Lyrics:
dawgs reach that G status, just to have it
And anything that'll (?) out my jock just to have us
Hoppin down the steps, where my homeboys chill
Sippin
Let's drop it
What up?
That motherfucker, ayy, blaze it up (down to rock? Wassup?)
Like that motherfucker (so we gon' do it tonight)
Gon' ride
niggas is punks
They runnin' off at the mouth 'til I fill it up with my pump
They jump, my automatic keep 'em wary
Why you frontin' like you really
Caddy
Got 'em ringin' my phone, they won't leave me alone
Stand on it just like a rock, I'll break 'em hard as a stone
Conversation, illustration, plus
a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
It's goin down by the year 2 G
I'm goin be flyin through
and the world's so cold
He never took the time-out to fall down on his knees
Until he fucked his G, got some keys, now they's enemies
The niggas he grew up
don't realize what's with Tha Pound
Blueberry smoke clears the town when me, Kurupt puts it down
From the shoulders we be snuggled with straps, we be
gimme
that microphone I been the baddest run down your digits
Shorty gettin' played like a midget
Aiyyo, I'm in it you wid it for me and my
motherfuckers like this stuff
What's happenin'?
In the dead of winter is when I kick my coldest phrases
Mentalist telepathy, lyrically it amazes
recognize we
Been using it wrong
So I'ma break it down and put
This game in a song
N-E-G-U-S, say it with me, or say no more
'Lluminati can come and get me
of the cold we re-structure your soul
It's that nigga' Daz Kurupt we don't give a fuck
Like nigga' what up ? that nigga Daz and Kurupt
It's fatal fire blaze,
know, that bitches ain't shit to me
I gives a fuck, why don't y'all pay attention?
Approach it with a different proposition, I'm Kurupt
Hoe, you'll
know, that bitches ain't shit to me
I gives a fuck, why don't y'all pay attention?
Approach it with a different proposition, I'm Kurupt
Hoe, you'll
"I'm Your Radio"
I'm bumpin' it right now. Warren G- You're doing big things boy
Keep it bangin'!
[Radio DJ]
Well, blow me down, KWBALLS is doing
Don't try to battle me, I cause fatalities
And this is how it is when the microphone put to torture
MC's done tried to step but I caught ya
I'm like
Ah yeah, Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte, featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the remix
And it's goin' down for you hoes like this
niggas want to imitate us
Cause all we wanna do is put the g right back in you
Yeah worry about your muthafuckin punk ass crew
And we keeps it gangsta
a weed seller, but a crocka sack beller
A rap star plus a 2 time felon
Sellin' phones out the trunk I mix G with funk
I put it all together, and rock it
a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
It's goin' down by the year two G
I'm goin be flyin through
[Kurupt]
Yeah Yeah
Gangsta like, uh huh
To all my O.G.'s and all my Y.G.'s
Daz Dillinger, Daz kurupt (dat nigga daz!)
[Xzibit]
I move bricks
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
and this entice them how them joke the same
So I'm gonna sing just like them to get where they at
I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
a quarter a mill'
Ninety-eight my motto to kill, that's how it is
Fuck my family, fuck my friends, when my dope come in
[Kurupt]
You feel like fuck
you see niggas get broke off like 1,2,3
cuz Im the D-A to the..(D-A-to the..)
D-A- to the Z
Now G'z pay attention to this young ass mack daddy
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