Daz Dillinger - Gang Bangin Ass Criminal Lyrics
[daz dillinger]Yeah, daz dillingerIm gonna take you into some gangsta shitWhat yall niggas dont even know aboutAnd now you ? feels? to know about,What we call gangsta rapBut this is for the niggas who was down from day oneLove to hear, love to hear you mother*****ersI advise all you ghetto livin, struggling from day to day,Tryin to flip a figure dollar devil up inside a bag of weed,A fresh pair of khakis and take a ***** to the groovy ass niggasTo get your money man, get paidThese mother*****ers are cut off welfareHow are we go eat if we dont cheatThese (? ) ***** to me made the game out of young black niggas livesStriking us out from left to rightWith no mother*****ing one in sight***** that!!Sell your dopeGet your jack on, get your sack on,Put your rag on and get your mother*****ing thang on, niggasCause its onGod dammit its onNow what the hell you bout to go youngster[the gang (tray deee, ty cuzz, bad a$$, technique)]Go ride niggaBout to go get the homies nigga, right now[daz] oh yeah mother*****er its on[the gang]Ay come on bad a$$ lets do it nigga, its on now niggaAy ay niggaWhats up nigga (whats up)Ay niggaNigga the homie called, the big shot today nigga (word)Nigga you were ment to meet him today nigga(man I take my baby inside today man)Whats upNiggaNigga, ay, we cant realy talk right now tough nigga (alright)But uh, its going down later on 9-30 niggaThe big man hoe niggaBe there niggaYeah[bad a$$ ]whats up daz dillinger[daz] shit, bad a$$, tryin to keep it realer than real, manLeast half these punk ass....Mother*****ing niggas around here bullshittinThe big spot nigga, aint clockin no dollar.[ba] man Im trying to haveMan I aint trying to go for shit[dd] man you know my glock is hot(eastside)Verse one: [kurupt tha kingpin]Im coming through your zone late night, shitDogg pound gangsta to flame the light shitCause I hold on,Im 20 feet tallThe biggest walkin bill ***** around to get killedGet shootDont try to sneak a peak in my book(? home at hose? ) , overdose the thoughts when he lookThe forbiddenThe hittin zone that Im hittingDont play with my intelligence nigga as the heat (? slittin? )(? )So I only got two choices; loc me the blasin bombVietnamI bring the pain rains no (? )Execution style is the shells from the heat vealDown to the ground like the rest of the dummiesJust what the ***** you thinkin try to play with my moneyIts nothing but the dogg pound gangstasMashes, verbal disasters, 38 stashesVerse two: [tray deee]I arise in disguise to surprise that assWhat you thought you caught me shortI might ride to blastWith the cannaWe let the shit all up in your nutsWhen niggas droppin, they stop with the plan they plotsGot to stop for my gateWith (? ) of breakMarked niggas caught in, they try to win and get sprayedRip the gatesGo flip the page to chapter threeFirst groove, they fools cant come after meI mash to free,Styles of catastropheAsk for gA nigga best to answer meMy rip long as the beach that I representDead nigga with my stare not to step to thisVerse three: [daz dillinger]Now o yeah tray deeeI mean I see the whole plotBe on alert, niggas shotAnywhere under that nigga caughtSo drop the microphone on my ownI shown to blownAway for these mcs with the sludge of a chromeI take the fangDown on my own lyrical nameWhen the sees are changed ,When the storms and hurricanesWide strandSpittin rhymes, the beats so precise(? )Skatin on mics like iceTwice in the dayI get drunk,(? ) of plastic bagsSack in the truckBecause the rhyme as claimI shit buck like the doctorComing throughBouncin with the droptopLike gangstas chillin on the blockNah, we aint worry for shitGot escape doors like caponeWhit chick your dick on my clipForty-fives and nivesThree-eighties and automaticsSniveling, coming through for youWhen your boys with some statsI got to have eleven to thrill of the dramaEnthusing me to gets my norm with the slaughterOught to be known as daz dillingerFor the shit that I known forA dogg pound criminalVerse four: [soopafly]Now if the spots hotI hit the switch make the topdropDont stopIts soopafly with the sho shotWont stopI got ya whole shit toLook and listenI rendition the rhymes with precisionYou cant faceAmaze me a place like a saddleIts dogg pound ganstas (? ) like a shadowI never met a mother*****er who can make you stickI never met a mother*****er who can feel my cliqueYou serve, youll make the twitch like a nerveYoull try to step to my wild style seperveAdjective the verveAction pack with the wordsIll make it stopThe jaws drop and observeI sold the block for crook, daz, style and tray deeeWe be coming with the shitThat be the bomb babyAnd aint a dogg pound gangsta will knock you to the flowEither you stupid as ***** or just dont knowVerse five: [bad a$$]Now I know you, know you,Stupid as **********, bust like a sawed off punk,Double barrel on emBlack gambinos at casinosGet de niro on emIf I want emI go get emIf I gotta shot a nineTwice, thats what I rhyme likeMy clip aint emptyDo try to test the ridahNativity simplyBust, I lead inside yaFind yaFear them, frightened for your lifeWith your last fewLive with hot live from gunblastOutlaws, outcastLow life, south lastLong beach niggas blastYeah the b-side is rightThe most, the coastThe west, the bestWe damn *****esSippin, hittin switchesDippin hittin robbin niggasItchy fingers on triggersItty, bitty niggasReady for warWe kick down your doorDraw eatinLay everybody down on the floorVerse six: [technique]The same thing, different placeWith snakes, cowards and strong grownRobbery cases, niggas facesOn paperchaseIt was seen, it was writtenIt aint forbiddenFor homies to be splittinDisagree, no one was hittenKnown with the curlsThe many obstaclesImpressions to the feet from gettin servedGrowing up is roughYour nameHeres the streets it gets toughYou can (? ) and (? )Then I guess you had enoughOver (? )It aint coincidental that I be distortedAnd my manualMindsIs for seein, so I watchBodies and plotsWin the plotsCall the shots for your nutsNigga gripsThats why I (? ) my dippin progressCause why is all we tryin to defeat the progressI just aint the one mystic to hitYoung jonesy seesWho I got a mission to hitAnd constantly flips scriptsOutta wall with balls fast talkinAnd quick drawsHow the problem is solvedI want it all (I want it all)But its movin to slowIm out to blowI dont know which way to go,Was on the right pathI thoughtWithout doin a dirty word about getting caught(getting caught echoes)
