| Diggy Daz about to surface like hot air balloons
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| Leaves and platoons, hoes and harlots, hoes and Harley’s
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| D-A to the Z, rock with that double-barrel shotty in the gangsta party
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| I’ma do what I’m 'bout to do, hoe what about you?
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| And them other two, and them other two
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| D.P.G.C. |
| vital, liable to smother you (that's right)
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| Undercover in a bucket like fuck it
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| What them real niggas got to say to them bitch niggas boy?
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| This gangsta shit
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| And I’ma be the first runnin' up, blastin' with the gun tucked
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| Blastin' the suckas 'til niggas get chipped
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| I’m a fanatic, somatic, 24-sev fool
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| Dippin' in a Cutlass, two P’s in a bucket
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| (Yo Daz, homie won’t you tell these niggas somethin')
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| It ain’t nothin' but a gangsta party motherfucker!
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| Load Up, Load Up
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| (Load Up).
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| Load Up, Load Up
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| (Blast, blast, blast, blast, blast)
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| Load Up, Load Up
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| (Load Up).
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| Load Up, Load Up
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| (Blast, blast)
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| Chevy, with a buck-fifty horses for the forces
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| Breakin' homies and seperatin' like divorces
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| I’ma show you G, to a T
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| D-O double G the P-O-U-N to the D
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| We’ll leave you motionless
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| D.P.G. |
| and me, are the only G’s these hoes came to see
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| Work that thang girl, pop that azz
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| You are now cultivated by the sounds of Daz
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| And — all my gangsta niggas keep on smashin' on these bitches
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| And we hittin', hittin' switches on three in a 'Llac
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| If you’re lookin' for us gangstas, then we in the back
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| With the all grey and blue on, D.P.G. |
| on the hat
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| They call me Daz Dilly bitch, loco, more she intact
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| And at that get your lungs collapsed, perhaps you prefer that
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| (For my G’s gleamin', candy paintin'
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| Ridin', rollin', smashin', dashin'
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| Indo hashin', any get wit me)
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| I thought I told you that
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| Load Up, Load Up
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| (Load Up).
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| Load Up, Load up
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| (Blast, blast, blast, blast, blast)
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| Load Up, Load Up
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| (Load Up).
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| Load Up, Load up
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| (Load Up, Load Up, Load Up, Load Up)
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| I was about to hit these switches on low-low's
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| With Dat Nigga Daz, D.P.G. |
| Original
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| Niggas high as a kite
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| Got the whole world shakin' like a Dogg Pound Gangsta
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| Shit, yeah yeah
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| Man, sit, let me spit — a little game to you
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| Let me introduce my homie to you
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| You’re just a hype, mush me out
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| Unleash on these hoes
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| Turn into a motherfuckin' beast on these hoes
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| Get your head right, game right, aim right
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| Get everything right, with all your might
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| Or you might not see daylight, AK might spray your night
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| The total eclipse at night
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| The force is fly (high), shootin' out shit that scorch the sky
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| Stops at the sparks that fly
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| I’ma forcified, and I’m forced to try
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| With all my might to get the force to fly
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| Bigg Snoop, demands we stay on point like Stacey Adams (Dogghouse!)
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| I’m bumpin' parliament and then Yolanda Adams
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| I’m just dippin' that’s all, I’m just dippin'
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| D-A to the Z on point and I ain’t trippin', c’mon
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| Load Up, Load Up
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| (Load Up).
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| Load Up, Load Up
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| (Blast, blast, blast, blast, blast)
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| Load Up, Load Up
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| (Load Up).
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| Load Up, Load Up
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| (Load Up… c’mon)
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| I was about to hit these switches on low-low's
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| With Dat Nigga Daz, D.P.G. |
| Original
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| Niggas high as a kite
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| Got the whole world shakin' like a Dogg Pound Gangsta
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| Shit, yeah yeah
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| (Load Up, Load Up)
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| Get your gat and load up |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hold Up, artist - Daz Dillinger. Album song Witit Witit, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп