a young arso' powers get tossed for hours
If I'ma do ya I'm use the Kamasucha when we shaggin
Have ya braggin, to all your homegirls
About this young thug who can rock ya world
Tellin 'em all how you wish you could be my girl
And I got skirts from the bottom to the top of the world
See I'm on top of the world, why you mad at her?
Get used to it I'm toppin him girl
Pop in love with the girls, and I do it just like Kurupt
I wanna see you happy, doin what you love
Especially when what you love is me
Makin sure I keep plenty bud and bubbly
You know the rules ma, it's just the thug in me
Now pay pimpin, or raise up from underneath, ya dig?
(Chorus X2-Butch Cassidy)
A bitch ain't nothin to me
Now let me tell you cuz I'm quick to put them ho's on the street
Make 'em bow down on they knees and do whatever
Cuz I'm clever ho's give what I need
(Verse 3-Butch Cassidy)
Bitch been sad before, but some niggaz ran just ain't learnin
though
I don't want your ho so tell me what you fightin fo'
Once we all were cool but now he stressin got him actin like a
fool
I gotta keep my distance now, it ain't my fault that ho's
confused
(Chorus X2-Butch Cassidy)
A bitch ain't nothin to me
Now let me tell you cuz I'm quick to put them ho's on the street
Make 'em bow down on they knees and do whatever
Cuz I'm clever ho's give what I need
kurupt - 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 Impala
[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!
kurupt - bullshit & nonsense
[repeat 2X]
I am, al-ways, there
You are, ne-ver, there
[over repeat]
Heh-heh
S.P.I., and Kurupt
[Chorus 2X: unknown female singer]
I ain't mad at 'cha (I ain't mad at 'cha)
You ain't mad at me (you ain't mad at me)
After all this bullshit, it's nonsense, no time for that
[Spider]
Niggaz upset me from buckin, they ride in Rolls
While these bitch niggaz tucked in, hidin rolls
Don't speak on it nigga, collide in blows
But be careful, the fo' can hide and close
In an instant, your chest can divide in holes
It's cruicial, but that's how this ridin goes
Ain't a nigga out here Eastsidin knows
It's a no-no, must not confide in hoes
I roll low-lows, love how it glide and glows
Provided by the fact I supply them O's
I'm the coldest in the streets, that's why they chose
What MC live and dies by they flows?
I grew, fought hard for the line I drew in the yard
And all must regard I'm true
'Til I'm through, I push it from my point of view
High off cush and the tires on the two
Hood gospel, from the in hood apostle
Paintin pictures, lyrical Picasso
In and out of Wasco for packin a rosco
Plus I'm pushin more products than CostCo
Guard your grill, your jaw hard to heal
And my hands will leave you scarred with skill
Got my feelings pushed down too far to feel
And I never spit rounds out the car to kill
Talk is cheap, I'ma stalk and creep
Like a hawk, leave chalk when I walk the street
Talk is cheap, I'ma stalk and creep
Like a hawk, leave chalk when I walk the street
[Chorus]
[repeat 4X]
I am, al-ways, there
You are, ne-ver, there
[Eastwood]
Baby I'm all about my scrilla and seein figures paintin the perfect picture
With my mind on this crazy life, workin what I was given
Two sisters, three brothers, no father loved my mother
Cause my daddy wasn't there for the times that I struggled
Yeah I lost my G-moms and it hurt so bad
But rest in peace and let your soul fly free I ain't sad
I got this thug shit runnin through my veins, Lord watch me
So many they try to copy a natural kamikaze
You can never walk the shoes of 'Wood, I'm a natural born leader
And plus I been discovered by Suge
So please believe it homey, I ain't gon' change for shit
It's Death Row, the millenium clique, self-made nigga
[Chorus]
[repeat to fade]
I am, al-ways, there
You are, ne-ver, there
kurupt - c-walk
Intro:
Yeah, this for the west coast cd
Let me clear my throat
Check it out, check it out, check it out
We gonna drop it like this
This album is the best of both worlds
Kurupt, daz dilly, this for the westcoast side, young gotti
Dont forget about tray deee, and snoop, this for the westcoast one
Verse 1: kurupt
Saggin, nigga g?d up, sippin
Sip nigga, dip nigga, set trip nigga
Gotta grip nigga, getta grip nigga with tha gang
And rollin with tha alpine bangin
