[Kurupt]
Yeah, where the Hennessey at?
Where the muthafuckin Hennessey?
We havin a gangsta party.. or what?
Kurupt Young Gotti
Yeah nigga

Why should niggas be movin through?
Doing everything the fuck that we want to
Dropped and drowned, popped around
Everybody in this muthafucka drop down
Reign through guest
Cocked and popped muthafuckas
Locked and mopped muthafuckas
What the fuck? Watch me strut
Tiny than a muthafucka cocky ass fuck

[Hook]
Lost in the sauce, possible nuts
Young Gotti Kurupt, muthafucka, Now Wut?
I hit the crowd up throwin Dogg Pound up (Dogg Pound!)
Kurupt Young Gotti, muthafucka, Now Wut?

Dipped in a Cut, picture this much
Now I'm show niggas how to keep they weight up
Calicos sprayed, lead with the led
Heat to the head cus he speak to the Feds
Nigga, what chou though this was a muthafuckin game?
Cus you didn't know about my muthafuckin gang?

I hit the crowd up throwin Dogg Pound up
Kurupt Young Gotti, muthafucka, Now Wut?
Ya lost in the sauce, I'm dippin in the Cut
Young Gotti Kurupt, muthafucka, Now Wut?
I hit the crowd up throwin Dogg Pound up
Kurupt Young Gotti, muthafucka, Now Wut?
Ya lost in the sauce, my calicos' tough
Young Gotti Kurupt, muthafucka, Now Wut?
I hit the crowd up throwin Dogg Pound up
Kurupt Young Gotti, muthafucka, Now Wut?

[Roscoe]
Step up, get cha mouth bust, Now Wut?
Bustin and getting outbust, Now Wut?
Lets truck, get the pow tuck, Now Wut?
Lets get fucked up, trust, Now Wut?
Kurupt.. 

[Kurupt]
In this muthafucka though you knew
It's so many things that I'm gon' do
Express through cuss words then control
Shit, Goddamn, muthafucka, asshole
Time's changed, life is strange
Derange, crazy, crazy deranged
This is just the game
Courts like arsonist, infernos in flames
That's what the fuck you get trynna fuck with my gang
It aint a thang, to come through and show you how to bang
To the bang, bang, boggie ya don't stop
I got a glock to pop off the top off top the top the top
I got sixteen shots
16 niggas equal 16 glocks
Nigga what you thought, this was a muthafuckin game?
Cus, you didn't know about my muthafuckin gang?

Lost in the sauce, I'm dippin in the Cut
Young Gotti Kurupt, muthafucka, Now Wut
I hit the crowd up throwin Dogg Pound up (Dogg Pound!)
Kurupt Young Gotti, muthafucka, Now Wut?
Ya lost in the sauce, my calico's tough
Young Gotti Kurupt, muthafucka, Now Wut?
I hit the crowd up throwin Dogg Pound up
Kurupt Young Gotti, muthafucka, Now Wut?

Young Gotti, muthafucka, Now Wut?
That's Kurupt, muthafucka, Now Wut?
DPG, muthafucka, Now Wut?
Our pistold up, muthafucka, Now Wut?
Young Gotti, muthafucka, Now Wut?
That's Kurupt, muthafucka, Now Wut?
DPG, muthafucka, Now Wut?
Our pistold up, muthafucka, Now Wut?

[Kurupt]
Smash
Gangsta shit, gangsta shit
Yeah y'all wont respect that gangsta shit, nigga
California's Finest under the sun
Yeah, who want see me on the 101, bustas?
Shut up punk

[Hook]
Who's that makin that Gansta Noize? (That's Kurupt)
Dippin through just not giving a fuck, bitch (That's Kurupt)
Gangsta's in this muthafucka givin it up (That's Kurupt)

[Kurupt]
Bitch Nigga, touch me, nigga, and I touch you back
Rush me nigga and I'll pop off this
And push you back, chest hit back
Shells up and the West hit back
So bitch nigga just get back
Bitch boy just don't know how to act
I'ma have to clap like an applause and make him sit back
Cus bitch boy just wont get back
Focus like scanners, file load to memo randoms
I'ma leave ya numb, peel like bananas

[Hook]

[Kurupt]
Deal me in and I'll deal you out
Liable to put something in your mouth
Make my day and I'll make ya year
Just when you appear
You make a U-turn, and then disappear
I guess it's clear
No bitch ass bitch made muthafuckas allowed in here
Give me a pistol I'll give you a cannon
Put it to your face and then start rammin
I heard gangsta rap music, they're gonna start bannin
I'm planning, to make gangsta rap music in Canada
To shift the parameter
Quake the equator, Young Gotti muthafucka
Eminent danger, bitch nigga

[Hook]

[Tri]
My super duper, coupe maneuver
Some think I'm too cute to shoot the Rugger

[Roscoe] 
Now how many hoes want nut all over they face? (Face)
Throw your hands all over the place
How many niggas all over they case?
Throw your hands all over the place
Now how many hoes want nut all over they face? (Face)
Throw your hands all over the place
How many niggas all over they case?
Throw your hands all over the place

[Hook]

[Kurupt]
I can't smoke no more weed in the red form
I need to concentrate in the pill form
Call the homies, start off the swarm
Show ‘em it's on
First one to bomb, Southern Vietnam
California Cong
Studied game like the Muslims studied a Koran
Back On The Smash, Kurupt and Daz
Two to the spleen, Kurupt and Mike Dean
The hoes gotta go, Kurupt and Roscoe
Blastin Roscoe into Young Assassins
The methods of a ridaz, Snoop and Tha Eastidaz
Two to the head, yeah, what up Fred?
With so many hoes givin all the head
Can't you see Nate and Warren G?
These the muthafuckas that be rollin with me
We control whole, patrol the streets, nigga
Inquiries of vocabulary you need
But we ignore bitches when they tryin to speak
Talking ‘bout.. 

[Hook] 2x

[Kurupt]
Yeah nigga... Westcoast
Westcoastin', floatin', oh so floatin'
Nigga!... G'z... Young Gotti

I'm like... fuck a bitch and fuck you too
It's so many different things that i'm gon' do
Switches all fucked up
Livin' in the '80's jackin' niggas for Nissan trucks
A quarter piece to flip
It's me and Daz and two bitches
I never gave a fuck, nigga Daz and Kurupt
They say this ain't the way to get rich!
I might as well get me a bitch!
I don't get it, I take it
Put a glitch in the Matrix
Flip some bricks to strip ya bitch naked
'Cause I just don't care, live from "G" square
Wit a vest and a cup to put in the air
Nigga... fuck a bitch and fuck you too
What a punk mothafucka like you gon' do?
... I holla'd at Dr. Dre, hit up Bigg Snoop
Wit the candy cut-cut perfectly on fued
It's on one, nah he said it's on two
On fifteen shells, ducked and detailed, de-railed
All you to want do
Do what the fuck you want to do too
Get what ya got to get to get through
Light what ya wanna light to light fire
Big arsonist blew to white fire
Blast through ya home or blast to hit doors
Crap like the crap table, Kane and Abel
I'm signed-out Sinatra, galactic Gallahgar
Metal physical, sixteen Calibur metallica
'Sane asylum shanker, big and little banker
Punk mothafucka, mothafuck, mothafucka, yeah nigga 
We can go heads nigga
You bitches be hatin' nigga, heard what I said nigga
Lend me some bread nigga, keep ya chest bust like lead niggas
The fed nigga, Daz and Fred nigga
Kurupt Young Gotti, baby face Capone
We on Niastra, nigga on the microphone
Never never have I ever gave a fuck
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Fred, Kurupt
And we do what the fuck we want to do too
Get what we got to get to get through
And we blast what we got blast to get ours
Life of a gangsta in a world of stars
Light what ya wanna light to light fire
Big arsonist blew to white fire
Do what the fuck you want to do too
Get what ya got to get to get through, through, through
Just do it... don't stop

[Nate Dogg]
All my niggas on the Northside, getcha money right away
All my niggas on the Southside, let 'em know that you don't play
And say them niggas on the Eastside, ain't some niggas you contest
Unless you stuck up in a time-warp, you all ready know about the West
They say them niggas on the Northside, keep tabs on they skrill
All my niggas on the Southside, try to make anotha mil'
All my niggas on the Eastside, make million dollar bills
All my niggas on the Westside, been doin' this fo' years
Throw ya mothafuckin' hands up somebody
Throw ya mothafuckin' hood up somebody
What dem niggas do, they ride
What dem niggas do, they ride, ride
Throw ya mothafuckin' hands up somebody
Throw ya mothafuckin' hood up somebody
What dem niggas do, they ride
What dem niggas do, they ride, ride

[Kurupt]
Mac, Young Gotti, fuck the world nigga
Daz Dillinger, Fredwreck, Dogg Pound, L.A. life
Fucka on Beach world, 30 enemies cuz!
They tryna murder you, you know who I'm talkin' to nigga!
2000, screech it on 'em, riders, the real riders
Dogg Pound Gangsta riders, hoodsies 

[Verse 1: Soopafly]
Eh yo, if rappin' was a bitch you'd have no pussy
Maybe tongue kissin', but still no pussy
Lookin' at me dumb I'll slap you so dizzy
Suppa so busy cockin' the 4 fizzy
Mad cause I'm too fly, and I pumped your ho, 
crushed your flow you got jealous club me for,
I sensed the hate, I used my optical
You was too close around when I pocket doe
First came the wishin', then came the bitchin'
Wanna know the secrets comin' from the kitchen
I was fine dinin', you was eatin' chicken
I'll bust a bad ho, nigger take your pickin'
Like a slut callin' bitches on my cell phone
But my bitches, try to take my fly bitches
I ain't just trippin', I can't trust niggas who ain't us
Bringin' niggas who can't bust
I'm A+ wid it, I'm anxious to crush ya
Half tustla mixed with you just a busta
Bitch ass niggas get me rich fast quicka
Now don't tricka this Supa ass kicka

[Chorus]
Why do you hate on me
Cause I don't be trippin' off you
My image is stuck on "G"
Try to fuck with me this year..."Get the 'beep' outta here!"
I'm so up on my shit
These bitches ain't gettin' my grip
So I still remain a "G"
But why do you hate on me

[Verse 2: Damani]
How you gone hate on me
And I'm that nigga who ride beats smoother than Ron Isley
Talkin' bout fuck Damani but steady eyein' me
Steady tryin' to see how good sex with me could be
"Why won't you let me fuck?"
And I'm the best thing goin', and you the best thing hoin'
Plus we got you on tape givin' head in slow motion
Undercover ho's be real soft spoken
"Why would you slash my tire?"
And I got stock in Goodyear, bitch I'm all good year
Tryin' to fuck up my clutch so I'm forced to change gears
Darkskin, go-tee with no beard
I change ho's like I change clothes
Young devil in the city o' angels
Keep it ghetto like cups with staples
Live from L.A. gettin' head from Rachel. Now...

(Chorus)

[Verse 3: Kurupt]
Why do bitches blow dicks?
I don't know that but I can tell you dis, you simple trick
"Now you get it all you want."
We roll joints we don't fuck with blunts, fuck a blunt now
"Some niggas is worse than ho's"
Holdin' somethin' in your chest let it go
I'll make a bitch blow balls like a ball and sing that song(echoes)...but naked
Most o' y'all niggas be break and hatin' records
Why you hatin' Snoopy, you hate Nate and hate me
Why you hatin' stupid and hatin' Warren G
Why you hatin' Rasco, why you hate Damani
Cause he wanna fuck Armani and don't wear Armani
Hatin' Gondee and hatin' Tray Deee
Tray Dee is like fuck'em if they hatin the "G"
Fuck y'all

(Chorus)

[Daz]
It's been a long time since you've heard from us
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt
And now we back wit a little rhyme
We can't stop, can't quit, 'cause we on da grind 
  
[Daz] (Kurupt)
Yo! (Gangstafied back on the block)
Straight up
D-A-Z, K-U-R-U-P-T
Doin' it like usual, you know what I'm sayin'?
You can't stop 
You can't rewind the time
You can't think about the past
So look forward to life 
And keep on the missionin' on the grind fo' yours
  
[Hook - 2x: Daz]
We can't stop, can't rewind the time
Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes
On everything homeboy that I'm down for mine
Until we get we it be out here on de grind
  
[Daz]
I wake up with the birds, early as fuck
Stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucks
Lil' bitches around the way they know what's up
They wanna bust, wanna try to smoke a nigga weed up
It aint shit to flip a double up
And I love when I'm comin' up
I got thangs for these suckas when they runnin' up
Tellin' all yall fools yall aint one of us... nigga
  
[Kurupt] (Daz)
Get a glimpse of a fact - plus that, Blaze
Move into the hood with all the O.G's
That help me get paid homie, we a unit
Doin it how a gangsta do it 
Run through it
And stampede the block like bitch
Your on the wrong side to be servin your shit (yeah)
Jack nigga, Daz and Kurupt the Kingpin
Back on the smash with heaters to reclaim the ass
  
[Hook - 2x]
  
[Kurupt] (Daz)
Yeah nigga, half a day gone by
Ganstafied, givin' it just livin' my life
It's hard to survive
Without grabbin' my 9, and pump 5-50-5
45, Milli Mack eleven
Gunshots non stop to funk pop
Then pop baby glocks (Homie you ridin or not?)
Me and the homies are the first to bust
And y'all cowards dyin' tryna be like us
Gangsta
  
[Daz] (Kurupt)
With three mouths to feed, it's the life I lead
I guess I'd die in the life of greed
Mothafuckas 'round here die to bleed
For set, joints nigga or half a key
I remember when I came up 
Niggas ranged up, some Crip'd up 
Some niggas flamed up
Crossed your name out, stragg'd my name up (Quick to thow the gang up) 
What up?! (Yeah!)
I guess I'm blessed with the gift of rap
Or I'll bless you with the gift of crap
Like that, White and Black, Mexican and Jap
Homeboy do anything fo' a scrap
  
[Kurupt]
Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa
DPGC fuck y'all niggas
Deep inside we feel like fuck y'all hood
Hell nah bitch nigga it ain't all to the good

[Hook - 3x]
  
[Kurupt - Over the 3rd Hook]
Yeah that's what's wrong with y'all niggas
Yeah homie, you gotta get ya hustle on
Don't let these bitch niggas move you of the block
The gangstas is here fo'eva, 
Yeah, huh, huh, yeah
Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt the Kingpin
Daz Dillinger, Kurupt Young Gotti
Huh, '99 millenium 2000 
Like fuck a bitch!
Put it on the catalogs homie
Classics

[INTRO: AD LIBS]
Yeah, I saw you up in the club, uh huh
You think you was bad cause you had a Jag

[CHORUS]
It's over, it's over now,
Move over, it's my turn now,
It's over, the game's shut down,
Sorry. 

It's over, it's over now,
Move over, it's my turn now,
It's over, the game's shut down,
Sorry.

[VERSE 1 - KURUPT]
I went from canopies to boards, fans to no repoirs (I'm sorry) 
You ain't got the Bentley with four doors
K-u-r-u-p-t, any, you just bring my bottle of Remy
Recognize a real hit when you hear one
Postin' up at the Playboy Mansion
I stomp like gortex, poetical vortex
Bouncin to Jigga in California

CHORUS 2X

[VERSE 2 - NATINA]
It's the N-a-t-i, n- a you know the rest
Silly how frequently they contest
I done toured across the seas and been across the world
I done it for all y'all, my cats and my dogs
It's over, 'cause I'm bad to the bone
Leave a real diva to her own, alone
I drive in Jaguars, so many different cars
Life as a pop star, shouldn't be this hard come on

CHORUS 2X

[VERSE 3 - KURUPT]
Suckas
This is how life should be, my girl and my peeps
Don't make me remind you I stays VIP
Move over for all my dime piece
All of my G's hustlers and pimps
With shiny wrists, making money
cause my turn to shine and my turn to floss
Like you play the game I stomps the Billboard
One thing's for sure, G's hit the door
Tone and Poke know Natina does not play
when she get on the mic she say what she gotta say
Dr. Dre and Snoop know Kurupt is ill
From East coast to West the unforgettable skills
Bust from head to head, sippin' on Remy Red
Running from club to club, nickels and dimes and dubs
Ready to rock spots, fours and drop tops
Kurupt and gangster rap Natina be running pop

CHORUS 4X  (AD LIBS ARE CLEAN)

