| Yo when I spit pay attention, just play your position
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| Finna to stab you with scissors, I’m mad at the prison
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| Mad cause I’m sittin', mad at these casualties missin'
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| Bitchin' bout who bad and who isn’t
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| (Shit homie, we Dogg Pound Crippin')
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| Man, I just handle my business and pop Impala’s
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| Keep a gang of thorough niggas cold watchin' my product
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| Still watchin' my dollars
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| I’m a D.P.G.C. |
| street rhyme scholar
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| I got the world on my dogg collar
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| (Y'all niggas soft in the middle
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| I’m bombin' on 'em, plus y’all ain’t shit)
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| With the heart of a hundred pits founds grippin' the system
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| Gettin' they armor, launch a revolver
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| We all plan contact when we yell 'woof'
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| Scope vision, aim, fall back
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| Fuck what it cost, Dogg Pound need all that
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| I’ll put the holes in you niggas gettin' shit twisted
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| Dissin' individuals who be snitchin'
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| Duck down, here I come to get 'em, tell 'em
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| (Ice Cube)
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| Hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down
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| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous
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| So you better hold on to somethin'
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| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap)
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| So you better hold on to somethin'
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| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap)
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| So you better hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down
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| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous
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| So you better hold on to somethin'
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| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap)
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| So you better hold on to somethin'
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| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap)
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| «Sir, can you please call Animal Control
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| Your dog has gotten out again and attacked four people»
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| When I rap niggas get they straps
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| They catch the claps tryin' to fuck with a maniac
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| I’m brainiac, Ice Cube pyroclastic flow
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| You niggas know how I get down, if you don’t then yo' ass a ho
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| I dip through there, like Happy New Year with distribution
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| What’s your resolution? |
| I got the solution
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| I got dope rhymes, cut 'em into nickels and dimes
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| I got mixtapes, 6−4's and six eighths
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| I’m at the Dogg Pound tryin' to save a dogg named Daz
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| So all you suckas pass, hit the gate and got in yo' ass
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| And that shit there is a felony, that’s what they keep tellin' me
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| That’s that dogg from the LBC, now we got to put him to sleep
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| S-T to the R-A-P, put it out first put him to sleep
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| Grab Daz put him up in my jeep, drove him back to that 2−1 Street
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| (Ice Cube)
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| Hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down
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| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous
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| So you better hold on to somethin'
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| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap)
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| So you better hold on to somethin'
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| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap)
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| So you better hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down
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| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous
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| So you better hold on to somethin'
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| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap)
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| So you better hold on to somethin'
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| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap)
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| Takin' the strap up off my back
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| I’m actin' if I was an action-less bastard
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| When I could treat your fuckin' heart out
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| And keep rappin' like nothin' happened
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| This for them G’s who keep the straps in they jacket
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| When I could smack him, ask him if he got a heart like me
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| Move weight, ask him if he hold the fort like me
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| Bring some more of yo' niggas, usually just be dead in the street
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| Listen up, pipe down — I’m what you call a soldier
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| Army fatigues, keepin' a pump up under my shoulder
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| I get bolder therefore I got bodies to count
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| Come up with quarters, how you talkin' with a gun in your mouth?
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| I’m for real homie, I don’t fuck with too many niggas
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| But the last real ones alive keep on livin', nigga
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| Don’t get it twisted, that’s what come to my mind
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| So recognize when you see a G, open your eyes
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| Stay alive, keep the automatic nine when we ride
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| Watchin' my back, blowin' dro, I stay on the grind
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| I get dope, goin' broke never be on my mind
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| I keep ya smoked, Dogg Pound, Long Beach Eastside
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| Grab your arms, hater’s holdin' on for his life
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| This what the lock from a thorough' blue pit feel like
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| (Ice Cube)
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| So hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down
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| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous
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| So you better hold on to somethin'
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| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap)
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| So you better hold on to somethin'
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| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap)
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| So you better hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down
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| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous
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| So you better hold on to somethin'
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| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap)
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| So you better hold on to somethin'
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| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap)
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| Westside… Eastside… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strizap (Feat. Ice Cube), artist - Daz Dillinger. Album song So So Gangsta, in the genre Поп