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作词 : Arnaud, Jackson, Johnson ... |
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(feat. Ice Cube) |
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[Daz:] |
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Yo when I spit pay attention, just play your position |
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Finna to stab you with scissors, I'm mad at the prison |
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Mad 'cause I'm sittin', mad at these casualties missin' |
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******in' bout who bad and who isn't |
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(*******t homie, we Dogg Pound Crippin') |
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Man, I just handle my business and pop Impala's |
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Keep a gang of thorough ******z cold watchin' my product |
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Still watchin' my dollars |
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I'm a D.P.G.C. street rhyme scholar |
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I got the world on my dogg collar |
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(Y'all ******z soft in the middle |
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I'm bombin' on 'em, plus y'all ain't *******t) |
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With the heart of a hundred pits founds grippin' the system |
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Gettin' they armor, launch a revolver |
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We all plan contact when we yell 'woof' |
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Scope vision, aim, fall back |
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****** what it cost, Dogg Pound need all that |
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I'll put the holes in you ******z gettin' *******t twisted |
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Dissin' individuals who be snitchin' |
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Duck down, here I come to get 'em, tell 'em |
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[Chorus: Daz (Ice Cube)] |
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Hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down |
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The ground gon' move somethin' viscous |
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So you better hold on to somethin' |
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(Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) |
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So you better hold on to somethin' |
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(Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) |
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So you better hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down |
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The ground gon' move somethin' viscous |
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So you better hold on to somethin' |
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(Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) |
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So you better hold on to somethin' |
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(Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) |
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"Sir, can you please call Animal Control |
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Your dog has gotten out again and attacked four people" |
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[Ice Cube:] |
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When I rap ******z get they straps |
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They catch the claps tryin' to ****** with a maniac |
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I'm brainiac, Ice Cube pyroclastic flow |
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You ******z know how I get down, if you don't then yo' ass a hoe |
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I dip through there, like Happy New Year with distribution |
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What's your resolution? I got the solution |
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I got **** rhymes, cut 'em into nickels and dimes |
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I got mixtapes, 6-4's and six eighths |
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I'm at the Dogg Pound tryin' to save a dogg named Daz |
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So all you suckas pass, hit the gate and got in yo' ass |
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And that *******t there is a felony, that's what they keep tellin' me |
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That's that dogg from the LBC, now we got to put him to sleep |
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S-T to the R-A-P, put it out first put him to sleep |
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Grab Daz put him up in my jeep, drove him back to that 2-1 Street |
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[Chorus: Daz (Ice Cube)] |
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Hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down |
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The ground gon' move somethin' viscous |
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So you better hold on to somethin' |
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(Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) |
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So you better hold on to somethin' |
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(Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) |
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So you better hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down |
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The ground gon' move somethin' viscous |
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So you better hold on to somethin' |
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(Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) |
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So you better hold on to somethin' |
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(Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) |
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[Daz:] |
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Takin' the strap up off my back |
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I'm actin' if I was an action-less bastard |
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When I could treat your ******' heart out |
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And keep rappin' like nothin' happened |
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This for them G's who keep the straps in they jacket |
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When I could smack him, ask him if he got a heart like me |
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Move weight, ask him if he hold the fort like me |
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Bring some more of yo' ******z, usually just be dead in the street |
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Listen up, pipe down - I'm what you call a soldier |
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Army fatigues, keepin' a pump up under my shoulder |
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I get bolder therefore I got bodies to count |
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Come up with quarters, how you talkin' with a gun in your mouth? |
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I'm for real homie, I don't ****** with too many ******z |
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But the last real ones alive keep on livin', ****** |
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Don't get it twisted, that's what come to my mind |
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So recognize when you see a G, open your eyes |
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Stay alive, keep the automatic nine when we ride |
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Watchin' my back, blowin' dro, I stay on the grind |
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I get ****, goin' broke never be on my mind |
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I keep ya smoked, Dogg Pound, Long Beach Eastside |
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Grab your arms, hater's holdin' on for his life |
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This what the lock from a thorough' blue pit feel like |
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[Chorus: Daz (Ice Cube)] |
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So hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down |
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The ground gon' move somethin' viscous |
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So you better hold on to somethin' |
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(Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) |
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So you better hold on to somethin' |
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(Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) |
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So you better hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down |
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The ground gon' move somethin' viscous |
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So you better hold on to somethin' |
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(Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) |
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So you better hold on to somethin' |
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(Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) |
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Westside!.. Eastside!.. |