[Kurupt]
The reason that I'm here, I'ma drop 'til it's clear
Let all... G'z to front, middle and rear
Switches couldn't swith
Like these switches a day
Just to sit and sippin' and dippin' all over the ways
That they ears and chairs, dis on this years
Cokes drippin' off juice and gins
As a matter of fact, takes math-ical fact
And you can't de-grate, y'all get played like a sax
Trumpet to trombone... 
Too shotty Young Gotti, millennium bone
If she raggedly, I'm sendin' 'em home
Puttin' 10 in the chrome, lettin' all killin' it's on
It don't quit, it don't stop, let the beat knock
Pull up at the spot, in a drop top
Gettin' what I got, I just

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs...
Don't give a damn on the real, I 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

[DJ Quik]
Kurupt, what up

[Kurupt]
I'ma drop 'til it's clear
And these re-beams and pumps is Vietnam time
Tossin' c-notes, the "Magnificent Magneto"
Dippin' through, comin' like ay!
Don't expect nothin' less, these gleam on the tray
All night and all day, it's the best in a 2001 S-S
It's the prince of the West
I ain't tryna do much, tryna do too much
I ain't even really trippin'
It's just me, Snoopy and Quik and
Someone like you wit the biggest mouth to put a dick in
Most of y'all malfunction like faulty equipment
Shifted, drifted, different, up lifted
Kurupt Young Gotti, just call me fall beaty
With the skirts from Tahiti
Workin' at the mall, with young Roscoe
You fool in high school, I just tuck my roscoe
Dump fossils, colossal, I

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy] (Kurupt)
Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs... 
(Just don't stop)
Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel... 
(Bounce them switches)
Don't matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way... 
('Cause I'ma bust all day)
No time fo' da game, I do it my way... (Yeah)

[DJ Quik]
Yes
1, 2, fuck wit my crew
And we won't stop poppin' 'til ya body turn blue
3, 4, look at that whore with the fat ass, but without the cash, hit the door
The reason that I'm here... Kurupt done bought the beer
I'ma lush, lookin' fo' the cush, lookin' fo' the bush to push and mush
Back, I'll hump the ho if she ain't been needin' a Dusch bag
No, must've been the Gucci, wit hair that's pushed back
In a bun lookin' fun
Gettin' silly, wit my celly from Billy 
Brought to you by way or two buns
We smugglin' in and out of the place, our two guns
Notice, see the Q-U-I, Dogg Pound collabo', yup
We stab hoes in the bladder actin' bad wit the mad hoes
Get out! yeah! look here!
We started this pussy shit, no shit
And these the mothafuckin' hoes we get, c'mon

[Chorus - 2x: Butch Cassidy]
Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs...
Don't give a damn on the real, I say just what I feel...
Don't matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way...
No time fo' da game, I do it my way

[Intro to On, Onsite: Xzibit]
Aight y'all this a mothafuckin' public service announcement
From Mr. X to tha mothafuckin' Z Xzibit
My homeboy Kurupt, to all you half ass mothafuckas comin' around
Pussy ass niggas! tryin' to see what's up wit my homboy
And see what's up wit me, nigga is he this, is he that
Nigga I'm a mothafuckin' killa and it's like this nigga
If I had a doller fo' every time you bitch ass niggas
Came around and didn't do shit, I'll be a billionaire right now
Put up or shut up mothafuckas, it's like this, it's on, onsite

[*Xzibit scrieking*]

(Intro-Kurupt)
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Young Gotti, nigga
West Coast California livin nigga

(Verse 1-Kurupt)
Milli monotone, cyclone Stallone
Marone chaperone shiny chrome Capone
Smashin in a 80 two brand new grown
Home sweet home nigga where the hoodstas roam
In gangstaville where we shoot to kill
Pop the pill, pop then drop the three-wheel
The tale of tales, fly high as a gazelle
The hell-hound came through and drown the whale
Pronounce, denounce, stripped in set sail
Soak in a could of smoke then inhale
Hold it in neva exhale
Smoke whoever nigga's zone I'm in, oh well
Fuck you and ya mama
Drama, holocaust through anaconda

(Chorus 1-Kurupt)
Nigga, I'm blastin on you, you
Your homeboy your whole hood
Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz
On, onsite, let off on sight
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz

(Chorus 2-Lil 1/2 Dead)
Niggaz act like they gon' get wit me when they see me onsite
But I don't give a shit you bitch cuz I'm a gangsta for life

(Verse 2-Kurupt)
It's time to prepare, lil' nigga listen here
Get pairs like ten spears, your shit is his
Fist, five and five, and multitudes
Comin through bangin the five
Shit hit ligaments construct when we ride
I'm tired of all y'all rap is sawed off
Let off a belly, the Desert Eagle start yellin
Screamin, the path of a demon bellin
My all blue chucks all goin out right
Dippin through the back cuz it's on onsite
The first nigga saw is the first nigga gone
Smashed on, genked and shanked and blast on him
If the bitches strip, we out six, foe's
Like e'erday, Californ-I-A
I can't explain it, the immaculate can't be painted
Double-four's dump it on my lap for comfort

(Chorus 1-Kurupt)
For you, you
Your homeboy your whole hood
Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz
On, onsite, let off on sight
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz

(Chorus 2-Lil 1/2 Dead)
Niggaz act like they gon' get wit me when they see me onsite
But I don't give a shit you bitch cuz I'm a gangsta for life

(Verse 3-Kurupt)
Prepare to storm, when the storm rain fire and brimstone
Spread throughout the plains like a plague
Back to the G's and fools
With the heater cocked, drownin niggaz in they own pool
Hit 'em hard like weights
Make a nigga feel it like pains and aches
Pump ya sip full and make ya spray and shake
I'ma git ya hit ya nigga makes no mistakes
I'ma crack the plate
I ride like dirt bikes, poetical ninja
I injure, pop mics forty-fifth recite
The sytem's assistance to get up in this
Dogg Pound, California you can't fuck with this
Kurupt Young Gotti, Fred, Daz Dillinger
Two shots just a killa to the head

(Chorus 1-Kurupt)
Fuck you, you
Your homeboy your whole hood
Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz
On, onsite, let off on sight
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz

Fuck ya'll-you, you
Your homeboy your whole hood
Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz
On, onsite, let off on sight
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz

Fuck all you, you
Your homeboy your whole hood
Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz
On, onsite, let off on sight
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz

Fuck ya'll-you, you
Your homeboy your whole hood
Fuck ya'll punk bitch made niggaz
On, onsite, let off on sight
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya'll niggaz

(Chorus 2-Lil 1/2 Dead)
Niggaz act like they gon' get wit me when they see me onsite
But I don't give a shit you bitch cuz I'm a gangsta for life

[Radio skit in begining]

[Chorus]
Bouncing with my cutie pie
While everyone staring at ya shining so fine
The summertime heat got ya feeling so right
When she comes out like sunshine
In summertime
When she comes out like sunshine

[Kurupt]
Yeah, you ever popped in a spot and ya jaw just dropped
In an 8 second spread she's all in ya head
Your about to touch the ground and damn near beg
Cause she's the one, like Lisa Left Eye Lopez
Get trapped up, I'm a post up
Get yacked up, and then act up
Like what up girl?, ya done done it again
I'm trapped again, I want it again
Pretty short cuts or, hair to the middle of ya back
Looking just like that
I like short shorts and the tight jeans
and the summer dresses and the small feet, all petite
See that's what little bomb mamas is made of
But most of y'all suckas like cluckas that's made up
Treat her, however ya run into or meat her
I hope she got a head on her shoulders like miss Cita

[Chorus]
Bouncing with my cutie pie
While everyone staring at ya shining so fine
The summertime heat got ya feeling so right
When she comes out like sunshine
In summertime
When she comes out like sunshine

[Jon B *singing]
Oooh girl, shock 'em now
Looking down, can stare you down, all around
The eyes won't stop looking at my baby (Yeah they looking at my little thang)
I'm flattered but baby
Better let 'em know (Tell 'em who's it is)
Oooh girl cuz you are mine
You are mine you are mine you are mine
I'm so glad I've seen a girl like you
Who be down
I hope I can return, return  to you
The pleasure you give me baby boo
Oooh when we do do do the things we do

[Chorus]
Bouncing with my cutie pie
While everyone staring at ya shining so fine
The summertime heat got ya feeling so right
When she comes out like sunshine
In summertime
When she comes out like sunshine

[Kurupt]
What you looking so cute for?
I'm fresh off the up in smoke, dr. dre and snoop tour
Bomb in your short skirt, girl make that skirt work
What you want a G like, need a G in your life
Every wonder what a GCG is like
Ever wonder what being with a DP is like
One night, I like 'em just like you
Me and Jon B, in Venace by the beach
Try to see what we can see
I got a (?) a new Bonaville
I got a house on the hill, where me and you could chill
See the party starts at 8, but you don't come 'till 10
Cuz ain't nothing cracking, and that's when it begins
I like Carona's by the car load, Henn' by the cases
Save the Coca-Cola I don't get down with the chasers
It's a secret location, I don't want no skirts popping up trying to chase us
Mad 'cause y'all switched places

[Chorus]
Bouncing with my cutie pie
While everyone staring at ya shining so fine
The summertime heat got ya feeling so right
When she comes out like sunshine
In summertime
When she comes out like sunshine

[Jon B singing at end]

(Intro-MC Ren)
Yo Fredwreck turn this motha fucker up man
So it can fuck with my eardrums a lil' bit

(Verse 1-Nate Dogg)
Some try to repeat my flow
Others neva try cuz they know
I told ya that the game don't wait
I'm so tight that I can wait for the game
Just about as tight can be
That's why you never see ‘em fuckin with me
Get ya chance to bow out gracefully
You standin face to face with defeat

(Chorus-Nate Dogg)
If you feel me say Nate (Nate!)
He be, the tightest mutha fucka in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here
Some things never change
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here

(Verse 2-MC Ren)
Bring yo bitch ass in, close the door
Now you wanna run and fetch me a ho
Motha fucka tell yo mama tip-toe
When she pass my door
Kurupt, got this bitch about to toss this ho
And when we makin the nigga shit
Always makin the killin
I be hearin you bitches, there go the villain
Mad cuz your revenue stopped from drug dealin
Mad at me cuz I'm makin shit them thug's feelin
Hold my dick nigga spit that verse
The hardest mutha fucka nigga love to curse
It get worse, once the vill' start to smoke
And this legendary dick start to soak in your throat
My nigga Young Gotti ‘bout to pull your coat
Who are you bitch, you mutha fuckaz never exist  

(Chorus-Nate Dogg)
If you feel me say Nate (Nate!)
He be, the tightest mutha fucka in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here
Some things never change
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here

(Verse 3-Xzibit)
So what you know about this West Coast monopoly 
Enough animosity, to tear down democracy
Anarchy, you wanna analyze and copy me
But mutha fuck that stay off my god damn property 
Xzibit burn a couple ounces of that broccoli
Step into the function make the crowd bounce properly
Yeah I know about your little shit talkin mockery
Tryin to see and pour 6 feet of gravel on top of me
And all my playaz go to wakes so the next nigga can take my place
And try to invade my space
Make enemies search for God like Ma$e (Yeah)
You should avoid catchin 2 to the face, so I can avoid catchin a case
You'se just another mutha fuckin rat in a race
I explode and expose to this multi-platinum fan base
Never seen before I kick in your door
Ain't no time to run for them guns, just get on the floor

(Chorus-Nate Dogg)
If you feel me say Nate (Nate!)
He be, the tightest mutha fucka in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here
Some things never change
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here

(Verse 4-Kurupt)
Yeah, a penny for your thoughts in a hour glass of time
Surround sound beats for the Dogg Pound jeeps
Jump the volts up in each single switch
Stick somethin fat up in each single bitch

Bombshell, and for every dick apiece
That ain't from the hood driftin get 5 shells each
Split bustaz, no bustaz allowed
No punk motha fuckaz allowed, loosen the crowd
Dogg Pound say it loud (Dogg Pound!)
Scream it at the top of your lungs
Tell these niggaz where we from
Say Kurupt...Kurupt (Kurupt!)
Yeah nigga the hardest mutha fucka in here
I like Hennessy and beer...
Remy, gin and juice, the killa, and grapefruit...
Chocolate thai, indigo sticks, and a thick bitch
Down and out, nah I'm up and in
Down at the Dogg House with Dre, Cube, & Ren

(Chorus-Nate Dogg)
If you feel me say Nate (Nate!)
He be, the tightest mutha fucka in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here
Some things never change
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang
We be, the hardest mutha fuckaz in here

[Chorus- 1x: Daz & Kurupt]
[D] - Gangsta
[K] - Yeah blastin' on these sucka niggas
[D] - Gangsta
[K] - Yeah homie fuck them niggas
[D] - Gangsta
      You do not know me very well
      But you will know me if you trip on me
      You niggas cannot get wit me...

[Daz] (Kurupt)
Who are them two niggas that are changin' the game? (Daz and Kurupt)
Fuckin' it up, usin' our name up in vain (something Kurupt)
So whatcha wanna do, let's ride, bang 
Up on these other-sided niggas... and ride on the game (There they go!)
I retaliate, in the alley way, on a sunny day (Here we go!) 
Blast up on niggas for they tally way, let 'em on they way
Boo-ya-ka, boo-ya-ka, you should've looked before you come out
Boo-ya-ka, boo-ya-ka, you should've looked before you run out (Nigga!)

[Kurupt]
Who them niggas that are squabblin'?, blast (Kurupt and Daz)
Quick to knock niggas square on they ass (You betta ask)
Yeah them gangsta niggas back wit the smash, so quick, so fast
Drinkin' straight gin outta the glass (Not if that ass)
Look at all them niggas thinkin' that I'm free joke or somethin'
Betta get the steppin' fo' the pump get to pumpin' and dumpin'
Runnin' shit, smashin' shit, reckless, blastin' shit
Dippin' in the cut, not givin' a fuck, you know Daz and Kurupt
We just a

[Chorus- 1x: Daz & Kurupt]
[D] - Gangsta
[K] - Yeah blastin' on these sucka niggas
[D] - Gangsta
[K] - Yeah homie fuck them niggas
[D] - Gangsta
      You do not know me very well
      But you will know me if you trip on me
      You niggas cannot get wit me...

[Kurupt]
Look at this shit, I can't believe was goin' down right now 
Got a hand, I'm tuckin' 'bout to blast off a couple of rounds
I show you gangsta niggas, T to a T-B, controllin' all of the monopoly
'Opoly-y, nothin' tirin' a "G", stoppin' from boppin' prob' (Probably)
I get the hoes, to throw them 'bows 
Top, gangsta'd up, Kurupt and Daz up in this mothafucka! (Fucka!)
And we don't fuck wit bustas and we don't fall fo' you suckas (Suckas)

[Daz] (Kurupt)
I keep right from bitches who scream and yell my name
It's D.P.G mothafucka ain't nothin' really changed
...I come through the block and let my system bang
Let the 15 shoves and let the back hang
Smoke out all my fuckin' window like a choo-choo train (Smoke it, smoke it)
Indo what smokin' nigga be like some do-do rang (Gangsta Phil' nigga)
Ahh Yeah! nigga you set some game

[Daz & Kurupt]
Dogg Pound Gangsta Gang!

[Daz]
Let it bang nigga

[Chorus- 1x: Daz & Kurupt]
[D] - Gangsta
[K] - Yeah blastin' on these sucka niggas
[D] - Gangsta
[K] - Yeah homie fuck them niggas
[D] - Gangsta
      You do not know me very well
      But you will know me if you trip on me
      You niggas cannot get wit me... gangstas

[Kurupt]
All of a sudden niggas got the game fucked up
Luckily, locked up, lookin' fo' a come up

[Daz]
Yeah! niggas they come around here and get fucked up
Scuffed up and touched up and fucked up, Daz and Kurupt 
Nigga! 

[Kurupt]
What! gangsta Phil', where the gangstas shoot to kill niggas
Fo' real, bust 'em post say, banana peel niggas

[Daz]
Everything that I talk and walk is so fo' real nigga
You get chalked and default and get killed quickka

[Kurupt]
I'm 'bout to smash and get my money from these mothafuckas
Dippin' and hittin' switches in my Nike cutlass fuckas

[Daz]
You see we niggas and we runnin' shit from all you suckas
So weed and dick mothafuckaaaaaa!

[Kurupt]
You see we

[Chorus: Daz & Kurupt]
[D] - Gangsta
[K] - Yeah blastin' on these sucka niggas
[D] - Gangsta
[K] - Yeah homie fuck them niggas
[D] - Gangsta
      You do not know me very well
      But you will know me if you trip on me
      You niggas cannot get wit me... gangstas
[K] - Keep  blastin' on these suckas niggas
[D] - Gangsta
[K] - Man homie fuck them niggas
[D] - Gangsta
      You do not know me very well
      But you will know me if you trip on me
      You niggas cannot get wit me...
[K] - You see we
[D] - Gangsta, gangsta
[K] - Kurupt and Daz
[D] - Gangsta
[K] - Quick to blast, gangstas, smashin' on suckas, gangstas
[D] - Gangsta
[K] - You know who we are, gangstas
[D] - Gangsta
[K] - Smashin' on all you bitch niggas
[D] - Gangsta
[K] - Gangstas, smashin' on all y'all, we gangstas
      Gangstas up in "Gangstaville"
[D] - Gangsta
[K] - Daz, yeah
[D] - Gangsta
[K] - Kurupt
[D] - Gangsta...
[K] - Gangstas

[Intro to Bring Back That G Shit: Kurupt]
Check this out nigga
It's about time niggas started... recognizin' that gangsta shit
Bumpin' in them trunks, ya know, G-Funk, Ol' Skool to new
Gangsta shit, Fredwreck'difying, Kurupt Young Gotti and that gangsta shit
Daz Dillinger, Bigg Snoop Dogg nigga, that's gangsta shit
That's gangsta shit!

[Snoop Dogg]
Ride, ride
Rough, ride on, ride on
Roll on, roll on
What!, what!, what!
Ride on, ride on, roll on
Nigga what!, w-w-what!, what!, w-w-what!
Ride on

[Kurupt]
This is the game you wanna spit to a nigga
Let a nigga know it's all right, cascades
And G'z stompin' on niggas like parades
Escapades and charades played
When the stampede stopped
And it continuously Young Gotti
Seen so many bodies
Drop fours hop classics and drastic measures
Principle's a pleasure and penal endeavours
Whatever the case, whatever case, it's caught on a chase
When a chase, it began in the facial of race
Me and Fred, he make beats, I make rhymes
And Snoop, he controls and calculates
In pervious moves, the Pound Pentagon
Wit a pistols, I holla where the gangstas' at
Daz poppin' his coller, nigga sweet and sour
Pop Chucks and collers, rolllin' through the streets in my '84 Impala

[Snoop Dogg]
Holla, holla, if you wanna
We gon' run it from the co'na, it's the killa Califo'nia
Ya see, I do it to ya
'Cause I know it screw ya, ya try up do us
But you can't 'cause you lovin' this beat 
Uh, uh... we dump, dump to make you pump, pump
We comin' wit the heat to make ya trunk bump
Freddy said he had a whole a gritty down to go steady
And stick up Eddie for his fedy and bring it all back to daddy
I want bread, cheese now put it on the patty
Knick Knack style, kick back and flip files
In the verge, on now listen now honey child
Bow Wow, do ya now, how ya like it doggystyle?
Smile and grinnin', sippin' on some gin'n
Roll wit a cap and ya all strapped in
Once ya back in, it's straight mackin'
I keep it crackin'

[Hook - 4x]
This is how we all get down
Bring back that "G" shit fo' me!

[Snoop Dogg]
I know I slept you, kept ya, fin'na fetch ya
Snatch ya back too, slapped you and rapped too
The vacuum sat 'chu and rat packed you, act two
Now what must i do, to get you back 
To the way is used to see, D-P-G-C'ology
I'm not talkin' 'bout chemistry or biology
This "G"'ology, you feelin' me
Niggas be killin' me and willin' me
Silly he, thinkin' y'all gon' smash on me
Blast on me, the audacity
I'll take ya back to the ol' skool and let ya cut class wit me
Get some ass wit me
Then get us somethin' to drink and let you sip out the same glass as me
And now you a killa 
And it was all over weed and a tall can of milla, illa
Kill a nigga like a flea
Bigg Snoopy D-O double gizzle
Way off tha hizzle my nizzle

[Goldie Loc]
I hit niggas and bitches if you fuck wit my mental
'Cause I'm a killa and stick release ya pop like a pimple
If you don't got my money I suggest you run
'Cause the Gold Loc, he do you like a 20 or done
Ain't no fun the way I play, nigga I plays fo' keeps
No details you've just been sweeped to sweep
Locations, directions, not even a trace
Bitch I doubt it, if ya body get found like waste
In the alley, killa Cali, this Eastsidaz Crips
Never slip, set trip, and smoke chronic dip
Cuz!

[Hook -4x]

[Traci Nelson]
Snoop Doggy Dogg has to give it to ya
Fredwreck got the reefers bumpin' through ya
Goldie Loc can put the G and the C
Wit Kurupt Young Gotti from the D-P-G

[Kokane - Harmonizing]

[Daz]
Bitch

[Fred Durst]
Hey!

(Intro-Kurupt)
Yeah, gangsta's make the world go ‘round
I heard that's true
Make things go up and down
I heard that's true

(Verse 1-Kurupt)
I been through the full-court pressure stage
The homies gave me a nine
The first time I saw a gauge
The first time I put my feet...
Down solid mashin on top of concrete
Before all the ways of war
House and car doors felt the rays of war
When life was simple as shit
And we didn't give a fuck about a bitch, 1986
It's all about lic's, heat in the streets
Trucks with the beats
Bitches with biker shorts worn all tight
Tryin to get a pussy just worn all night
Plus you had to be a baller to get the baddest ho's
Back in the days, 6-4 six trays
Back in the days, Elco's, S-S's
The best is where the west is niggaz don't test us 

(Chorus X4-DJ Lethal)
Just lay it on back (Hey)
Do you wanna ride?

(Verse 2-Fred Durst & Kurupt)

(Fred Durst)
Back in the days where them laces were thick
I was concerned with break dancin and layin some dick
For whatever it's worth, I'm still doin the smurf
And I'm walkin on this Earth, like I don't give a fuck
And now I'm rollin up in third gear
With 3 dollar bills, 3 more minutes to kill
3 more seconds to snap, 3 more bottles of beer
And corrupt's my lifestyle, so shut the fuck up
And back the fuck up with that buck free style

(Kurupt)
Nigga what freestyle, nigga

(Fred Durst)
Walkin on a razor blade

(Kurupt)
Comin through I got it made, posted up in the shade
Comin through to get paid
Sunny California baby

(Fred Durst)
I got dubbs in my trunk and it's bound to bump
Straight smashin, hollerin out what's up Kurupt?

(Kurupt)
Wassup, I'm fillin in my right mind, one to the head
And I'm on the smash hollerin out ‘what's up Fred?'

(Chorus X4-DJ Lethal)
Just lay it on back (Hey)
Do you wanna ride?

(Verse 3-Nate Dogg)
I don't give a fuck so fuck what they say
Nigga won't you pass, say pass the bombay
Niggaz they decide to ride and they ride
Niggaz they decide to lie and they die
I can bust a fleet of ho's with my skills
I can make them ho's bow down pay my bills
Can't think I can make them ho's convert to my will
Wanna bet I'll turn them ho's to my scrill'
If you love a bitch a bitch can drive you crazy
Anything a hooker do it won't amaze me
You better be up on your game homie cuz they be
They may talk a lot of shit but they can't fade me
If you hang around with suckaz then you may be...
Anotha type of brotha I don't want with me
When you compensate with bustaz you confuse me
Cuz I'm tryin to stay out the penitentiary

(Chorus X4-DJ Lethal)
Just lay it on back (Hey)
Do you wanna ride?

(Chorus X1-Kurupt)
I just got paid, it's Friday night
The party's jumpin, I feel so high
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, we at it again
Party's poppin, from beginnin to end

(Verse 1-Kurupt)
Gimme what cha got, move somethin for me
Show me what ya got, shoot something for me
Who got the Henn? Who got 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 Young Gotti
Cuz ain't nuttin else to do
And when Friday hit, my day hit
See, it's all left up to you
It's your choice when Kurupt step up to you

(Chorus X1-Fingazz)
I just got paid, it's Friday night
The party's jumpin, I feel so high
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, we at it again
Party's poppin, from beginnin to end

(Verse 2-Kurupt)
Ain't nothin else for me to do besides dip
Goin through it homie like it just ain't shhh
Now that I'm here, where you....at
Front to up, down, to back to front round the back
Okay let's say, you can do it your way
I'ma do it my way
Project to borough, today to tomorrow
Escapade to parade, expressway to highway
The freeway to tristate, 101045
Turn to 95, this side ride
Saturday's always the best of me
Cuz the whole day ain't nothin but rest to me
I got ladies hittin me cuz they just wanna chill
Perfect requirements in a safe environment
Like what's that poppin at the top of the hill
Where it's always poppin like hits and villes

(Chorus X1-Fingazz)
I just got paid, it's Saturday night
The party's jumpin, I feel so high
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, we at it again
Party's poppin, from beginnin to end

(Verse 3-Kurupt)
Sunday nights and it ain't no fights
The homie just added up at the Dogg House
Where everything was great it was 2008
Like a dream with a bottle and everything's fine
And Nate he started blowin on the mic
And Butch he started blowin on the mic
And G he started blowin on the mic
Dogg Pound Gangstaz all day and all night

(Chorus X1-Fingazz)
I just got paid, it's Sunday night
The party's jumpin, I feel so high
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, we at it again
Party's poppin, from beginnin to end

(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

(Daz)
Motherfuckers know that it's on tonight
we came in here to fuck it up with a shoot out or fight
Niggas don't understand that it's on tonight
hap hap hap it's on tonight.. Young Gotti!

(Kurupt)
Take preparation (preparation) meditation (meditation)
Covalescent solo solo psycho storm and store propane
to roll the game rearrange change rain or snow
but still explain the exceptional view
With the exception of an exceptional feud I view
Impose the arsonists to burn a bunch, extreme kerosene
Helium dioxide aquanated oxide aquidated lopside

(Chorus)
Baby this is it fuck da world
I'ma be the first nigga to fuck da world
Converse apparel inspired by..
Fly out the barrel five out the barrel

(Kurupt)
Just take position ammunition, covalescent Converse
Where we at first is where we at last, where we last cash
One last toke will make your smoke ride high
I'ma give anything like pushing the button
Now how does it feel when you die for nothing?
Metropolis crumble, apocalypse mo' lines surround and dine
Let loose in at least a nine, calculate keep time
Finish the World War I've been a star
The knock quiminitar(?), strange and restrain
Retired and rewired, melodical molecules
Strategy and logic enables our positions then points us missiles
All sided equal... deeper than pistols
For instance... unknown the science of forensics
Get your backpacked like ten sticks
Hit with the effect of (?)tense ticks inglo(?) sticks

(Chorus 2x)

(Kurupt) Baby this is it

(Daz)
It's on tonight
We came in here to fuck it up with a shootout or fight..
Boop boop hap hap, nigga it's on tonight
We came in here to fuck it up with a shootout or fight

(Kurupt)
Nigga you want war? Yeah right, I'm (?)mikeskylikesdaletto(?)
Holocaust to high school, roscoe tobasco
Impossible lives the hospitalized
franchise flip niggas broke for ranches mansions avalanches
Alarms ring cause harm in court
like platinum and gold
I've sold a whole(?), explosions hit explode implode
Popped out bodies dropped off on Rider's road
I've seen and foreseen the unseen
and able hardly able to separate (?)misconfabules(?)
I'ma buy a Baltic while you purchase fireplaces
Poisonous supply and occupy in space
The midnight I could hide the dark and spark
Light up the night in everything in sight
I'ma cross the finish line with both legs broken
Flow coke broken both toke smokin' (wha?)
Daz meany machine dean two shottie
The life of a party is a live scene
Gastra.. neo kung-fu niastra
Monsoons swarm en route like harpoons
Young black Sinatra analytical ANTRA
(?)millicle(?) cells proof to bound the youth
uncrude unboil bubble boil and turmoil
Don't specialize and crack the bones
Now fuck with that (automatic cardiac attack)
Forced to front in your chest back, (?)no raptor arab(?)
Kuruption! Yeah that's me!
New word to the dome, psyche close the long
stainless steel momomamarron(?)
get done chrome and choke in stone

(Chorus:2x)

(Daz)
Yeah and thats how we doin this shit
Daz Dilli, Fredwreck, Kurupt the Kingpin Young Gotti
Servin y'all suckers to one inch
Yeah fuck that oohhh!
Straight to the dome nigga phill smoke some sit back
For all the real thugs out there
Meditate penetrate on these suckers
Yeah nigga it's on tonight, fuck da world
fuck da world.. hap hap hap hap hap yeah!
(voice sings in background)

(old man's voice)
I said end of the world ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!!!

(Chorus X2-Butch Cassidy)
A bitch ain't nothin to me
Now let me tell you cuz I'm quick to put them ho's on the street
Make 'em bow down on they knees and do whatever
Cuz I'm clever ho's give what I need

(Verse 1-Kurupt)
Hey bitch, what you lookin at me strange fo'
Askin me if a nigga drive a Range Rov'
Whatever reason you may have on your mind
It must be coke or grass on your mind
Kickin back like you lost all your mind
I'ma put my foot in your behind
Until you got footprints on your behind
I'm cool at the club
I love it when the ladies do what they love
Pass around hugs
Whatever she done to get the ones ain't my concern
I'm live in the club, nickel sacks and dubbs
If you wanna strip ain't my concern

(Chorus X2-Butch Cassidy)
A bitch ain't nothin to me
Now let me tell you cuz I'm quick to put them ho's on the street
Make 'em bow down on they knees and do whatever
Cuz I'm clever ho's give what I need

(Verse 2-Roscoe)
Let's get on the good foot and do the bad things
Prayin donkey to Chinese shag swing
I'm a young arso' powers get tossed for hours
If I'ma do ya I'm use the Kamasucha when we shaggin
Have ya braggin, to all your homegirls
About this young thug who can rock ya world
Tellin 'em all how you wish you could be my girl
And I got skirts from the bottom to the top of the world
See I'm on top of the world, why you mad at her?
Get used to it I'm toppin him girl
Pop in love with the girls, and I do it just like Kurupt
I wanna see you happy, doin what you love
Especially when what you love is me
Makin sure I keep plenty bud and bubbly
You know the rules ma, it's just the thug in me
Now pay pimpin, or raise up from underneath, ya dig?

(Chorus X2-Butch Cassidy)
A bitch ain't nothin to me
Now let me tell you cuz I'm quick to put them ho's on the street
Make 'em bow down on they knees and do whatever
Cuz I'm clever ho's give what I need

(Verse 3-Butch Cassidy)
Bitch been sad before, but some niggaz ran just ain't learnin though
I don't want your ho so tell me what you fightin fo'
Once we all were cool but now he stressin got him actin like a fool
I gotta keep my distance now, it ain't my fault that ho's confused

(Chorus X2-Butch Cassidy)
A bitch ain't nothin to me
Now let me tell you cuz I'm quick to put them ho's on the street
Make 'em bow down on they knees and do whatever
Cuz I'm clever ho's give what I need

(Kurupt) (talking)
Yeah, this is what you would call somethin' like
One of the things that, you know, when you meet your goal
You get to the top of the game, and the dream come true
Kurupt and KRS-One freestyle

(KRS-One)
Yes, yes y'all!
yeah yeah y'all! (uh)  
KRS y'all, uh huh, uh huh (uh)
yeah Kurupt, y'all
Time to check it out, uh huh
Prophecy, y'all yes yes, yall (yea)
KRS, y'all, uh huh, like this y'all (yea)
you know what's up comin' through like that! (haha!)

(Verse 1) (KRS-One)
I laugh at that, your whole premise is off
I'm blastin' that, somehow my foot is exactly where yo ass is at
abusin' it, you know for 86 produce 77
i'm doin' to you on the other hand still kind of new to it
I spit lead into better men
you a veteran, aint no tellin'
what i send to get them yet another one
My voice-box send shocks of adrenaline so you sweat again
(unintelligible)

(Verse 2) (Kurupt)
Then again i noticed that everybody
Think they can fuck with us
But luckily i noticed
Everybody want to be close to us
Tryin' to bust when they bust
I seen them they ain't treacherous and they ain't fuckin with us
My style's out this universe
Words that serve all these emcees
They hear pre-verbs i break them down to nouns and verbs
They know exactly what i do, i run through crew for crew
KRS, it's on you, baby

(Verse 3) (KRS-One)
True underground, Boogey Down got them runnin' around
Comin' to town breakin' them all the way down
and makin' them frown, true underground
not a class clown
copy, guilty ass, papi
I roll with the mash out posse
The beatdown posse, terror squad, you'll find you was never hard
When the clip loads, and i yell FLIP-MODE!
My faster, fresh blows, give my foes death blows
The best nose, goes live at breath shows

(Verse 4) (Kurupt)
See i heard it before, word it before
Worded it before, before, every emcee tried to serve it before
Be Kurupt the raw dog hog servin' all y'all
Fuck around with us the top dog
Murder all y'all, my minds incredible
I'm out this mind state, lookin' at me, oh my goodness!
What rhymes he creates!
"Is he the best?", wonderin', nah, aint no best
It's only me and KRS we dont need no vest, mothafucka

(KRS-One)
Uh! like that!
Yeah uh huh! like that!
Uh! (we gangstafied Kurupt and KRS-One on the mic)
(Yeah!)

(Verse 5) (KRS-One)
Comin' through in the studio live, KRS-One, yeah i'm still on Jive
But i represent emcees now out in..

(Verse 6) (Kurupt)
Yeah, no doubt
I Be kurupt the raw dog and i'm droppin
every emcee from here to Compton
Raw dog, assassin when you see me comin' through, blastin
Don't matter no harrassin, they won't lastin'
The last round, the last nigga knocked down
Provocative sound, droppin' off round for round
and pound for pound, i be from the Dogpound
It's me a Kris, nigga you can eat my dick
I break them down so quick, you can't fuck with this
The lyricist poltergiest is way nice
Break and take them in freezers just like ice
Fuck around with me, O.G
Yo, we so precise

(Verse 7) (KRS-One)
You know the teacher's agenda
We will be here forever
You plottin' to surrender
Action start, you start -- tremor
Never lose my temper, when my temple member
You know the center of the dope beat, remember

(Kurupt)
Yea yea! haha!
raw dog assassin style
KRS and kurupt!

(KRS-One)
Yea yea y'all!
uh huh!
like this, like this

(Verse 8) (Kurupt)
Yeah we make them bounce
I make them bounce
we make them bounce
Yo, i make them bounce
Yo, i blaze a ounce
Yeah, i blaze a ounce
I'm gonna bounce to the ounce
When the homies come through
Dogpound we surround like we bustin' at you
I leave ya flat, homie
You wonderin, you lookin' back, homie
I leave you all alone, in the danger zone
Lookin' at Kurupt and didn't notice it was on
My homeboy, slittin', spreadin', begin the spreadin'
Niggas, who don't bust rhymes, niggas start beheadin'
Me and Kris, we do it just like this
Lyricist, niggas can't FUCK with this

(Verse 9) (KRS-One)
Thats right y'all
You heard what the man said
KRS-One styles could never be dead
Thats why we still in-in the studio
Chillin' it's about three o'clock And we representin' real hip-hop
Now you know what time it is we got the camera in our face
KRS-One, all up in the fuckin' place
You know what time it is
We got to come back again
I got my friend, i cant remember his name again
But i'm gonna keep flowin' gonna keep showin'
Remember the skills that out the box,
we be blowin', like that, yo Foxy you on the track
Come and get some'a that pass it right back
Now my man, Kurupt, on the mic like this
Now come back and represent beside the Kris

(Verse 10) (Kurupt)
Clap your hands, get it all together then
See me come through, me and Kris
Tougher than leather and every emcee who come through
Be better than you, Claimin' they better than you
But we start severin' -- heads
Everybody lookin' at me i flows from the head
Leave them all dead, nigga, you heard what i said
Punk ass niggas, don't realize the game
Despisin' the game homeboy televisin' the game,
Seen the game, so im televisin the game
Surprisin' the game, oh no, im risin the game
They shook down they took down, shook like clowns
See me rockin' i be rockin all around
Don't you know it, oh yeah, the poltergiest poet
Throw it, i show it, homeboy just don't blow it
Sit on the couch, with a joint in my mouth,
Gettin' as high as can be, even though, they despisin' me
Realizin' i be makin' more money than Spike Lee
And that's my homie, O.G to me
Yo, Kris (Yeah?) we gonna do it like this
Drop them down, quick, and they can eat a dick

(KRS-One)
Boogey Down, Boogey Down,
Boogey Down, Boogey Down
Boogey Down production,
Boogey Down, Boogey Down,
Boogey Down, Boogey Down, ha-ha! ha-ha! (Byatch!)
Yo we out, dog (Bitch! gangsta life, me and KRS-One on the mic)

(Dogs barking and howling)

[Kurupt]
First line when up
Second line set forth
Third line of tactic
It's like that nigga
Gangsta shit, Frewrecktifying all the time
Tray Deee, Tray Deee such a way G call him Tray G
Now what chou gonna be about that?
Eastsidaz, West Coast, Dogg Pound Gangsta…ville Crippin

[Tray Deee]
You don't wanna see us when we kick up dust
Tray Deee, X-man, and Kingpin Kurupt
Stay givin it up, stray Crippin and Chucks
Straight sippin with blunts and not givin a fuck
DPG'd up, first niggas to dump
Soldiers slash cash in over for the bitches I bust
Dog ‘em out and talk ‘bout how I touched the guts
Never ate it just skated once I bust the nut
Cold feelin hold children for hostage profits
Mob shit, witness how hot the glocks spit
Drop bitch niggas trynna give us hassles
On they ass like the return of the jackals
Act on them folks, West Coast then lokes
Open quotes and homies know to go for broke
Frontline, full-time, do or die the code
Muthafuckas take cover when my .9 explode

[Chorus]
You don't wanna fuck with us
Cus if the war's on nigga step in the war zone
You don't wanna fuck with us
We blast till we outta here, come back with no chrome
You don't wanna fuck with us
Stuff you in the same bed and keep your whores on
You don't wanna fuck with us
With glocks, 45s, Tech 9s you aint ready nigga

[Kurupt]
Yeah Tray Deee, he away G
Smashin on these little bitch niggas daily
Talkin ‘bout what it can or can't be
With his young homies Kurupt and X to the Z
Call the shot and I'm the first one loaded up first one
Dumpin out the truck, Kurupt don't give a fuck
It's how the West Coast riders ride
Livin life nothing nice on the dice I'm
Livin life homicidal, domicidal with the dome arrival
With Goldie's star way 380 and Tray's rifle
Snoop's berretta or the Mack 11 from Kevin
Holler at the Reverend and look up to heaven
The hours rushed, and the cannons bust
Don't fuck with Tray Deee exit Kurupt
Turn the page to exodus
And read the first line in parenthesis about war with us, fool

[Chorus]
You don't wanna fuck with us
Cus if the war's on nigga step in the war zone
You don't wanna fuck with us
We blast till we outta here, come back with no chrome
You don't wanna fuck with us
Stuff you in the same bed and keep your whores on
You don't wanna fuck with us
With glocks, 45s, Tech 9s you aint ready nigga

[Xzibit]
I bring a whole new meaning to hip hop
Come from the hip hop hot state to state from the state cops
Niggas fallin off like flip-flops
My shit knock, never gon' take my spot
Get the dick snot
Dead lock, red dot paid up dues
Ate up fools who really had nothin to prove
Never gon' lose, abuse booze, follow the rules
Getting locked in the gates of this L.A. zoo
You take this shit between two ?? like I do
How the fuck I'm supposed to be scared of you?
I aint never gon' spit what I'm prepared to do
Cus I'm the first one they arrestin when this shit come true
Later for that, niggas stab straight for your back
If you let ‘em close, so I propose a toast
To all the bitch made paradin niggas on my dick
Y'all can look, listen and hate, but can't stop shit

[Chorus]
You don't wanna fuck with us
Cus if the war's on nigga step in the war zone
You don't wanna fuck with us
We blast till we outta here, come back with no chrome
You don't wanna fuck with us
Stuff you in the same bed and keep your whores on
You don't wanna fuck with us
With glocks, 45s, Tech 9s you aint ready nigga

Nigga yeah
You don't wanna fuck with us
You don't wanna fuck with us
You don't wanna fuck with us

(Kurupt)
Mike Dean....the remix hommie

(Kurupt - Shyne)
Burn so crooked (crooked)   (Eastcoast)
The poet likes to spit (spit)  (My Nigga)(Gangsta Mix)
Kareem, that's my dog    (Gangsta Mix)
Life, Behind the Walls   (Gangsta Mix)
Livin' life, behind the walls   (Brooklyn)
Yeah, welcome to Oz niggaz, surprise niggaz..

Verse 1 (Kurupt)

Kurupt and Daz, grips on a handle
Two to the mandible
Fo's and E's
Bustas and G's
Pound and Shyne, hammer quick this for me one more
Up and Down, In and Out
Spinning Out, spinning in and out
I seen niggaz like you that usually get blasted
Cameras to remove you, lies over caskets
Open season, rhyme a reason
Crimetime, primetime, D-I-C
Young Gagstra, step in and dump on the hostages
Smoke like sausages, niggaz covering their heads like ostraches
Ostrasice, swallow like mausages..
CO so crooked (crooked)
Come equipped when the shank sticks

[Chorus One: Kurupt - Nate Dogg]
(Its Gonna be Alright) Yeah, that's my dogg
Life, Behind the Walls
Livin Life Behind the Walls
Suckers - (yall cant sleep tonight) welcome to Oz niggaz; surprise niggaz

[Chorus Two: Nate Dogg]
West coast representin for all my doggs (Eastcoast)
One love to my doggs behind the walls  (Gangsta Mix)
Nate Dogg and I'm tight for all of y'all  (Gangsta Mix)
Stand strong, stand tall, and never fall (Gangsta Mix)
West coast representin for all my doggs (Gangsta Mix)
One love to my doggs behind the walls  (Eastcoast, Brooklyn)
Nate Dogg and I'm tight for all of y'all (Vietnam, Brooklyn)
Stand strong, stand tall, and never fall  (Vietnam)

(Shyne)

Rhyme through the city on dubs and fo's
Trunk full of cash, gangsta roll
Kurupt and nate from the ny state
Is the nigga shyne fo, hold up wait
It aint where u from, is where your gat at
Keep mine on my lap, windows black
Tough is hard, white is soft, monominus ship
Like im lovin this shit, guerilla nigga in the flesh
Killa nigga, hittin ur vest
I had bullets goin in and out yall
Slap yall', make yo mouth fall
Blood is a bloodsport, hittin that porsche
Head that port, where u known that horse
Is the OG, niggaz know me
Fuck the police, aint no peace
Revenge is a bitch, cant wait to fuck

(Kurupt)
Murderis Mr.ketley My hommie

(Chorus Repeat)

[Nate Dogg]
Well I've arrived at my new home - cell three (huh)
I looked around and what did I see?  (Nate)
One of them clowns one of my enemies  (Mike)
Gotta stay down so I make me some weed   (Dean)
It's goin down in the mornin on me  (Kurupt)
Soon as they say "Hey line up," let's leave  (Me.)
Right now the nigga just as safe as can be  (Daz)
But when we hit the kitchen maaan sleep  (Shyne)
Nate Dogg and I'm tight for all of y'all
When you wanna make a hit, give me a call
West coast representin for all my doggs
One love to my doggs Behind the Walls
Nate Dogg and I'm tight for all of y'all
Stand strong, stand tall, and never fall  (Sip this nigga)
West coast representin for all my doggs
One love to my doggs Behind the Walls

(Kurupt)

Im like you wanna bang nigga, with yo bangin head
You wanna hang like a G fool, hangin head
Where all the gangstas at, rollin through homie
Fleetwoods cadillacs straight gangsta mash
Befo I got stuck, I was cool as fuck
On the streets nigga, like I aint give a fuck
I had Daz by my side, my lil' bro
And this is how we do it nigga, already to dump
I got a bitch, shes known for eatin a dick
I never gave a fuck nigga, never gave a shit
Its me and Mike Dean, doin what the fuck we wanna do
With M-16's niggaz clearin the scene
This is the gangsta lean, and the gangsta vibe
Keep it gangstafied, nigga do or die
Yeah I roll with them niggaz cause its ride or die
And I always get high, nigga living my life (bitch niggaaa)

(Chorus Repeat Two)

[Kurupt over Chorus Two]
Yeah!  West Coast!
Nate Dogg!  Kurupt!
Roll!  Yeah!
Behind the Walls!

[Kurupt]
Yeah, so crooked, c'mon, come equiped when the shank sticks
Yeah, that's my dogg, (Dogg Pound)
Life behind the walls (it's like that)
Spending life behind the walls (Welcome to Oz)

[Children speaking]
Jimmy Bones

[Kurupt & Roscoe]
Oh yeah, this is really, really real baby
Really, really real, yeah
Let me tell ya something, J-I-M-M-Y
This is about a real nigga, real nigga
Jimmy Bones, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy
Jimmy Bones, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy

[Hook]
They say the J-I-M-M-Y the B-the O-N-E-S, it's Jimmy
Jimmy Bones motherfucker, it's Jimmy
Get cha' chrome motherfucker, it's Jimmy
They say the J-I-M-M-Y the B-the O-N-E-S, it's Jimmy
Jimmy Bones motherfucker, it's Jimmy
Get cha' chrome motherfucker, it's Jimmy

[Verse 1]
This is a tale, a serious tale
About a real motherfucker with a serious bale
With a serious limp, conversation of a pimp
Big Jimmy Bones, in a class of his own
He used to roam around the streets with a driver to drive him
And always kept a heated nigga right beside him
Jimmy Bones, he used to take care of home
Take care of his own, my nigga Jimmy Bones
You know what they say nigga (What's that)
Everything turns full circle
And the closest to you always hurts you
Hop out the cars and bail down the streets
Helpin' families to eat, like it's supposed to be
Back stabbers, they come a dime a dozen
They can be as close to you as your brothers and cousins
Take the nigga out the hood but not the hood out the nigga
Twittlin' the switch blade, Jimmy Bones nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
This is a tale, a serious tale
About a serious nigga with a serious bale
With a serious limp, he's a serious pimp
Jealous niggas might try to twist up
Twist a pimp, try to twist shit like licorice sticks
Mad at what they don't have, mad at what they do get
Actin' like niggas really do shit
Shit, bust just like a Mercedes
Jimmy Bones, got all the ladies
But dames is nothin'
Look, let me show ya something
All that really mattered to J.B. was home
His woman super bad, Misses Jimmy Bones
His homie came with game, so refreshin' and fine
Jimmy said, that's yo dream, that ain't mine
Tryin' to take him out the hood with plots and schemin'
Jimmy said you can go, I ain't never leavin'
Ol' sucker ass nigga in cahoots with the police
Crooked than a motherfucker, tryin' to control the streets
So they twisted up, ol', slim Jim
And so you ain't get twisted, made em' all join in
That's the police for ya, crooked as a lawyer
And really can't do a got damn thing for ya
When he went to the meeting, his homies there, the police there
Another nigga there, his woman there the only one that cares
But still, twist went down
Oh shit, niggas better watch out now

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Jimmy's revenge, he's been gone for years,
It's been known for years
And since Jimmy's been gone
Everybody's done grown
Houses and homes, some have four kids
And some planned for a future to have more kids
Some doin' the same shit, and some petrified
All except one better be glad Jimmy died
Threw Jimmy a bomb and still stayin' down
The soul still roams around through the Earth underground
Hell hounds nigga, lives ain't worth a quarter
Livin' life through animals, mothers, and daughters
This spot, you'll never ever touch again
You'll never leave once you walk in to Jimmy's Revenge
Yeah niggas Jimmy's back again
And this is a tale, a serious tale
About a serious nigga that you took for a joke
Thinkin' that a nigga was playin'
And deep inside, I can hear Jimmy's conscience sayin'

Am I overreactin', how am I supposed to be actin'
I feel like I should take more action
I found a new Bonnie and she's a loaded magnum
Yeah I love my heater, it's a fatal attraction
The dead don't die
But you will thinkin' that the lead won't fly
The truth will be known, exposed, and displayed
Eventually, for now I'm just sharpenin' my blade
You messin' with the J-I-M-M-Y the B- the O-N-E-S
It's Jimmy