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Tekst :

For all the girls you know you in the Garden Eden
This is the dumb pick, I love to fuck
To my baby girl Denim
You can t wait till we gets on to crash your body

Kurupt:
Dogg Pound Gangstaville, yeah Gangsta style
Ha, check it, I wanna fuck
To all ya bitches, I wanna fuck
Young ladies, I wanna fuck
I wanna fuck what so we gon fuck or what

Chorus(2X):
Don t wanna chat, I wanna fuck(fuck)
You wanna act, I wanna fuck(fuck)
No time for rap, just wanna fuck
You wanna fuck, let us fuck so we gon fuck or what

You never stop suckin me off
For as long as I m breakin you off
I never go soft Show you who s boss
But you got to stay wet for me to confess
That you fuck best than all the rest
See me personally murder the weed
Loving the speed, rumble the seeds
Fucking and hee, funny s runnin with me
Have you comin for me
You think you special, you lunchin, you know you just me
You hear the fuck, now stay, so fuck then leave right
Leave horny to win and porn to kill freaks and
Definitely nasty under ( ) freeze, grab me a Henney
Bow down surrender to me
(Kurupt):
You talkin me to death and I ve heard enough
I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain t sayin shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes bitch after we fuck

Chorus 2X

So now bitch, I hear you wanna fuck fuck fuck
Well, guess what, I really wanna nut nut nut
All over your face and on your butt
Back shots to the gut, see coocoo for cocoa puffs
She get crazy for cocoa nuts
Pull down one pant leg, shit is displayed
Kick over the lamp shade
Ass come equipped with an ash tray
Call me a taxi, I m nasty
Don t be nervous, check my escort service
Got the bitches jumpin like monkeys in the circus
So while I small talk and pops shit it, put a sock in it
While Royale and Dogg Pound click be spacely sprocking it
(Dogg Poung Gangstaville)
Eightball in the corner pocket shit while you watchin it
Snakeyes hit you with the proper shit, poppa-dopalis
Wild sex and me now that s monotonous
I m man floss the rocks and shit
Quick to have your baby momma coppin it(baby momma coppin it)

Might as give you well till I take you home
Make you wanna sweat and you sit and moan
Promise me baby that I can take you home
Take you to my room
Confront the freak in you
Run you through my groove
Hey, that s what you wanna do

Chorus 4X

Yo forget the chit chat, basement, that shit don t matter
I want to hit it from the back till I touch your gall bladder
I m all about sex, getting pussy that s wet
Fucking bitches in the stretch
Riding to the bank, cashing my checks
Smoking, sipping Zay and Mo Wet, bitch on the left
Telling me how freaky she get, I m on some sex shit
If you ain t with it, hit the exit, baby check it
Just get down on the floor and strip naked
You talkin me to death and I ve heard enough
I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain t sayin shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes bitch after we fuck

Chorus 4X

Kurupt:
Now bitches freeze, you fuck around, not me and my homies
I got the homies freeze, froze, muthafuckaz we don t love them hoes
I got these bad ass wanna eat a dick ass, quick ass
Fifty five cheaters, quick ass
We get ass, we get cash
And I don t give a fuck about a bitch ass muthafucka
This is how we do it over here nigga
Fuck a coast nigga, we on them hoes nigga
I guess I got to tell them what the time they were
Fuck a bitch nigga, get rich nigga

Cuz bitch you got some bomb azz pussy (you got the bomb bitch)
Cuz bitch you got some bomb azz pussy (you got the bomb bitch)
Cuz bitch you got some bomb azz pussy (you got the bomb bitch)

Let s play house, what you talkin bout
Put it in your mouth, quick to turn them out
All the way from Philly to the dirty south
You talkin me to death and I ve heard enough
I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain t sayin shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes bitch after we fuck
You talkin me to death and I ve heard enough
I want my shit licked, waxed and buffed
You ain t sayin shit till you show me your stuff
Conversation comes bitch after we fuck

Chorus to end with variations

Tekst :

