| Yeah, this goes out to all them gangstas out there
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| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| Keepin' it goin' everyday all day
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| And it just don’t stop (Once again)
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| Dogg Pound, K-U-R-U-P-T… D-A to the Z
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| Soopa-doopa on the beat…
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| First thing I do is blaze up a sack
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| Hit up my nigga Daz like what’s todays plans?
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| Rollin', ridin', or crackin' a bitch
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| Hittin' switches in the toys, on perk with the twist
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| We in a drop-top, platinum 23, sky blue
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| And got what we got from bein' real and bein' true
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| And no clue — they never imagined
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| How the two come back, with Kurupt with a mag'
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| Daz with the .45 caliber, refuse to lose
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| Me and my nigga Daz been over the moon and back down
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| Been on opposite sides and still roam
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| I missed my nigga, damn it feels good be home
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| It’s reality check
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| Live in your face with a semi artillery tec
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| Dumpin' til' the whole clip’s empty
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| I’m sippin', Daz and Kurupt in a rental
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| Life is the key of the situation homie
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| Cause it’s drastic and mental, cuz
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| Everybody could (see)
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| We throwin' up the © Can't nobody (see)
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| Drinkin' Henne (ssy)
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| Cause they all wanna (see)
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| From here to over the (sea)
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| We got a D.P. |
| picnic poppin', it ain’t stoppin'
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| Music knockin', scores of fours hoppin'
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| Now everybody wave your hands from side to side
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| And everybody get your pistols if you’re ready to ride
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| That’s our terminology
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| Fuck it cause it gotta be, broken off properly
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| The new and improved Dogg Pound Gangsta crew
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| Lace your Chucks homies cause you’re catchin' the blues — onsite
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| You know my crew love to fight, like a 747 take flight
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| See it’s a cold night, full moon
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| You know we creepin' round your neighborhood, nigga BOOM-BOOM
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| We been through ups, downs, rights, wrongs
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| Right, left, two step
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| Rider music, let’s ride
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| Push on, hood slide
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| I get to thinkin' I guess when I get to drinkin'
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| I do too much — but my homies love me anyway
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| Back to back, we down to let the semi spray
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| Chubby Lil' Daz and Trent growin' up with Corday
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| Nickels and nines
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| Hesitation could make a nigga lose his life
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| These women can make a nigga lose his mind
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| All we got is each other, health and time
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| See «I Ain’t Mad At Cha» homie like the homie Makaveli
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| It’s Kurupt Young Gotti, Dat Nigga Daz Dilly
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| The arsonal is active, flip you up backwards
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| To killers to gangstas, from criminal jackers
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| Rider redemption, firin' plastic… nothin' but classics
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| Bumpin' out my motherfuckin' speaker box
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| Me and Daz, an outcast, heaters cocked
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| See we some young niggas growin' in the life of crime
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| We crack a nigga from his ankle, chest plate and spine
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| Them Dogg Pound Gangstas, we one of a kind
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| And yo Gotti, would you kick it for me one more time? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thrown Up Da C , by - Tha Dogg Pound. Song from the album Cali Iz Active, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп