Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1 n 1 Out, artist - Tha Dogg Pound. Album song Dogg Chit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.03.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: D.P.G
Song language: English
1 n 1 Out |
DPG… |
Kidnappings, jackings and robberies, on a mission with it |
Hot pots, spots and rocks, fresh out the kitchen with it |
Homicides, shootings, Colombian neckties |
Face to face dumpin', random drive-bys |
This is what we made of, life at the bottom |
To the top of society, selection variety |
Ability, to re-shape mountains to statues |
To represent our lives, our pain inflictions |
Remembered for all times like Greeks, Egyptians |
Newports, Coronas, Indo, Henn |
Focus for the future, fuck the gimmicks |
Dogg Pound is forever like Mt. Olympus |
Tempest, teflon’ll fly from here to Memphis |
Chattanooga to Boston to the CSUN campus |
Camp out in your city in a G’d up camper |
Nigga, Gotti McGwire, Kurupt esquire |
DPG empire, pirates and vampires |
Poetry is a form of positive creation |
Poetry’s a form of rhythmatic assassination |
Words can pierce niggas, horrific and fierce, nigga, look |
1 in, 1 out |
Two hammers’ll show niggas what we about |
I ain’t got time for none of these muthafuckas |
I got kids, nigga please, muthafucka |
What you know about this muthafuckin' G shit? |
If you know about it, then you know about this |
Fuck with us, you get chipped |
Dogg Pound Gangstas, we rare indeed |
We got everything you want and need |
Fuck with us, bitch |
I’m from the Imperial family, torturing and collapsing |
AK shells, trigger pulling and capping |
Kidnapping, fuck a ransom, it’s war time |
Perhaps when you know it’s mine, I’m taking no prisoners |
The art of war, the score is mine |
My secret’s to strategize |
I give a fuck who you come, muthafucka, I analyze |
Don’t explain nothin', nothin' to talk about |
Buckle up, nigga, that’s when Diggy Daz’ll knock you out |
Small niggas, big niggas fall when they hit they jaw |
R-A-W, nigga, Daz is raw |
Can’t say no, the heat is on when the G is on and poppin' |
On top of his pedestal, that’s when the G is born |
With a strap in my lap and a blunt in my mouth |
Got the G’s in my right hand and boy I got clout |
I ain’t learned this from the Boy Scouts, I learned it in the street |
Dope dealer, pimps and gangstas, the DPG |
1 in, 1 out |
Two hammers’ll tell niggas what we about |
I ain’t got time for none of these muthafuckas |
I got kids, nigga please, muthafucka |
What you know about this muthafuckin' G shit? |
If you know about it, then you know about this |
Fuck with us, you get chipped |
Dogg Pound Gangstas, we rare indeed |
We got everything you want and need |
Fuck with us, bitch |
It ain’t hard, come after ya, capture ya |
Fire shit up like Battlestar Galactica |
Have problems with everybody, I was a headache |
Snoop gave me non-playa hatin' Kool-Aid to drink |
Now I’m cool with everybody, got my shit together |
I’m out to get it and get it, any way, however |
I’m shooting torpedoes the size of buildings |
I’m the juggernaut, muthafucka, nigga, was illin'… |
We in black leathers, black steel, black niggas that kill for less |
Than a hundred dollar bill, that’s real |
Concealed or conceal, see, the police is the crooked one |
Some the sergeant, the captain, on down to the rookie ones |
Streets is the same from the drugs and the gangs |
It’s been here for years, see, the shit won’t change |
I don’t blame nobody for my problems |
An AK, TECs and automatic revolvers |
You know that gat gon' holla holla |
1 in, 1 out |
Two hammers’ll tell niggas what we about |
I ain’t got time for none of these muthafuckas |
I got kids, nigga please, muthafucka |
What you know about this muthafuckin' G shit? |
If you know about it, then you know about this |
Fuck with us, you get chipped |
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, we rare indeed |
We got everything you want and need |
Fuck with us, bitch |
All y’all muthafuckas out there best’a recognize, analyze |
'Fore you become memorialized |