Lyrics:
Cause everybody know that D-P-GC, Bad Boy niggas run this
Bad Boy
D-P-G
D-P-G
Bad Boy
D-P-G
Cause everybody know that D-P-GC, Bad Boy niggas
You scream "Geez" when the CP Pullin
Niggas think we pleased by the game, stop cappin (stop the cap)
Wreckin all the keys you thought you had em on you
sayin' somethin'
How ya do dat there the hoes keep comin'
There dey go there dey go there dey go
No matter how much ya give 'em
They gon' want some more
So
sayin' somethin'
How ya do dat there the hoes keep comin'
There dey go there dey go there dey go
no matter how much ya give 'em
they gon' want some more
keep comin'
There dey go there dey go there dey go
no matter how much ya give 'em
they gon' want some more
So I'm a ho you know I'm a ho
make 'em
that P-I, E what I bring by
Me 50 cal, pretty desert up my sleeve, I
Still hugging that corner so tight it can't breath, I
Never let it go, 'cause
Dip low wit my ken folk we blunted
Mean mug I don't give a fuck what nigga
Cross game and you lames get stomped I don't care about nothing fuck em
The night is so young and we laced up
We got bitches and black by the crater
Don't give a fuck about you commentators
Cause really though y'all common-haters
That girl wanna give it up (Right there)
That girl wanna give it up (Right there)
That girl wanna give it up (To Pharrell)
That girl wanna give it up
I'm on my Philly shit
Krush Unit Gang is who I represent
See we the truth and that
Shit is self evident
Like godsend the German Lugers give you shots
That 223, give it to me
I'm weighing Bobby Brown by the pound, whatever you need
That 223, give it to me
I'm weighing Bobby Brown by the pound,
drop no dollars, but he do drop bombs
R.I.P. Tay cause he died in the storm, fuck president (Georgia) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound
I hung her
You smoking lil bro and I'm smoking big uncle
Got so much green in the trap it's a jungle
Plug sending p's in a pack by the bundle
I'm
on the chopping block
Give this bitch the biz, Markie, I beat box a lot
She just want a confidant, her man want a problem? Stop
His days'll be numbered like
Stay strapped even in the vocal booth
Rob report, page 3-5-7
Ray hang 'em high, details at eleven
[Hook: x 2]
[Benzino]
Do you really want
Bitch, yeah, ha
Compton most wanted
Haunted by the ghost of the dead
Climbing out the casket
With a bullet in the head
All blue, all red, smothers
call em dope runner shoes
Put the ball in my hand we gone win by two
Game over
They call ya boy closer
I'm smoking on the doja
I'm focus till it's over
keep comin'
There dey go there dey go there dey go
no matter how much ya give 'em
they gon' want some more
So I'm a ho you know I'm a ho
make 'em
Writin' eulogies
Kill em all, kill em all, kill em all
I've been writin' eulogies
R.i.p, r.i.p
I've been writin' eulogies
Kill em all, kill em all, kill em
crack, head crack"
Verse Four: Redman
SURPRISE NIGGAZ! The original P-Funk funks you up
I take a hit from a spliff then I get biz with the NEW CUT
weight get P.O.P
Naughty by Nature your trespassing O.P.P
Your O.T. yeah nigga I can get it to you
Sold in a see through right price I deliver
Tell ya
the personal computer information on rap
Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make your toes tap
I format the rhymes, step by step
Make em sound def to maintain
the personal computer information on rap
Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make your toes tap
I format the rhymes, step by step
Make em sound def to maintain
with "make the music"
From right there, I said, "man, this shit is real
Look at biz in the new leather and a pair of spot bills"
I got to give it
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