Homie whatcha got? a couple sacs to sell
Went from weed and dope to mics ta sell
Hit a switch nigga
Dont fuck around wit bitch niggaz
Im a money cash nigga
Cash gettin, hash hitten
Gang bang afiliate
Hit a stick real quick
And in a minute start killin shit real quick
Ima million dollar motherfuckin nigga (million dollar motherfuckin nigga)
I thought you knew about it
Bout it bout it do ya got it
Now tha homies bout it, ima bout ta do this
Hit a lick they hit back wit some new shit
Then have a gangster reunion, the homie told me (wut he say? )
Get cha? boogie on youngsta, c-walk homie
Chorus:
Get cha? walk on, c-walk homie, c-walk homie
Get cha? walk on, c-walk homie
Verse 2: tray deee
Yeah ima tell you like this kurupt, you know how it was for me
Been regarded as the hardest since I hit the set
Young nigga with a rep, kept that gangsta step
Crocka sacs of blue cordiroy with house shoes on
Flawssin for the hoodrats gettin my groove on
Hangin in the park till all hours of dark
Tryna catch a mark slippin wit this thang that bark
Cry baby on the swamp got the exit locked
And ain?t no doubt comin out he gone wreck ya not
Pass me the satin locs so I can wet my throat
While I sag the blue khakiswit tha raoder coat
All the hoes really want is gangstaz just like us
Ruff and don?t give a fuck ain?t that right kurupt (thas right)
Stay bangin on these niggaz on a regular basis
Big paper chasin, facin felony cases
Made it to be famous, livin hard and dangerous
Steppin on these bustaz wit my blue chuck taylors
Chorus:
Verse 3: slip capone
You know that ganstaz rock, gangstaz roll
Heres the gangsta shit, we on a gangsta stroll
Its gangstaz ride, gangstaz slide
Then the gangstaz rob with the gangsta glide
Cuz gangstaz move, and gangstaz groove
And most gangstaz got nuthin ta lose
Gangstaz live, and gangstaz die
Gangstaz form a gang and the gang multiply
Gangstaz give a fuck a g, don?t ask why
Gangstaz don?t snitch, and gangstaz don?t cry
Gangstaz boogie, gangstaz don?t dance
Gangsta pull the strap out cha? pants and blast
Gangstaz don?t run, and gangstaz don?t hide
Ima gangsta ass nigga from the sick southside
Thats how I know exactly what a gangsta do
Ya love the gangsta shit ain?t you a gangsta too?
Then c-walk homie
Chorus*(outro)
C-walk homie
Slip capone, c-walk homie
O.g. tray deee, c-walk homie
Kurupt, that nigga daz, soopafly, now walk on ?em
C-walk homie, c-walk homie, now walk on ?em
kurupt - callin out names
[Intro]
Sup Fred?
Gangsta shit
West Coast...
[Verse One]
Niggas with hepatitis
Unauthorized hard-to-move arthritis
Infected selected neglected ejected
And next time ya hit the West
You could best believe, believe the best, mothaFUCK the rest
What you supposed to be snatchin'?
You comin' to a world of punctured hearts and jackin'
Lethal illegal overseein' the [??] be like seagulls
Balls in ya jaws on the hunt like bald eagles
The end of the sequel
I'm the milli-mac and the strong-end and nigga to blame you
And I'mma start callin' ya'll bitch niggas by name:
Mothafuck D
Mothafuck M
Only X I know is Xzibit or RBX
Extraordinary, trynna snatch my bitch
You can have the bitch, two bitches gettin' rich
Just to come to the West Coast and get stripped down
Beat to death and stripped, all over a bitch
Now it's 50 MC's that ain't worth shit
Get ya ass kicked 50 times, beat to 10 cent
I love New York, but the niggas that represent, ya'll ain't shit New York
They actin' like a bitch New York
Buckshot, Noreaga, Jigga - cool
Canibus, Wu-Tang, my niggas - cool
Def Squad and DefJam, but fuck Ja Rule
Irv Gotti I can't wait for Raekwon to break fool
Trynna sign Daz, nigga Daz æ??l sign you
And when you hit the West, this is what we gon' do:
Get ya'll niggas, slap ya'll niggas like bitches
Dippin' through the æ?¼ood on switches
I just bought me a Cadillac last week
Wit' a new bitch since my old bitch tweaked
Naw homeboy, the game just ain't the same
If you wanna know, Kurupt said it, and I'm Callin' Out Names
[Break]
*scratching* "Never did like him"
"You know what?" *scratching* "Fuck, fuck, fuck all ya'll"
[Chorus: Kurupt, (Xzibit), ]
"It's for my niggas and my bitches,
my bitches and all my niggas, my niggas and
my bitches, my bitches and all my niggaaaass!"
