Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Its Dat Gangsta Sh*t, artist - Daz Dillinger. Album song U Know What I'm Throwin Up, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.05.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dogg Pound Online
Song language: English
Its Dat Gangsta Sh*t |
Yeah, you know we up in this motherfucker |
You know what I mean? |
Dogg-motherfuckin'-house |
You can’t tell me shit, get pistol whipped |
Fuck what you say, it’s the gangsta shit |
We the gangsta click, kickin' gangsta shit |
Fuck what you say, get pistol whipped |
Put your khaki’s and your blue rags and your Chuck’s on |
It’s Dat Nigga Daz, we rollin' in a black Brougham |
Rollin' just gettin' domed |
Just like a packed tail nigga, cause I got to roam |
Holdin' my own, step the wrong way, you’ll get blown |
CHA-POW nigga, you’re gone |
Look out — stoned out, bombed out |
With the niggaz, we run my neighborhood with major clout |
On this — paper route, street grindin' |
Blindin' y’all niggaz when we thug it out |
Rip it out, dip it out, shippin' it all out |
Nigga we outta here |
We stone cold fools, for the cream |
Supreme team, with billion dollar dreams |
With trillion dollar schemes |
With a infra-blue beam |
Stickin' and whippin' niggaz just for cream |
See I’m a Dogg Pound mobster, boogie monster |
Chest stomper, Dat Nigga Daz always into somethin' |
Here you go, you hear my bass bumpin' |
Stompin', like N.W.A. |
I’m into somethin' |
HA HA, see, the boys in the hood is way too hard |
21st, the loc’est nigga on the boulevard |
You can’t tell me shit, get pistol whipped |
Fuck what you say, it’s the gangsta shit |
We the gangsta click, kickin' gangsta shit |
Fuck what you say, get pistol whipped |
This gang bangin' ain’t stoppin' |
'Fore you know it I’ll be up on the top |
Ballin' way outta control whether you like me or not |
I’m silky smooth with the gangsta groove, I’ll make you move |
Don’t give a fuck what you say, that’s just my attitude |
On the West, bitches don’t play that shit |
Nigga bounce, gotta ounce?, nigga blaze that shit |
Ah shit, bitches wanna play me for a fool |
So I — act a fool, I’m too hot to keep cool |
They wanna know where I got it, don’t worry 'bout shit |
Just know I’m 'bout that 'bout it |
If a bitch blow up in this game, don’t doubt it |
Eliminatin' bitch niggaz cause the game’s too crowded |
If you see me blast off like a heat seeker, hummin' |
If the earth started shake, you know I’m comin' |
Runnin' shit, like it’s s’posed to be |
I’m takin' off on any trick tryin' to get close to me |
(shoot 'em, shoot 'em up) |
Up jump the boogie to the boogie |
To bang bang to the boogie, bang bang |
(shoot 'em, shoot 'em up) |
Up jump the boogie to the boogie |
To bang bang to the boogie, bang bang |
(shoot 'em, shoot 'em up) |
Up jump the boogie to the boogie |
To bang bang to the boogie, bang bang |
(shoot 'em, shoot 'em up) |
Up jump the boogie to the boog-idy-bee |
(Snoop Dogg!) |
It’s the mythological, chronical, diabolicle |
Pyschological, make a model hoe fuck a G |
Polish ya, demolish ya, turn you all into particles |
Shade tree niggaz in the game, I lose 'em like follicles |
But that goes in pathetico, vaticles into articles |
Read 'bout particles, and I heard that I shot a few |
But that’s what you gotta do when you’re livin' so radical |
From me to you my nigga, never yap without your gat fool |
Bang bang, we don’t play |
We fuckin' 'em up er’day, that’s why you got carried away |
I guess you got carried away, but it’s alright, it’s okay |
Cause we gon' play er’day, I’ll cut you like a DJ |
r-r-roa — cut so fresh |
Better yet, I’ll put a slug in your chest — yep |
And then I’ll blind you, bleed you, guide you and mislead you |
Tape you, strip you, rape you, then proceed to — |
Put yo' ass up under the dirt (uh hu) |
No more pain and no more hurt |
I jerk that jerk up out of his skirt |
Snoop Dogg stay puttin' in work, motherfucker |
Run up and get dropped |
Stop and get popped |
Me and my niggaz, we don’t stop, won’t stop |
Run up and get dropped |
Stop and get popped |
Me and my niggaz, we don’t stop, won’t stop |
Run up and get dropped |
Stop and get popped |
Me and my niggaz, we don’t stop, won’t stop |
Run up and get dropped |
Stop and get popped |
Me and my niggaz, we don’t stop, won’t stop |
You can’t tell me shit, get pistol whipped |
Fuck what you say, it’s the gangsta shit |
We the gangsta click, kickin' gangsta shit |
Fuck what you say, get pistol whipped |