| Now here’s somethin' for the DJ’s, keep it pumpin'
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| Real niggas from the street, throw up your heat
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| Pass it around to that down bitch that you fuck with
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| Stuck with it, hoo-ra, Soopa’s the hoopla
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| In your hoopty, fly Gucci apparell
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| If niggas get you hot, get your flare on
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| He’s a busta, nigga must of not seen the black pistol Glocks
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| You’s a Columbian shuttle astronaut
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| Fuckin' with the «blast-a-lot» kid
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| I’ma shoot, pass the rock — SWISH
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| Niggas, throw up your fists like afro pick’s
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| Up in this bitch, I’ma make you move
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| Grab my shit, layin' everything down
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| Stick up bitch, I hate ya, choose
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| I’m a real — Don, mackin' every way
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| I play, but then again I don’t
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| I won’t come up short, I’m tall
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| Look and then he ball
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| I’m Shag, I’ll wax these fuckers and I’m back
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| C’mon, my squad thick like Redbones
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| What you doin' 'round here nigga?, I said gone
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| Get — the fuck out, back yo' ass up
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| Bitches — step up, back yo' ass up
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| The club rockin', I’m stalkin', chicken hawkin'
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| I pimp often, shit talk, grab my Glock and I’m straight
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| Hot like fire — propane
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| The way I touch and rush, you must have crushed ya
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| Just a cold saying — «no game, no fame»
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| Niggas mad, I flow dope like cocaine rivers
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| Fuck Santa Clause 'cause the hoe ain’t in us
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| Label, check, pump, from pro’s to beginner’s
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| Dogghouse fuck your mouth
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| Half these niggas can show most of these hoes what suckin’s about
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| Niggas talk shit but ain’t fuckin' with me
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| Soopa-fly, D-A-Z
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| Back in yo' ass, it’s still D.P.G
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| C-R-I-P now
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| 2003, we are the Pound
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| And then we shot that big ass gun
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| Take yo' shit, now you best ta run
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| You know what we do when we step on tour
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| Kick a hole in the speaker, kick shit off on tour
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| I’m a Dogg Pound Gangsta, all to the wanksta’s
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| Bank ya, get you face to face
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| I ain’t to intervene, me and my guillotine
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| Hang you by the string or the thorn, you’ve been warned
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| Get up and throw your hands up, stand up for the cause
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| No flaws, bangin' all y’all niggas on the cross
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| Crucified, do or die
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| You and your homie, it’s you and I
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| Watch out for this homicide
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| Bitch — I’ll leave you in a ditch
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| You and your fuckin' posse nigga — you ain’t shit
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| I’ll come in quick, I’ll sink your battleship
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| Shoot 'em up, do 'em up, and then we outey bitch
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| Can I rock the M-I-C?
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| Or the phone, I’m prone, I’m know to get it on, HO!
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| I’m theatrical, your bitch is mack-able
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| I’ll snatch your hoe, you know I got to battle more
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| It’s time to build up my momentum
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| To society I’m a menace, I’m out on a mission
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| Your hoes we deep fishin'
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| We dishin' out the terror and mayhem
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| Pistol whip you and your man
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| I can’t stand no pussy, soft, bitch ass nigga
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| You hang with me, nigga your pullin' some triggers
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| On yo' ass for the ten figures
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| Blow your back out to your liver and make you quiver, nigga
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| I’m a Dogg Pound Gangsta — D.P.G
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| I’m a Dogg Pound Gangsta — D.P.G
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| I’m a Dogg Pound Gangsta — D.P.G
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| Straight Dogg Pound Gangsta — D.P.G
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| I’m a Dogg Pound Gangsta — D.P.G
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| Straight Dogg Pound Gangsta — D.P.G |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Introduction 2 Mayhem , by - Daz Dillinger. Song from the album U Know What I'm Throwin Up, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп