Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song D.P.G , by - Daz Dillinger. Release date: 30.04.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
D.P.G |
| Motherfucker too much, too much, too much |
| (I heard somebody bit our shit cuz!) |
| Where we from? |
| Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Say what?) |
| Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Motherfucker, too much) |
| Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by (too much), Dogg Pound Gangstas (too much) |
| Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Hey Daz) |
| I heard of a lot of dope ass rappers and I’m down with 'em |
| In deed we all smoke weed and clowned with 'em |
| Hung around with 'em, one man, with my gun in hand |
| There’s only one land, niggas down with me I can count on one hand (Dogg Pound) |
| The carma get dumb-a, the double barrel pump-a heat bump-a |
| And I been rocking mic’s since funky drum-a |
| These adventures reak havoc |
| Speak lavish lifesyle but crack your clavicle for the cabbage |
| Ryhme savage, introduction to death |
| Muder MC’s till ain’t shit left |
| In a sector, why must MC’s flip |
| Like gymnastics, just to get they ho ass whiped |
| Claiming they classic, but you don’t set no classic examples |
| With your fucked up beats, and your fucked up samples |
| Ya last verbal war, you won’t survive no more |
| I turned the channel, cuz nigga you ain’t live no more |
| I use to follow, but now you’s a legend like sleepy hollow |
| I shoot to kill on horse, peel your cap, swollow |
| There’s no tommorrow, nigga, it all ends |
| I been rocking a mic nigga since hip-hop began |
| I’m the man, now what is this that I’m told to be red on the spot |
| Dissed by a nigga I admire (sucka) |
| Oh shit, hell no this can’t be |
| Who’s this on the radio dissing me |
| D-O- double G, P-O-U-N-D, shit scorcher |
| Doing a video for a song that got blew outta porportion |
| I found he’s the deadliest force in the world |
| Where it’s all about glamour, fame, and fortune |
| As we blast and creep, so fuck you |
| Your homeboys and any fools trying to compete |
| We the elite, Dat Nigga Daz is back and he’s blasting |
| And anytime we meet face to face we mashing (ha-ha) |
| Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Say what?) |
| Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (too much) |
| Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by (too much), Dogg Pound Gangstas (too much) |
| Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (you know what?) |
| So gimmie, the heat to the motherfucking Jimmies |
| Hit slimmies, like 3's and I be’s penny |
| Raw, like fifteen separate sawed-offs |
| To you chest, leathal techs, and pissed to get complex |
| If I had a million dollars, then I’d be rich |
| If your ho was on deck then I’d fuck yo bitch |
| It’s Gotti in the cut with the Don, Coleone |
| And Dillinger, with the hollow tip chromes (Yeah) |
| Catch you in traffic, leave you all flabbergasted |
| Stalking you all, all walking caskets |
| Hit the spot where the smoke is sold |
| Low and behold, the tightest composition composed |
| Can you catch it, I threw my thoughts like a quarterback |
| So when they in the realm wit I mangle, murder, and slaughter at |
| React, actions speak louder than words |
| But ain’t nothing more potent than vision |
| I seen out in through the visions, erupting |
| I’m spontaneous rapping, busting your melon |
| Then escape a lyrical felon |
| Accelling in and out like, as if I’m smoking the bomb (boom) |
| And hit 3's as my D’s shine |
| And keep it gangsta |
| Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas |
| Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas |
| Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangsta Gangsta |
| Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas |