Who can fade it, two assassins up on the mic Blastin', askin' no questions, when they catch you in a gunfight Kaboom! We still mash as a team As we mash for our dreams, ? hood niggaz for green It's Dillinger, fulfillin, makin a low outta killin Pullin' scandalous ? fulfillin fantasy dreams Catch me on a Costa Rica, with an island full of weed money and bitches, on a boat for Sweden
I'm glad folks think the same way as I do Cause I stab bitches way down in the Bayou Would you make way for two mo' fo' blows, like you have hoes Stamp a nation wide through the ghetto With fore youngsters on a quarter of the map now I do
I spin mayor loot and khaki suits Wetsuits and leather boots I block niggaz twice with thighs Make you open while you blast at the parking lot
Drink a lot, made from fluid Scrump bitch, don't you hear the music My buddy, Daz Dilly and Numskull With you're petty pang petty
To all my niggaz.. and all my bitches Throw your motherfuckin hands in the air And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck then throw your motherfuckin hood up in the air
No bitch ass niggaz, no funny ass hoes Dogg Pound Gangstas drippin' in low-lows You ain't all about the homies You besta check the fault Pencils, playin niggaz in the crowd style Thinkin bout the row outta town With the heater cock bust a million rounds Dogg Pound international's breakin off fools
jumped around and kissed myself like I was James Brown Spin around and hit the splits on the ground Split your motherfuckin crown Turn this ifs into pounds niggas hittin' the ground Fuck around and get shot up Lil Cease, Mary J. B. and Jodeci For piss marking on the hotel floor
G riders, We ride, DP ride Or the mat see automatic, Shakin nigga, bankin nigga
You See me and my niggas in the club, thugged up, suited in steet clothes With weed with me and my amigo
Who did that, who shitted Who spoke on the ghetto values, I catored to the pimps, players, hustlers and bastards
Why don't you meet me over in the O, Homie the hoes will be all off on me I know y'all got a gang of bitches...
And like fabulous thangs and livin' life expensive In nights machine dippin' With a pocket full of c-notes Cruise the block with a 9 lookin' for weed-o And oh yeah, who got the gangsta shit Daz and Kurupt, Numskull, Yuk for shit bitch
known as your playa potna slain ice cream fools and (?) Rockin Hilfiger just like kadada I walk around the house of rockwilder, the O-A-K bust and throw it away hoop out the roof down in LA opps! and make a nigga spooked with a couple of screws loose sweatin, buck naked locked up in a chicken coop livin that destory all arts pull back and grab your mothafuckin heart out your chest if you tested the best like David Koresh reincarnated in the motherfuckin flesh