For All My Niggaz & Bitches
Tha Dogg Pound, Snoop Dogg, The Lady of Rage
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Well it's that slow flow, D-O-Double-G, nigga See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga Who am I? (It's Kurupt motherfucker) Do or die (we gives a f*ck motherfucker) So slow your roll, I'm in control like Janet The loc'est twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet Take it for granted, if ya wanna, 'cause I'm gonna Grab my strap then clear the corner, biatch To all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches Wave your motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit Wave your motherfucking fingers in the air To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't give a f*ck like we don't give a f*ck Keep your motherfucking hands in the air Now on a one (one), two (two), three (three), who could it be Coming with a group of gangsta shit for '93? So '94's arrived, nigga, back on up And let me and my dawg Kurupt f*ck shit up Now can't nobody see me here or there Wherever I bails, I put it down all around 'Cause ain't shit for sale, in the coupe With the beat flossing off gold D's And my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I mean And it don't take much, for Tha Dogg Pound to bust a cap In yo' ass, for getting us all fucked up Now check it, it's a problem for niggas like those Who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitching like hoes (Yes y'all) all the the dawgs (yes y'all) yiggy y'all Stay full of that Gin and juice and have a ball I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like this Now how many bitches must get dick? Before they say, "Oh is it that nigga from back in the day? Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin with Dr. Dre" 'Cause I grips mics, I rips mics in half Hoes be coming to my flat so I can tap that ass, so all To all my niggas and my bitches and my niggas and my bitches Wave your motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit Wave your motherfucking fingers in the air To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't give a f*ck (a give a shit) Like we don't give a f*ck (give a shit) Keep your motherfucking fingers in the air You're headed my way, nigga you best to hit a U-turn quick So what's happening? I'm capping shit up like a Western flick The kingpin of the clique, top notch Seventeen shot Glock cocked, so all niggas drop The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryna serve The best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, 'cause this a murder fest I smokes chronic everyday, so what have we? Another motherfucker, getting served like some cavi' Now who drops (ruff rhymes)? I gots the Juice like 2Pac (Plus I'm) rolling with two Glocks Blind motherfuckers can't see Kurupt Hell-raising like Pinhead, beware I'm tearing shit the f*ck up Slow your roll, like your legs was broken Who's joking? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc? And that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow though Running 'em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row Mediocre motherfuckers die 'cause I'm serving And they can't f*ck with or see me I'm mass murdering (Smoking indo, look out my window I suppose) Yeah (These niggas don't understand how we kicks different flows) (I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged like a BFGoodrich (Bring your whole set and get your hood lynched) (Drop to your knees like a dog in heat) Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techniques So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit Keep your motherfucking fingers in the air To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't give a f*ck like we don't give a f*ck Keep your motherfucking fingers in the air Check it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm putting my weight down And that's a hundred-seventy-five pounds of beef Beating yo' ass down to the concrete Fool, act like you know I'm stranded on Death Row with nowhere to go, so What's a girl to do? Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you want to do? Throw your guns in the motherfucking air, we don't care (Niggas don't give a f*ck, nigga) About nothing at all, just my dawgs and clocking the grip, bitch (Niggas don't give a f*ck, nigga) That's why I can kick it so tough, 'cause when times get rough, my (Niggas don't give a f*ck, nigga) The clique that I'm with, don't give a shit, you know why? (Real niggas don't give a f*ck) Now all the bitches and the niggas Wave your motherfucking hands in the air To all my niggas and my bitches Wave your motherfucking hands in the air To all my niggas and my bitches Wave your motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't give a f*ck like we don't give a f*ck Keep your motherfucking fingers in the air
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Written by: Andre Young, Robin Allen, Cordozar Broadus, Delmar Arnaud, Ricardo Brown
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