Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everybody, artist - Tha Dogg Pound. Album song Dogg Chit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.03.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: D.P.G
Song language: English
Everybody |
| Everybody throw your guns in the air |
| And wave them motherfuckers like you just don’t care |
| (Yeah, them gangstas came through grey & blue all day |
| Just bangin' on these niggas, stayin' true all day, ya know why?) |
| Cause I’m the one that ya can’t fuck with (Fuck with) |
| I’m the one that ya can’t get with (Get with) |
| It’s the worst untouchable click (G shit) |
| You try to cross us you know we gon' trip |
| Kick in and I’m a blast, look at what we have |
| Too many bustas, not enough ass |
| I sip and then I blast… off |
| Sweep 'em all, call my doggs and we cause fog |
| Too much gun powder to see the wall |
| Hard to resist the gauge, rage it come |
| Loose — Grey Goose, Hennessy, Patr—n |
| Mama cock it, rock it, blast — we gon' beat ya ass |
| We gon' dump and ride past, me and Daz blast off |
| Bitch nigga, get bombed on and passed off |
| Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump |
| Too many niggas to trip off just one |
| Bitch ass niggas, you can act dumb |
| Act stupid if ya wanna, we gon' give ya what ya want |
| Me and all my niggas used to Thunderbird it up |
| We ain’t give a fuck now we all up in the club and |
| Everybody throw your guns in the air |
| And wave them motherfuckers like you just don’t care |
| (Yeah, them gangstas came through grey & blue all day |
| Just bangin' on these niggas, stayin' true all day, ya know why?) |
| Cause I’m the one that ya can’t fuck with (Fuck with) |
| I’m the one that ya can’t get with (Get with) |
| It’s the worst untouchable click (G shit) |
| They try to cross us you know we gon' trip |
| Gunshots rang out, where they all hang out |
| Seen 'em all spaz out, shoot up his glasshouse |
| Retaliate and shoot back, on where they hang at |
| That old school jackin' is back |
| Where everybody run up in your house with me, they packin' a strap |
| Don’t make a wrong move or else there’s one in your back |
| Or a bullet in your mouth slouched over the couch |
| Then rampack the house, get the money and bounce |
| Not givin' a fuck, yeah we hittin 'em up |
| If you say somethin' wrong be the first to get stuck |
| Fuck you, fuck him, matter fact fuck 'em all |
| Ditch the guns, split the funds, now we all on the run |
| Gangstas don’t know about the way that we hang |
| The way that we hang, the way we do our thang nigga |
| It’s D-A-Z in this bitch… |
| You know how we do, get a '6−4, hit a switch nigga |
| Everybody throw your guns in the air |
| And wave them motherfuckers like you just don’t care |
| (Yeah, them gangstas came through grey & blue all day |
| Just bangin' on these niggas, stayin' true all day, ya know why?) |
| Cause I’m the one that ya can’t fuck with (Fuck with) |
| I’m the one that ya can’t get with (Get with) |
| It’s the worst untouchable click (G shit) |
| You try to cross us you know we gon' trip |
| Ridin' in my '6−6, wheels spinnin' |
| Grill grinnin', drink spillin' |
| AK in the front (And I’m about killin') |
| Royal blue 20 inches, Dana Dane’s |
| Inside cocaine white with my hand on that thang |
| Don’t act strange, when you see me in the streets |
| Grab your heat, let off some shots, make your point discreet |
| Talk is cheap, actions speak louder than words |
| Stretch ya out on the curb, the lil' homie got nerves |
| I’m a Dogg Pound commander |
| Fuck givin' questions I give the answers |
| Chew ya ass up like cancer |
| It’s like eagles, eagles don’t fly in packs |
| But I’m a break that tradition, Soopafly in the back |
| Bitches on the counter shakin' ass for hours |
| This girl was off the meter off of weed and chowder |
| She should know better than to mix weed with powder |
| Powderhead bitch done lost her marbles |
| She gon' eat dick all night and all tomorrow |
| We got the amps on us, that keep them niggas on us |
| That keep the triggers on us, them major figures on us |
| I bust ya shit, talk too much I’ll bust ya bitch, ya know why? |
| Everybody throw your guns in the air |
| And wave them motherfuckers like you just don’t care |
| (Yeah, them gangstas came through grey & blue all day |
| Just bangin' on these niggas, stayin' true all day, ya know why?) |
| Cause I’m the one that ya can’t fuck with (Fuck with) |
| I’m the one that ya can’t get with (Get with) |
| It’s the worst untouchable click (G shit) |
| You try to cross us you know we gon' trip |
| It’s just that gangsta music |
| It’s just that gangsta music |
| It’s just that gangsta music that’s blowin' ya brain |
| It’s just that gangsta music |
| It’s just that gangsta music |
| It’s just that gangsta music that’s blowin' ya brain |