| Yeah that gangsters shit always bangin
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| Soopafly you sick for this
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| We gon' show 'em how Tha Dogg Pound gangsters bang and ride
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| Yeah… hey Shawn let’s bang this turn it up man
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| Let me talk to these niggas
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| Who you aimin at nigga, you know I got you
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| Look me up to find Nosferatu
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| You’ll never get away motherfucker we after ya
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| I drain MC’s, poetical Dracula
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| I take away your mind body soul and spirit
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| Vampiric, I mutilate with words and lyrics
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| I injure with verbs off herbs and spirits
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| I’m everywhere like germs and spirits
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| You can hear me everywhere day and night like birds and crickets
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| I got birds worth 14 tickets
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| You ain’t got no money, no riders, no squad or bitches
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| Quit bullshittin, you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
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| Rolled up on this nigga like «Nigga whattup?»
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| He said, «Your name ain’t Kurupt, nigga your name is Bankrupt»
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| First thing I did was just smirked and laughed
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| I looked over at Daz and then we whooped his ass
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| The present is the present and the past is the past
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| And to stay in the present you should learn this fast
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| Dogg Pound is forever you should learn this fast
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| 'Fore we flash in a flash, millimeters and macs, nigga
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| Just keep it gangsta — bust the thang on 'em
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| Riders push 'em, that’s what you better do nigga
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| Just keep it gangsta — cause if you don’t the millimeters’ll spark
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| And that’s the end of the talk, we just
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| Just keep it gangsta — all we know
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| Through the highs and lows, this West coast motherfucker
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| Just keep it gangsta — listen to me
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| D.P.G.C., and then go fly for the thai, just keep it gangsta
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| Just keep it gangsta nigga!
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| Glock homey grippin tight, AK on the backseat
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| Don’t ask me shit, muh’fuckers don’t like me
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| And you I don’t like you too, so
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| Dis what I’m gon' do
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| Leave your ass seasick just like the flu
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| The temperature risin, analyzin, surprisin you
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| Niggas on lockdown, feel what I’m kickin
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| Them niggas sellin that weight, yeah pluck them chickens
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| Get it like you give it, give it how you live it
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| And when I’m full of that spinach them 20 inches spinnin
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| When I revolve I click back
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| On the f’realla my nigga you don’t want that
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| I’m an Eastsider nigga but I’m West coast out
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| Pistol in my hand and a blunt in my mouth
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| What is the stat you amount nigga? |
| I’m about them G’s
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| And blastin all rats, we about that cheese (wooo~!)
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| From a G ass nigga, behind the mask behind the trigger
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| Layin 'em down, muh’fucker what you figure?
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| Now, I’m not a Dogg Pound Gangsta Crip
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| But I’m that chick from the Dogg Pound Gangsta Clique
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| And I’m that chick that’ll dog these wankstas quick
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| Big body on that Dogg Pound Gangsta shit
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| Now when I go bananas, y’all gon' need to go get the Sopranos
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| Any mob, any gang, red or blue bandanas
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| Gon' let you know I bang straight from the gate
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| See these flows fuck it up like it was a case of rape
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| Now, in or out of state I, bend 'em out of shape I
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| Wipe 'em off my slate I, clean 'em off my plate I
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| Squash these kids, eat 'em like sausages
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| Whoa; |
| where my dawgs at? |
| Here’s some Snausages
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| A treat for yo' appetite, a lyrical roughness
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| The toughest, bust this, you still
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| Fuck this shit, y’all must have forgotten
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| I still give it to you like I gave his only begotten
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| Son, spit mo' shit than a little bit huh?
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| Whatever ha, I’m so raw I’m pissy drunk
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| Punks jump up to get laid flat out
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| Cause lyrically and literally Rage stay strapped
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| It’s the big payback, so jump, if you’re feelin froggish and leap
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| But I’ma just keep doggin the beats, capiche?
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| Sweat the technique that I just freaked
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| I’m bringin raw heat, hot enough to cook raw meat |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Keep It Gangsta , by - Tha Dogg Pound. Song from the album Cali Iz Active, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп