Daz Dillinger - Gang Bangin Ass Criminal текст песни

[daz dillinger]

Yeah, daz dillinger

Im gonna take you into some gangsta shit

What yall niggas dont even know about

And now you ? feels? to know about,

What we call gangsta rap

But this is for the niggas who was down from day one

Love to hear, love to hear you motherfuckers

I advise all you ghetto livin, struggling from day to day,

Tryin to flip a figure dollar devil up inside a bag of weed,

A fresh pair of khakis and take a bitch to the groovy ass niggas

To get your money man, get paid

These motherfuckers are cut off welfare

How are we go eat if we dont cheat

These (? ) bitch to me made the game out of young black niggas lives

Striking us out from left to right

With no motherfucking one in sight

Fuck that!!

Sell your dope

Get your jack on, get your sack on,

Put your rag on and get your motherfucking thang on, niggas

Cause its on

God dammit its on

Now what the hell you bout to go youngster

[the gang (tray deee, ty cuzz, bad a$$, technique)]

Go ride nigga

Bout to go get the homies nigga, right now

[daz] oh yeah motherfucker its on

[the gang]

Ay come on bad a$$ lets do it nigga, its on now nigga

Ay ay nigga

Whats up nigga (whats up)

Ay nigga

Nigga the homie called, the big shot today nigga (word)

Nigga you were ment to meet him today nigga

(man I take my baby inside today man)

Whats up

Nigga

Nigga, ay, we cant realy talk right now tough nigga (alright)

But uh, its going down later on 9-30 nigga

The big man hoe nigga

Be there nigga

Yeah

[bad a$$ ]whats up daz dillinger

[daz] shit, bad a$$, tryin to keep it realer than real, man

Least half these punk ass....

Motherfucking niggas around here bullshittin

The big spot nigga, aint clockin no dollar.

[ba] man Im trying to have

Man I aint trying to go for shit

[dd] man you know my glock is hot

(eastside)

Verse one: [kurupt tha kingpin]

Im coming through your zone late night, shit

Dogg pound gangsta to flame the light shit

Cause I hold on,

Im 20 feet tall

The biggest walkin bill fuck around to get killed

Get shoot

Dont try to sneak a peak in my book

(? home at hose? ) , overdose the thoughts when he look

The forbidden

The hittin zone that Im hitting

Dont play with my intelligence nigga as the heat (? slittin? )

(? )

So I only got two choices; loc me the blasin bomb

Vietnam

I bring the pain rains no (? )

Execution style is the shells from the heat veal

Down to the ground like the rest of the dummies

Just what the fuck you thinkin try to play with my money

Its nothing but the dogg pound gangstas

Mashes, verbal disasters, 38 stashes

Verse two: [tray deee]

I arise in disguise to surprise that ass

What you thought you caught me short

I might ride to blast

With the canna

We let the shit all up in your nuts

When niggas droppin, they stop with the plan they plots

Got to stop for my gate

With (? ) of break

Marked niggas caught in, they try to win and get sprayed

Rip the gates

Go flip the page to chapter three

First groove, they fools cant come after me

I mash to free,

Styles of catastrophe

Ask for g

A nigga best to answer me

My rip long as the beach that I represent

Dead nigga with my stare not to step to this

Verse three: [daz dillinger]

Now o yeah tray deee

I mean I see the whole plot

Be on alert, niggas shot

Anywhere under that nigga caught

So drop the microphone on my own

I shown to blown

Away for these mcs with the sludge of a chrome

I take the fang

Down on my own lyrical name

When the sees are changed ,

When the storms and hurricanes

Wide strand

Spittin rhymes, the beats so precise

(? )

Skatin on mics like ice

Twice in the day

I get drunk,

(? ) of plastic bags

Sack in the truck

Because the rhyme as claim

I shit buck like the doctor

Coming through

Bouncin with the droptop

Like gangstas chillin on the block

Nah, we aint worry for shit

Got escape doors like capone

Whit chick your dick on my clip

Forty-fives and nives

Three-eighties and automatics

Sniveling, coming through for you

When your boys with some stats

I got to have eleven to thrill of the drama

Enthusing me to gets my norm with the slaughter

Ought to be known as daz dillinger

For the shit that I known for

A dogg pound criminal

Verse four: [soopafly]

Now if the spots hot

I hit the switch make the topdrop

Dont stop

Its soopafly with the sho shot

Wont stop

I got ya whole shit to

Look and listen

I rendition the rhymes with precision

You cant face

Amaze me a place like a saddle

Its dogg pound ganstas (? ) like a shadow

I never met a motherfucker who can make you stick

I never met a motherfucker who can feel my clique

You serve, youll make the twitch like a nerve

Youll try to step to my wild style seperve

Adjective the verve

Action pack with the words

Ill make it stop

The jaws drop and observe

I sold the block for crook, daz, style and tray deee

We be coming with the shit

That be the bomb baby

And aint a dogg pound gangsta will knock you to the flow

Either you stupid as fuck or just dont know

Verse five: [bad a$$]

Now I know you, know you,

Stupid as fuck

Cock, bust like a sawed off punk,

Double barrel on em

Black gambinos at casinos

Get de niro on em

If I want em

I go get em

If I gotta shot a nine

Twice, thats what I rhyme like

My clip aint empty

Do try to test the ridah

Nativity simply

Bust, I lead inside ya

Find ya

Fear them, frightened for your life

With your last few

Live with hot live from gunblast

Outlaws, outcast

Low life, south last

Long beach niggas blast

Yeah the b-side is right

The most, the coast

The west, the best

We damn bitches

Sippin, hittin switches

Dippin hittin robbin niggas

Itchy fingers on triggers

Itty, bitty niggas

Ready for war

We kick down your door

Draw eatin

Lay everybody down on the floor

Verse six: [technique]

The same thing, different place

With snakes, cowards and strong grown

Robbery cases, niggas faces

On paperchase

It was seen, it was written

It aint forbidden

For homies to be splittin

Disagree, no one was hitten

Known with the curls

The many obstacles

Impressions to the feet from gettin served

Growing up is rough

Your name

Heres the streets it gets tough

You can (? ) and (? )

Then I guess you had enough

Over (? )

It aint coincidental that I be distorted

And my manual

Minds

Is for seein, so I watch

Bodies and plots

Win the plots

Call the shots for your nuts

Nigga grips

Thats why I (? ) my dippin progress

Cause why is all we tryin to defeat the progress

I just aint the one mystic to hit

Young jonesy sees

Who I got a mission to hit

And constantly flips scripts

Outta wall with balls fast talkin

And quick draws

How the problem is solved

I want it all (I want it all)

But its movin to slow

Im out to blow

I dont know which way to go,

Was on the right path

I thought

Without doin a dirty word about getting caught

("getting caught" echoes)