Callin' Out Names!
(Now if it wasn't for the West,
these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)
(Now if it wasn't for the West,
these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)
[Verse 2]
I don't give a fuck
Catch me in da æ?¼ood all blue Chucks, gangbanged the fuck out Cuz
Only thing I like that Ryde Ruff is Eve
And all the rest of ya'll niggas who Ryde Ruff get these
I'mma tell you one mo' time and I won't say it again
Kurupt said it mothafucka from beginnin' to end
You salamander-ass caterpillar-ass mothafucka
Fake-ass busta-ass fake killa mothafucka
If it wasn't for the West,
these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest for they chest
Quoted from a fucka homie X
The Lox ya'll my mothafuckas, can't forget ya'll
And that's spoken on from the mothafuckin Dogg
All the rest of ya'll, tell ya like this
Eat a fat dick bitch
I'm Callin Out Names!
[Break]
Fuck Ruff Ryder
Fuck The Firm
Fuck Belly
Kurupt says fuck æ?¹m
[Chorus]
Nigga, now if I didn't say yo name, then this ain't for you
But if you try to speak then I'mma peel the paint for you
I cause brain tumors, thinkin' of a thought to think
Lettin' off caliber's æ??il the chamber need to be changed
Empty out, simply don't tempt me,
I empty out until everything in this mothafucka's gone
I empty house off of empty rounds
Now what the fuck you gotta say?
What the fuck you wanna see? The homie's on my K
I never worry æ?´out none of ya'll so why now?
I run it through and this is how you do it Dogg Pound (ROOF!)
The Gang, we master blast and maintain
Weed money cocaine got us all insane
Bitch niggas remember even though the times may change
I want Kurupt said it nigga, and I'm Callin' Out Names
[Break]
*scratching* "Never did like him"
"You know what?" *scratching* All ya'll! "Fuck, fuck, fuck all ya'll"
[Chorus: Kurupt, (Xzibit), ]
"It's for my niggas and my bitches,
my bitches and all my niggas, my niggas and
my bitches, my bitches and all my niggaaaass!"
West Coast! Bout Time!
(Now if it wasn't for the West,
these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)
Let's start!
Coasta' nigga!
(Now if it wasn't for the West,
these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)
Holla at'cha boy?On the West Coast?get at me homie!
(Now if it wasn't for the West,
these rap niggas wouldn't need a vest around they chest)
kurupt - 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 andmush
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]
kurupt - can t let that slide
kurupt - crip walk
[Intro:]
Yeah, this for the west coast cd
Let me clear my throat
Check it out, check it out, check it out
We gonna drop it like this
This album is the best of both worlds
Kurupt, daz dilly, this for the westcoast side, young gotti
Dont forget about tray deee, and snoop, this for the westcoast one
[Verse 1: kurupt]
Saggin, nigga g'd up, sippin
Sip nigga, dip nigga, set trip nigga
Gotta grip nigga, getta grip nigga with tha gang
And rollin with tha alpine bangin
Homie whatcha got? a couple sacs to sell
Went from weed and dope to mics ta sell
Hit a switch nigga
Dont fuck around wit bitch niggaz
Im a money cash nigga
Cash gettin, hash hitten
Gang bang afiliate
Hit a stick real quick
And in a minute start killin shit real quick
Ima million dollar motherfuckin nigga (million dollar motherfuckin nigga)
I thought you knew about it
Bout it bout it do ya got it
Now tha homies bout it, ima bout ta do this
Hit a lick they hit back wit some new shit
Then have a gangster reunion, the homie told me (wut he say?)
Get cha' boogie on youngsta, c-walk homie
[Chorus:]
Get cha' walk on, c-walk homie, c-walk homie
Get cha' walk on, c-walk homie
[Verse 2: tray deee]
Yeah ima tell you like this kurupt, you know how it was for me
Been regarded as the hardest since i hit the set
Young nigga with a rep, kept that gangsta step
Crocka sacs of blue cordiroy with house shoes on
Flawssin for the hoodrats gettin my groove on
Hangin in the park till all hours of dark
Tryna catch a mark slippin wit this thang that bark
Cry baby on the swamp got the exit locked
And aint no doubt comin out he gone wreck ya not
Pass me the satin locs so i can wet my throat
While i sag the blue khakiswit tha raoder coat
All the hoes really want is gangstaz just like us
Ruff and dont give a fuck aint that right kurupt (thas right)
Stay bangin on these niggaz on a regular basis
Big paper chasin, facin felony cases
Made it to be famous, livin hard and dangerous
Steppin on these bustaz wit my blue chuck taylors
[Chorus:]
[Verse 3: slip capone]
You know that ganstaz rock, gangstaz roll
Heres the gangsta shit, we on a gangsta stroll
Its gangstaz ride, gangstaz slide
Then the gangstaz rob with the gangsta glide
Cuz gangstaz move, and gangstaz groove
And most gangstaz got nuthin ta lose
Gangstaz live, and gangstaz die
Gangstaz form a gang and the gang multiply
Gangstaz give a fuck a g, dont ask why
Gangstaz dont snitch, and gangstaz dont cry
Gangstaz boogie, gangstaz don't dance
Gangsta pull the strap out cha' pants and blast
Gangstaz don't run, and gangstaz don't hide
Ima gangsta ass nigga from the sick southside
Thats how i know exactly what a gangsta do
Ya love the gangsta shit aint you a gangsta too?
Then c-walk homie
[Chorus (outro)]
C-walk homie
Slip capone, c-walk homie
O.g. tray deee, c-walk homie
Kurupt, that nigga daz, soopafly, now walk on 'em
C-walk homie, c-walk homie, now walk on 'em
kurupt - daz dillinger
[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
kurupt - deep dishes
[Intro]
It's Gotti Bin Laden
It's Gotti Bin Laden
They say I'm the evil one
Gotti Adolf Hitler
[Chorus]
You niggaz ain't nuthin but bitches
I roll down the streets with the homies on deep dishes
Crack niggaz like plates and dishes
authentic, malicious, vicious, piranha fishes motherfucker, eat a fat dick
You and every single nigga that you fuck with, you stole my shit
My style, my name, and the way that I bang
[Verse 1]
Think just because you got diamonds you niggaz is shynin'
Your diamonds ain't bigger than Simon's motherfucker
I'm preparing to pump fear, and I'm fearless as fuck
The Count Armani Crystal Young Gotti Kurupt
Knockin' cinder block sections outta cars and trucks
I'm back and never left, I came and never leave
I see bustas now-a-days wearin flags and chucks
Actin' like they bang, lookin like fags in chucks
They turned bangin to a gimmick, nigga its the truth
You don't wear kahkis with Timberland boots, or Air force ones
Juss Cortez and Chucks, you copy-cat punks
The thunda's official on California Soil
Made him mass destruction and termoil
You ain't got weapons of mass destruction on you
And I'ma make you leak like gallons of oil
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Think just because you got diamonds you niggaz is shynin'
Ya diamonds will get motherfuckers to firin'
I'm tired of watchin BET
And all I really see is imataions of me
And everything that we used to be
They used to say we couldnt Gang Bang on TV
But now-a-days thats all I see
Nigga im Pharatic in a G'd up fashion
With a passion for dumpin' and blastin'
A terrorist nigga
The most wanted Gotti Bin Laden for ridin'
Homicidal vibes is the object
My objective strategic selective
I'm back home nigga so mark off your sections
I got all bad news, Make niggaz move, Relocate to a different state
I get shit dumpin' like motherphukkin Austrailian Kangaroos
I got all the tools, from the homies that Crippin' nigga to pirus
I'm the fire fly nigga, I'ma show what happens when 5 fly nigga
Nigga I ain't no bitch, And I'ma tell you bitch niggaz just like this Nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
So what you know about rollin' these streets so deep
Juss G to a T nigga rollin on 3's
What you know about Gang Bangin' nigga
Or are you just imatating Gang Bangin' nigga
Some of these niggaz might go for it
20 others just sit back and ignore it
But not us from Tha Raw motherfuckeraa
Gotta let you bitch niggaz know motherfuckeraa
We Ride these Streets, All Weeks
Hood than a motherfucker
ZEEET ZEEEET !!
Bangin these streets
What you know about us
What about you nigga
We don't know about you
What you really wanna what you wanna Really bout to do
[Chorus x2]
[Outro]
Motherfucker, Every nigga you rolled wit
Every nigga you fuck wit nigga
It's Gotti Bin Laden, Gotti Adolf Hitler
Nigguh Paul Vitti Stallone, Ne Ohafa, The Juggaknot
Hannibal the 8th, Gotti Vorhees nigga, fuck y'all
KURUPT! Suckaa ass niggaz, yeah Death Row
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