Lyrics:
[Pac]
Live in this motherfucker Thug Pound bitch
Kurupt Daz Makaveli Idi Kastro Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
FUCK y'all niggaz talkin' bout cheddar
[Ras] Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
[Can] Four swordsmen
[Ras] From the land
the bud?
Stash, slash, hazel hash
Hit me with the world dog
Keep them cuffs on your girl dog
I'm a major majority, of this party
Gangsta party, Kurupt
new
So I can't do to them what I would to do you, so
Ah, another session
Check-in session
Dogg Pound Gangstaz
I'm on top of the world
With
(uh-huh)
And see where I'm comin' from it's still Eastside 'til I die
Why ask why? As the world keeps spinnin' to the D-O-Double-G-Y
It's a crazy,
(uh-huh)
And see where I'm comin' from it's still Eastside 'til I die
Why ask why? As the world keeps spinnin' to the D-O-Double-G-Y
It's a crazy,
plucked cause
(niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)
Lil' looney motherfucker by the
Name of Kurupt growin' up crazy cause
(niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)
So
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
it
Couldn't even get mad, it wasn't expected from the baddest girl around town
I paged you early in the day, by 10:30 have it all locked down
What
Kurupt
We got it all locked down 'cause you ain't hittin no mo'
Washed up, what the fuck, you ain't hittin no mo'
The radical, dramatical assassin, my gat
buzz, lovin' me
Physically and mentally, I knew that it was never meant to be
I know you know this girl by the name of Danielle
Body of a Goddess,
Gangsta shit
USA, right?
Germany-bound
For all you suckers out there
Kurupt Young Gotti
Dogg Pound Gangstas front-liner
Kurupt Young Gotti
For
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
[Featuring Outlawz]
2Pac: Spoken
No one separates what we create
Unstoppable, untouchable
Motherfuckin world wide mob figures
Death Row
not Tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we prayed and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get
[Kurupt]
(Ooooooooh Oooooooooh, No fear)
What's up nigga, what's cracking?
Huh, nigga smoke something and shut the fuck up!
(Ooooooh Ooooooooohhh)
[Kurupt]
Over and over again
[Daz]
It seems there's no way out
Feelin' opressed, depressed and the stress
But the world is a test
Without God
motherfuckers
Now you know you're outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one
No prevention from this lynchin' of sorts
You're a victim from my
motherfuckers
Now you know you're outdone
Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one
No prevention from this lynchin' of sorts
You're a victim from my
say just what I feel
No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way
No time fo' da game, I do it my way
Kurupt, what up
I'ma drop 'til
Kurupt:
Yeah
Nobody pour out the eggnog and Hennessey
Hahaha
(Merry Christmas)
Daz:
(I wish I had love)
This goes out to all my
been living less concerned and plotting as the world turns
And I stayed in my lane yea I’m talking tunnel vision
I’ve been relaxed like a perm I’m my
the target
Meet Ras Kass & Kurupt this a holiday
Niggas better move like
Pedestrians right away
I give you the blue print to thug life
Like I’m reciting Pac
muthafuckin' cops ain't smart enough to
Do it like that baby we Outlawz
Kurupt drop the beat we drop the sheeit
Now the world's fiends you know what I mean
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