Lyrics:
or somethin', huh?
We got the fuckin' money and they don't got the fuckin' stuff?
I tell you man, they fuck with Tray, ayo Daz Dillinger, Corleone (yeah)
They
[Daz]
Ready?
Yeah... we back
Daz Dillinger in the game
Death Row, in the house
Lettin why'all know, we ain't went nowhere, we right here
In
[Daz]
Ain't no fakin we all out to get paid
Wettin niggaz what we do nowadays (nigga)
Around here, you can't trust nobody
Anybody's somebody tryin'
D-A-Z
Feeling like 1-9-9-3, only one to the 710
I'm in Long Beach, home of Dillinger
Dealing the gangsta shit, gangsta killa
You wankstas quit filling ya
featuring Daz Dillinger
Daz:
ooh ooh ooh ooh oooohh...
Kurupt:
G'd up we're back that's what I keep hearing
We
vibe with a pimp
[Daz Dillinger]
C'mon and ride with a gangsta mack
Pimp, dip, slide with this
C'mon Snoop git, blaze that shit
We got these hoes
Up out of there
[daz, repeated several times until first verse begins]
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ahh shit
You've done fucked up now
[Snoop Talking]
Up out of there
[Daz, repeated several times until first verse begins]
Ain't Nothin' but A Gangsta Party
[Tupac Talking]
monster, be a reputable motherfucker (motherfucker!)
(Ew!) Real mash with my Spanish (Spanish!)
If ain't about no gouda, partner you can vanish
(Ew!)
Up out of there
[daz, repeated several times until first verse begins]
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ahh shit
You've done fucked up now
on map
Heard the boys done stole they drip they better give that shit back
Welcome to dazs Angeles Where we ain't stealing the splash
White dazsy
Like the two heaters the homie got next to me
You don't know me but you don't know "shoo"
It's me and Daz posted with Coach Snoop
But I'll ride with ya
man!
Gimme some of that candy man
Talk to me one time! For real, for real...
[Daz Dillinger]
"It's like candy, candy!"
Get it how you want it
Whip it,
[Snoop Talking]
Up out of there
[Daz, repeated several times until first verse begins]
Ain't nothin' but A Gangsta Party
[Tupac Talking]
Crooked
These bitches shout Crooked
I'll make you say the West Coast ain't shit without Crooked
I own a vicious label, niggas'll get disabled
When I'm
crooked
I'll make you say the west coast ain't shit without crooked
I own a vicious label, niggas'll get disabled
When I'm spittin' rhymes written
What's the American Dream? Makin makin money
keepin pistols and shit, 'cause ain't a damn thing funny
Niggas around my block be actin so crummy
Wit
friend was rollin', she was all in
I ain't mad at ya, upset, I ain't trippin'
Just make sure before I put my dick in
Your mouth, you tell me how it feels
-p-t and the d-a-z
[daz]
Well a..you know how we treat ho's
Slammin on they back like dominos
On how I love love a bitch
Thats why a bitch ain't shit
Thats the reason
[Daz Dillinger (Kurupt)]
(Bitch)
Yeah whats happening girl
(All them bad bitches)
Get me a drink
And let's get fucked up tonight, know what I'm
word, daz my word
Now daz my word
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Yeah, that's how it comin
You motherfuckers just frontin', ha
Big Dawgpark shit, ayy
Top baller with
story
Get an eye for me, ride for me
Make 'em sorry and recognize who'll die for me
It ain't over till you breathin' in me
As a blblast for the dreams
the D-A-Z
I heard a new beat
Somebody say they smashed it
Well if Daz ain't do it I can't mash wit' it
And that's on DP
D-A-Z always got them bumpin' bombay
Beach, bacc together again
(haha)
Verse 1: (Daz Dillinger)
You know itz?.
MURDA, MURDA, bring a drama fo ya momma,
Got them 2-2-3'z in tha bacc in you
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