| Give me a — piece of mind, a nickel, a nine
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| Somethin’to chip a nigga from ankle to spine
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| We mobbin’niggaz, if they try to bring up the past
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| Unless they talkin''bout '95 Kurupt and Daz
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| Unless they talk about '92, 3, or 4
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| We shatterin’motherfuckers like car windows
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| Did you know we was back… back in the 'Llac
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| Tossin’sacks back and forth like a quarterback jackin'
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| Bitches eat dicks like pickles
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| If I’ma go out, I’m goin’out like Brian Nickels
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| I’m sick of the games, nigga I’m sick and deranged
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| Poppin’that bullshit will get you hit with them thangs
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| I’m sick with them thangs, I ain’t got no patience left
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| Without a pistol, light niggaz like crystal meth
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| You thought niggaz was a joke 'cause of the liqour and smoke?
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| Quicker to knock niggaz, sicker than leukemia, loc
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| Push back, ride to the fullest
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| Dogg Pound tossin’bullets, ride to the fullest
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| Kurupt and Dat Nigga D-A to the motherfuckin’Z
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| I’m just too much, Snoop too much, Soopafly too much
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| Grip the heater, dump, bust
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| Bigg Nate too much, what you talkin''bout?
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| Nothin’but them riders with automatics, we shut 'em down
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| Dogg Pound
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| Who want it like never before?
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| You know the bullshit stop when we walk through the door
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| Malicious and viscous, I’m dishin’out the slugs that be spittin'
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| You know me and my nigga Young Gotti, yeah we back on a mission
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| We ridin’with somethin’fully automatic, lettin’them niggaz have it Boom-boom motherfucker, you ain’t the fuckin’baddest
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| Nobody, Daz Dillinger, my nigga Young Gotti
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| 12-gauge shotty shootin’up the party
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| Dilly illy, beat a nigga with a billy club
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| Yeah I’m gangsta nigga, I represent for the thugs
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| Cause I get sick when I lose it, check out the way I abuse it Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz, yeah that gangsta music
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| Cruisin’in the fastlane, stupid, dumb, and insane
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| Yeah them D.P.G. |
| niggaz, we back with the gang
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| Yeah, Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz is back
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| Motherfucker, so lay down flat (blaow!)
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| It’s like that, sicker where I come from
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| Dogg Pound Gangstas nigga, you don’t want none
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| Push back, ride to the fullest
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| Dogg Pound tossin’bullets, ride to the fullest
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| Kurupt and Dat Nigga D-A to the motherfuckin’Z
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| I’m just too much, Snoop too much, Soopafly too much
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| Grip the heater, dump, bust
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| Bigg Nate too much, what you talkin''bout?
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| Nothin’but them riders with automatics, we shut 'em down
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| Dogg Pound
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| Yeah!, you know the Dogg Pound is back up in this motherfucker
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| doin’what the fuck we know what we supposed to nigga
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| Blaze up the motherfuckin’weed!
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| I inhale the smoke, blow it out, nigga keep puffin'
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| Enough ain’t enough, nigga so keep on bustin'
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| What the fuck’s wrong with you niggaz, bustas
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| That’s why we don’t get along with you niggaz, motherfucker
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| I park the 'Llac by the curb, my D’s shinin'
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| Re-designin'my format, you already know that
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| Blast back, blaze a sack, tell me what you lookin’at
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| L.T. |
| dropped the beat, me and D-A-Z complete
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| We serious and furious when we on the trigger
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| Them Dogg Pound niggaz they carry nine millimeters
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| What the fuck you thought it was, we in to carmelitas
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| We never leave the house without indica and heaters
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| Cause we can’t hold back, niggaz just know that
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| Low like low jack, and Dogg Pound throwbacks
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| (Ride) — to the motherfuckin’fullest
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| Dogg Pound Gangstas ridin’and tossin’bullets
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| Push back, ride to the fullest
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| Dogg Pound tossin’bullets, ride to the fullest
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| Kurupt and Dat Nigga D-A to the motherfuckin’Z
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| I’m just too much, Snoop too much, Soopafly too much
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| Grip the heater, dump, bust
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| Bigg Nate too much, what you talkin''bout?
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| Nothin’but them riders with automatics, we shut 'em down
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| Dogg Pound |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Push Bacc , by - Tha Dogg Pound. Song from the album Tha Dogg Set, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп