| I’m tired of niggas talkin' shit like «Daz this, Daz that»
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| Daz' Dat Nigga so you niggas better back back
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| Or get clapped, I ain’t trippin', got the clip in
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| Smokin' bomb while I’m whippin' and you know I’m steady Crippin'
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| Steady grippin' on that nina trigger finger
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| In between ya if I stroke ya then them hollows come and steam ya
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| And motherfuckers know I’m still who I was
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| If I ain’t changed for the crackers why change for the thugs?
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| I’m ridin' chrome — 24's, 25, 26's
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| (Smokin' while we hollerin' at some bitches)
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| We gettin' twisted with the law on my back
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| With a white Desert Eagle in the floor of the 'Llac
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| I charge niggas whatever to do a song now
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| Why wouldn’t I homie, I’m from the Dogg Pound
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| And I ain’t gotta wave the four around
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| Cause on anybodys street, cats know it’s a dogg town
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| One gun is all that I need, to put you to rest
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| (PUMP-PUMP) Put two slugs dead in your chest
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| One gun is all that I need, all-all that I need
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| All that I need, to put you to rest
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| Now when you see me and I’m fresh off the plane
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| With a pack of the Hait', in my hand
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| (And I’m just bout to blaze it up)… nigga I don’t give a fuck
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| Prince of the West, blue star on my Chucks
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| Yeah, I’m still hittin' and dippin'
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| Fill tip in the clip and — we ain’t never been cool
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| And I ain’t friends with your crew, I don’t care who you know
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| Motherfucker, I’m against what you do
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| It ain’t a bone in your body that I won’t break
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| Stone that I won’t take, mash your face until your dome ache
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| I’m in the ring still standin'
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| The peoples champ, I’m what they demandin'
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| We take the win, all you take is the LBC
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| We don’t play that (bitch nigga stay back)
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| Or get your bitch ass layed back
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| By this Dogg Pound Gangsta, simple and plain black
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| One gun is all that I need, to put you to rest
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| (PUMP-PUMP) Put two slugs dead in your chest
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| One gun is all that I need, all-all that I need
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| All that I need, to put you to rest |