Ride wit us, who ride wit us
Chorus: repeat 4X
Awww yeah! Do you wanna ride wit us
Who ride wit us
[Daz]
When the six-tray bounce, the street scrapin the bumper
wit the sound for the summer that be thumpin and hummin
Hoppin up the Shaw on a Sunday, what a fun day
Dip skip trippin and whippin down the one-way
Diggy Daz a busta ain t had enough against
rough and rough but it s never too much
Daz Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz on that ass
We clash blast suckers just like a head on crash
This ain t back in the day, you get taught and sprayed
AK front to the back cause we hard to fade
We enormous, we attackin it plus we swarmin
to Rumble in the Jungle like Ali and Foreman
We rippin it up, we be givin it up
On the daily homeboy we be givin it up
We be cuttin it up, scufflin to muffle it up
Homeboy Diggy Daz (now with Kurupt)
Chorus
[Kurupt]
Livin it up -- shakin, makin the hood turn
Boil and burn, two buckets of yearn
Flippin stickin fools for chicken, scrapin the curbs
Scrappin for the domes straight to the head Thunderbird
I m on it homey, me and my homegirl Diamond
Down with a nigga damn near before a nigga was rhymin
Daz, my closest homeboy
California lickin switches a couple toys
Retirin ? a couple jerseys
Went from the sunny state to Jersey, puffin hershey
Let off, get off, or get spin off
spit off, set off, spun off the chest
off the roof -- a hundred and seventy-eight proof of boost
Gangster Daz and Kurupt let loose
This is it, short change dip wit us
Sip wit it us, cock your heat or spit wit us
Chorus
[Daz]
I m tired of this (this) I m tired of that (Daz)
I m bout to bust, fool where s the strap
G fo flow for sho , bounce galo
Up and down stairs beats everywhere I go
Calico excursions, different diversions
Homicidal resurgance, swerve and see my homey
on the corner chippin the curb and any busta
get close enough we servin
[Kurupt]
Homey don t get nervous
Beware, Daz Kurupt fool beware
Rippin it up fool so you better beware
of my crew, dre d and blued up, get chewed up
You and your all crap crew get bruised up
I m the one you love to hate so give me mine
and pay dues and now I m livin the life of crime
Switched up, hit em up, blast or get em up
Forty-five, Tec nines blast or hit em up
Aww yeah
Chorus

Tekst :

(Chorus X2-Whitey Ford of Everlast)
Government s corrupt
Police force corrupt
Education s corrupt
It s all fucked up

(Verse 1-Kurupt)
Step two paces....
Turn and entrapped in the middle of the frontline where the action s at
Head straight to the scope, it s like hangin on the edge, of a ledge
I play my part, piece to the puzzle
Heat s with a muzzle, a YG always in trouble
Cuz of what he know, cuz of what he knew
How he grew, up and, what he grew up to
And what he gon grow up to be
It s nuttin wrong but homie don t grow up to be like me
Temptation to touch, a terrible thing
A placement in your palm an unbearable thing
The street has many wars, infiltries, many ways
Lives lost, many K s, full size and mini K s
Comin in many arrays
Many shapes, sizes, and shades
Cuz boys in blue they just might get you

(Chorus X2-Whitey Ford of Everlast)
Government s corrupt
Police force corrupt
Education s corrupt
It s all fucked up

(Verse 2-Whitey Ford of Everlast)
Now Bobby and Susy were unhappily wed
So Bobby shot Susy in the back of the head
Bobby got taken to the county jail
He put up his house and he walked on bail
Now Bobby s on the streets he s free as the breeze
He saved up his loot for his legal fees
He spent his whole bank quote on attorneys
Who got the case dropped on technicalities

(Chorus X2-Whitey Ford of Everlast)
Government s corrupt
Police force corrupt
Education s corrupt
It s all fucked up

(Verse 3-Kurupt)
Through the good and bad times, times bad and good
Missin all the things that we used to have in the hood
Things makin me happy, used to make me sad
It feels like the war of the world, fire in hand
Spread, head to head like legions of germs
Wrapped like pearls and shells make ?em wriggle like worms
We everlastin, Kurupt and Everlast
Lashin, ever ready sounds, spreadin like rashes
Life is complicated, Kurupt, Everlast, and Soopafly made it
For traded, supposedly stay shaded
They may lurk, but we lurk too
They create the war, that we fight for
There s only one life and only one way to be
God fear gotta give love to the G-O-D cuz I can see
Everythang s corrupted, I m corrupted
TV corrupted the public, niggaz yellin out ?fuck it

(Chorus X2-Whitey Ford of Everlast)
Government s corrupt
Police force corrupt
Education s corrupt
It s all fucked up

[Trigga?]
Yeah, yeh what the deal dog
[Where you from?]
BK, NYC, reppin wid the DPG
Yeah what the dealy
Yo, yo, yo, yo, LAFC
Everything else cool, the Wu-Tang is the best
Dogg Pound s the best

Verse 1:...

It s 5 o clock, I think of you
Live my life without you, I m feeling blue
I told you lies, love fades away
Oh I loved you baby but I didn t say
It s 5 o clock, a lonely night
And I just femember we were side...

El el barrio La Cachimba se ha formado la corredera
El el barrio La Cachimba se ha formado la corredera
Allá fueron los bomberos con sus campanas, sus sirenas
Allá fueron los bomberos con sus campanas, sus sirenas
Ay mamá, ¿qué pasó…
Ay mamá, qué...

Hard rain falls on a cold night
Four walls closing in
Stand and stare at the future
Outside looking in
Don t know who to turn to
Don t know what to do
Nothing ever changes
All my reds are turning blue

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