Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Me In Your World, artist - Snoop Dogg. Album song Tupac: Live At The House Of Blues, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.10.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Eagle Rock Entertainment
Song language: English
Me In Your World |
Yeah, give it up |
Dogg Pound Gangstas, Kurupt and Daz |
We all about nothin' but bitches, money and cash |
You talk shit we just might blast |
(Dat Nigga Daz back in yo' ass once more |
Fuckin' it up like you know we do) |
Always talkin' shit, well here we have — |
Another situation, where we gotta mash |
These niggas know nigga what we hatch |
If I did it, then I done it, then a battle just started |
And I’m gunnin', for niggas, who ain’t down who I ride for |
Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt, Dogg Pound, Death Row |
Here we go, Blood or Crip, it don’t matter |
I blast and outcast those who separate me from my goals |
Without a doubt, kill 'em and turn 'em out |
Notice the way that I shake, rattle, and roll |
And like your mamma cryin', enthusiastic as two nines |
KABOOM! |
We mash to the extreme as a team |
Scope you out and cut you down like a guillotine |
I hung a string of MC’s who thought foolishness |
Schoolin' this whole rap game, we rulin' this |
We doin' this, persuin' this major |
Stackin' major paper, with my dogg street behavior |
I caved ya chest in, bruised ya ribs, with a blow of skills |
Like Tyson, knockin' your ass out like Bruno |
You know I bring death towards your whole fuckin' camp (camp) |
Get in your skin, kill anything that lives |
Sure enough I never thought, that your ass could come rough |
Call your bluff, comin' with skills to smash your stuff |
You know it’s hardcore, you know it’s raw |
You know it’s hardcore, I’ll break your jaw |
Too many times with rhymes I combine and blow minds |
With the ways I design (hey Daz) too many fuckin' times |
The author of authentics (that's me) |
When I was young I played games with skirt |
Hide and go get it, 'til I was laced in a clinic (uh huh) |
Learned quick, to always keep a leash and hat on my dick (slow down) |
I know you’re trippin' off me and what play I threw |
But I ain’t trippin' off you and what you say I do |
It’s time for war, man, they all runnin' again |
Empty clip, reload, start gunnin' again |
I remember — «Kurupt, you’ll never get that far» |
No matter who you are, I found you can shine like stars |
I used patience, and the planet of my sight |
To the corner of deuce-five where it’s lot like life |
I’m put in a position where I thinks |
And I’m 'bout to beat MC’s purple, blue, and pink |
Take what’s yours (yours), break down your doors (doors) |
Hardcore radical, rough and raw |
When you come talkin' what you talk (talk) |
It’s me, I’m 'bout stalk, and I rock it from L.A. to New York |
On to the city of Phil', where all my niggas at keepin' it real |
All we in sharin' here |
To the South, to the East, to the North |
Kurupt, grabbin' it about to rip it off |
I rocks the West, so tell me who rocks the best |
I rocks the spot without Glocks and homicidal shots |
I leave the scene like a quake cause I leave 'em shakin' |
They all shake tryin' to take the money that I make |
You’ll never get past three rounds |
Three rhymes, three MC’s in three towns |
I came to put it down |
And lay all three of these motherfuckers down on the ground, now |
(You know, it’s me in your world, Daz) |
It’s about the bitches, (nah, it’s about the cash) |
Move quick, (move fast), the real again |
(Leave a motherfucker stranded like Gilligan) |
Kill and I kill again |
I got money on my mind, (postin' at the Palms) |
Sittin' in my room with a pad (writin' rhymes) |
(Dimes on the nickels), nickels on the dimes |
(To quarters), thousands, (to million dollar bonds) |