Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get out of My Way, 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
Get out of My Way |
| Hello, hello, hello |
| Daz and Kurupt, Tha Dogg Pound, trick… |
| We open, nigga, trip and we smokin' niggas |
| Slappin' and soakin' niggas, Lee Iacoca, nigga |
| All for the coca, nigga, servin' and swervin' |
| Purgin', and Daz start choking niggas all outside of Kroger, nigga |
| Cock it and roast a nigga |
| I’m outside of the club waiting 'til it’s all over |
| Figures |
| Is flying all over the water, all over the water |
| And both the triggers is ready for squeezin' |
| Nigga, kick that cheese in, bodies all spread out |
| Laid down all over the ground, nobody’s leaving |
| Breathing, showin' niggas what I believe in |
| Get the fuck out my face unless you talking 'bout bread, nigga |
| Get what I said, yeah, move or get beat the fuck up |
| Get out my way, what you gon' do? |
| I’ma bomb on your homie, I’ma bomb on you |
| Get out my way, what the fuck you gon' do? |
| I’ma smash on this undercover busta nigga too |
| Get out my way, what you gon' do? |
| I got five in the chamber, nigga, ready to shoot through |
| Get out my way, what you gon' do? |
| (What?) |
| What you gon' do? |
| (What?) |
| What you gon' do? |
| It’s getting crowded in this bitch, I need some elbow room |
| Elbow 'em, make 'em land on their tailbone |
| Use my muscle, tune haters out, use my hustle |
| Instructed to listen, watch y’all, do my puzzle |
| Piece it to the stool, bomb leaves, got a couple |
| Heaters, and I use my tool not tuck 'em |
| Reach 'em only when it’s necessary |
| Cherry poppin' your woman in the Chevy, aw fuck it |
| Forget y’all bustas like to cuff 'em, keep 'em, I’m a pimp |
| I don’t love 'em, I teach 'em to make room (haters what you gon' do?) |
| Can’t move, duct taped, strapped down |
| Screaming my people coming with them gats out, screaming out… |
| Get out my way, what you gon' do? |
| I’ma bomb on your homie, I’ma bomb on you |
| Get out my way, what the fuck you gon' do? |
| I’ma smash on this undercover busta nigga too |
| Get out my way, what you gon' do? |
| I got five in the chamber, nigga, ready to shoot through |
| Get out my way, what you gon' do? |
| (What?) |
| What you gon' do? |
| (What?) |
| What you gon' do? |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Move muh’fucka, give me some space |
| Before I punch ya ass in the muthafuckin' face |
| Bitch ass nigga, mark ass nigga |
| I got these hollow tips in your hood, names all on it |
| Rollin' on chrome, follow niggas home |
| Hennessy, Patron, dookie brown Brougham |
| Body to body chippin', Dogg Pound Crippin' |
| Roll, ride and tippin', side to side and clippin' |
| Yes, you run, nigga, better vacate |
| Space right here, hater-free, hate me |
| From a far distance, y’all niggas are ridiculous |
| Thinking y’all can stick with the same thing, yeah, we taking, yeah |
| Plus I keep the ganja leaf up in the air, player |
| I ain’t playin', wit’cha, I don’t care, nigga, anywhere |
| Plus, inconsistent, bust up at a distance |
| Nigga, this is for my thug niggas… |
| Come on… |
| Get out my way, what you gon' do? |
| I’ma bomb on your homie, I’ma bomb on you |
| Get out my way, what the fuck you gon' do? |
| I’ma smash on this undercover busta nigga too |
| Get out my way, what you gon' do? |
| I got five in the chamber, nigga, ready to shoot through |
| Get out my way, what you gon' do? |
| (What?) |
| What you gon' do? |
| (What?) |
| What you gon' do? |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey… |