Lyrics:
I got my clique ready ready for hand to hand combo
Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat
Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out
Each
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
you fear me
And fear is better than respect, y'all niggaz hear me?
If I smack the shit outta this nigga
His man over here be like, "Yo what? Nigga
Rogaine - hold, mane
And even though we divide we multiply
By the division of niggas who still in it to ride
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 4: Tek ]
Around here they
screamin, "I'm so poor"
Hit records, bangin videos but I'm so poor
Yo, can I hold somethin? I'm fucked up, duke
You can tell by my jeans and my scuffed up
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
Intro:
Elephant Man: Ah just di life, unno care yuh know
Delly Ranks: Bang didilly bong bong didilly bong bong didilly
Bang bang bang bang, ah
you fear me
And fear is better than respect, y'all niggaz hear me?
If I smack the shit outta this nigga
His man over here be like, "Yo what? Nigga
muthafucka first degree keep a leash on his dick
Take notes, sit by the poor folks, I tell you 'bout my strokes
But I done been gave that up, ain't healthy
steady, as he chased a henny shot with more henny
Couple hours gone by
He boutta serve his last customer
Couldn't recognize him, said fuck it let's stack
Come then, bet man flop
None of you mugs can tek man's spot
Long way from Gipset Tally
No BRITs, no GRAMMYs, Christians, akhis
Kids, no daddies,
Yea Yeaa Yeah
Yea Yeaa Yeah
(Aye)
They want all the smoke so we gave em cancer
(Kilt dem niggas)
Codeine addict I pour Hi-Tek In my Fanta
(In my
this orange like Illinois
(Yeah)
I still remember when turbo told me
Roll up, we was in the projects
I was dippin' hi-tek (Hi-tek)
I told her I ain't
tek time
It's a problem if you try tek mine
Onto the next line
How they gonna stop this wave?
Don't get brave, you'll get blazed
Likkle short man from
Intro:
Marsha: Aight that's it!!!
Lady Saw: What's wrong???
Marsha: Im tired, sick and tired of the same thing over and over again
Lady Saw: Come
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
Intro (ep Evil)
Mario L25
Produced by
Heartboy
Release Date
November 23, 2019
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Kayn li dayr rap ou kayn li dayr les abonnés
love of music to entertain his friends by creating custom made mix tapes he sold to friends. His tapes were so well-received he was invited to DJ
love of music to entertain his friends by creating custom made mix tapes he sold to friends. His tapes were so well-received he was invited to DJ
the funkity five big business and expeditions
If I die when I ride don't leave shit to them bitches
I raise my right hand with a Tek and my left I swear
How are you blinded by his grace but still manage to find my door?
To save your life you couldn't spit like me
You can get it in British or get it in
(Intro)
Hey yo hey hey hey hey hey tell your momma to put wholes in panties
Yo no funky rollin allowed
Yo we know the rules fool
Jive turkies over
a visit
Look you right in the eyes and yell ya "we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
The fiends up all night
them birds on a separate flight
Prep em for a extra night
Cuisine hit my arteries like the tek in sprite
Tekken and the tek up on the dresser like
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