Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bacc On Tha Rise, artist - Tha Dogg Pound. Album song Lets Ryde 2Night EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.03.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dogg Pound Online
Song language: English
Bacc On Tha Rise |
Bigger than life |
Dogg pound gangstas |
Me and that nigga Daz (wassup' Daz?) |
What’s up with you man? |
We back doin' it up again man you know what I’m sayin'? |
Bitch, Snoop Dogg ride |
Super fly Nate Dogg, lets ride homie! |
Life without the Pound was turned upside down |
Had to take a look around, take two steps out |
My body just to take a look at what I’m in now (now) |
What I’ve been through (through), what I’ve been around |
We inflatable, back up on that mission where we left off |
Takin' no losses you’ll be lying in the coffin |
Flossin' the heaters, selling two-seater |
You know me and my homies stay g |
Me and my nigga Daz hit the Glock and the mass |
Cock and we blast, cocked and popped and we stashed, look (look, look, look, |
look) |
it’s brand new 2005 shit, the movement Dogg Pound gangsta |
And Daz, Kurupt, Kurupt, and Daz |
Back on the block from corners to ass |
Stay ready to smash |
The dogs are B-A-C-C, strapped shell-shocked |
From a handheld Glock, who else to get popped? |
Lay ya' flat, bitches when I from my nine-millimeter RAT-A-TAT-TAT |
Nigga serious, and I’m seriously ridin' |
is gonna take effect, pushin' and slidin' |
That boy’s sharp, floatin' like a arc in the wind |
(You know) Gangsters rise |
(You know) Dogg Pound gangsters til' the day that we die |
We make it happen, keep it crackin', money stackin', liquor packin', |
just ridin' through the streets on these |
(You know) Gangsters rise |
(You know) Dogg Pound gangsters til' the day that we die |
We make it happen, keep it crackin', money stackin', liquor packin', |
just ridin' through the streets on these |
I keep it crackin', keep it jumpin', never slippin', cuz' I’m bumpin' |
If you’re funny got the nigga yeah we might get up to somethin' |
Compete down, rolled up, stocked out, tricked up |
Dogg pound, homie, ya’ll up in the cut |
I terror the mayhem, it’s tragedy cut |
Blue mass, blue bloods, I’ma |
Nigga ride on this West Coast gangbang expedition |
Worldwide on a gangsta mission |
Daz, Kurupt, Kurupt, and Daz |
Back on the ass, first up, first to get smashed |
I got a ounce of some bomb |
Rode through Vietnam |
Got some hash in the stash |
Orange and chocolate-tied |
That 2005, orange and chocolate-tied |
That shit that put elephants to sleep on the side |
I got a caprice, me and super fly price' D-A-Z, big Snoop, Nate rage, |
and Warren G |
Takin' trips to Thailand, all sorts of islands |
Doin' movies, bitches in jacuzzis (all hood) |
(Ridin, ridin, ridin, ridin, ridin, ridin, ridin, ridin, ridin, ridin, ridin, |
ridin!) |
Dogg Pound gangsters |
(Yeah! We in the mothafuckin' house right now, now! Daz and Kurupt, |
Dogg Pound gangsters, put your mothafuckin' hands in the air!) |
Daz, Kurupt, Kurupt, and Daz |
Dogg Pound gangsters |
Dogg (record scratch) Pound (record scratch) gangsters (record scratch) |
Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound |
Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound gangsters |
Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound |
Dogg Pound homie! |
Dogg Pound gangsters |