| Yo, Fredwreck, turn this motherfucker up man
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| So it can fuck with my eardrums a lil' bit
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| Some try to repeat my flow
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| Others neva try 'cuz they know
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| I told ya that the game don’t wait
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| I’m so tight that I can wait for the game
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| Just about as tight, as tight can be
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| That’s why you never see 'em fuckin' with me
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| Get ya chance to bow out gracefully
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| You standin' face to face with defeat
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| If you feel me say Nate, Nate
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| He be the tightest muthafucka in here
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| Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
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| We be the hardest muthafuckaz in here
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| Some things never change
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| We be the hardest muthafuckaz in here
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| Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
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| We be the hardest muthafuckaz in here
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| Bring yo bitch ass in, close the door
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| Now you wanna run and fetch me a ho
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| Motha fucka tell yo mama tip-toe
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| When she pass my door
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| Kurupt, got this bitch about to toss this ho
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| And when we makin' the nigga shit
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| Always makin' the killin'
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| I be hearin' you bitches, there go the villain
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| Mad 'cuz your revenue stopped from drug dealin'
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| Mad at me 'cuz I’m makin' shit, them thug’s feelin'
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| Hold my dick, nigga, spit that verse
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| The hardest muthafucka nigga love to curse
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| It get worse, once the vill' start to smoke
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| And this legendary dick start to soak in your throat
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| My nigga, Young Gotti 'bout to pull your coat
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| Who are you bitch? |
| You muthafuckaz never exist
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| If you feel me say Nate, Nate
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| He be the tightest muthafucka in here
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| Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
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| We be the hardest muthafuckaz in here
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| Some things never change
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| We be the hardest muthafuckaz in here
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| Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
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| We be the hardest muthafuckaz in here
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| So what you know about this West Coast monopoly
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| Enough animosity to tear down democracy
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| Anarchy, you wanna analyze and copy me
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| But muthafuck, that stay off my goddamn property
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| Xzibit burn a couple ounces of that broccoli
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| Step into the function, make the crowd bounce properly
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| Yeah, I know about your little shit talkin' mockery
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| Tryin' to see and pour 6 feet of gravel on top of me
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| And all my playaz go to wakes, so the next nigga can take my place
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| And try to invade my space
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| Make enemies search for God like Ma$e, yeah
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| You should avoid catchin' 2 to the face, so I can avoid catchin' a case
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| You’se just another muthafuckin' rat in a race
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| I explode and expose to this multi-platinum fan base
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| Never seen before I kick in your door
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| Ain’t no time to run for them guns, just get on the floor
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| If you feel me say Nate, Nate
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| He be the tightest muthafucka in here
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| Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
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| We be the hardest mutha fuckaz in here
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| Some things never change
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| We be the hardest muthafuckaz in here
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| Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
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| We be the hardest muthafuckaz in here
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| Yeah, a penny for your thoughts in a hour glass of time
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| Surround sound beats for the Dogg Pound jeeps
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| Jump the volts up in each single switch
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| Stick somethin' fat up in each single bitch
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| Bombshell and for every dick apiece
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| That ain’t from the hood driftin' get 5 shells each
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| Split bustaz, no bustaz allowed
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| No punk motha fuckaz allowed, loosen the crowd
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| Dogg Pound say it loud, Dogg Pound
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| Scream it at the top of your lungs
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| Tell these niggaz where we from
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| Say Kurupt, Kurupt, Kurupt
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| Yeah, nigga the hardest muthafucka in here
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| I like Hennessy and beer
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| Remy, gin and juice, tequila and grapefruit
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| Chocolate thai, indigo sticks and a thick bitch
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| Down and out, nah, I’m up and in
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| Down at the Dogg House with Dre, Cube & Ren
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| If you feel me say Nate, Nate
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| He be the tightest muthafucka in here
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| Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
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| We be the hardest muthafuckaz in here
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| Some things never change
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| We be the hardest muthafuckaz in here
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| Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
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| We be the hardest muthafuckaz in here |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Hardest , by - Kurupt. Song from the album Space Boogie: Smoke Oddessey, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп