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Текст песни Gang bangin ass criminal от исполнителя Daz dillinger

    [daz dillinger]
    Yeah, daz dillinger
    I'm gonna take you into some gangsta shit
    What y'all niggas don't even know about
    And now you ? feels? to know about,
    What we call gangsta rap
    But this is for the niggas who was down from day one

    Love to hear, love to hear you motherfuckers
    I advise all you ghetto livin', struggling from day to day,
    Tryin' to flip a figure dollar devil up inside a bag of weed,
    A fresh pair of khakis and take a bitch to the groovy ass niggas
    To get your money man, get paid
    These motherfuckers are cut off welfare
    How are we go eat if we don't cheat
    These (? ) bitch to me made the game out of young black niggas lives
    Striking us out from left to right
    With no motherfucking one in sight
    Fuck that!!
    Sell your dope
    Get your jack on, get your sack on,
    Put your rag on and get your motherfucking thang on, niggas
    Cause it's on
    God dammit it's on
    Now what the hell you bout to go youngster

    [the gang (tray deee, ty cuzz, bad a$$, technique)]
    Go ride nigga
    Bout to go get the homies nigga, right now
    [daz] oh yeah motherfucker it's on
    [the gang]
    Ay come on bad a$$ let's do it nigga, it's on now nigga
    Ay ay nigga
    What's up nigga (what's up)
    Ay nigga
    Nigga the homie called, the big shot today nigga (word)
    Nigga you were ment to meet him today nigga
    (man I take my baby inside today man)
    What's up
    Nigga
    Nigga, ay, we can't realy talk right now tough nigga (alright)
    But uh, it's going down later on 9-30 nigga
    The big man hoe nigga
    Be there nigga
    Yeah

    [bad a$$ ]what's up daz dillinger
    [daz] shit, bad a$$, tryin' to keep it realer than real, man
    Least half these punk ass....
    Motherfucking niggas around here bullshittin'
    The big spot nigga, ain't clockin' no dollar.
    [ba] man I'm trying to have
    Man I ain't trying to go for shit
    [dd] man you know my glock is hot
    (eastside)

    Verse one: [kurupt tha kingpin]
    I'm coming through your zone late night, shit
    Dogg pound gangsta to flame the light shit
    Cause I hold on,
    I'm 20 feet tall
    The biggest walkin' bill fuck around to get killed
    Get shoot
    Don't try to sneak a peak in my book
    (? home at hose? ) , overdose the thoughts when he look
    The forbidden
    The hittin' zone that I'm hitting
    Don't play with my intelligence nigga as the heat (? slittin'? )
    (? )
    So I only got two choices; loc me the blasin' bomb
    Vietnam
    I bring the pain rains no (? )
    Execution style is the shells from the heat veal
    Down to the ground like the rest of the dummies
    Just what the fuck you thinkin' try to play with my money
    It's nothing but the dogg pound gangstas
    Mashes, verbal disasters, 38 stashes

    Verse two: [tray deee]
    I arise in disguise to surprise that ass
    What you thought you caught me short
    I might ride to blast
    With the canna
    We let the shit all up in your nuts
    When niggas droppin', they stop with the plan they plots
    Got to stop for my gate
    With (? ) of break
    Marked niggas caught in, they try to win and get sprayed
    Rip the gates
    Go flip the page to chapter three
    First groove, they fools can't come after me
    I mash to free,
    Styles of catastrophe
    Ask for g
    A nigga best to answer me
    My rip long as the beach that I represent
    Dead nigga with my stare not to step to this

    Verse three: [daz dillinger]
    Now o yeah tray deee
    I mean I see the whole plot
    Be on alert, niggas shot
    Anywhere under that nigga caught
    So drop the microphone on my own
    I shown to blown
    Away for these mc's with the sludge of a chrome
    I take the fang
    Down on my own lyrical name
    When the sees are changed ,
    When the storms and hurricanes
    Wide strand
    Spittin' rhymes, the beats so precise
    (? )
    Skatin' on mics like ice
    Twice in the day
    I get drunk,
    (? ) of plastic bags
    Sack in the truck
    Because the rhyme as claim
    I shit buck like the doctor
    Coming through
    Bouncin' with the droptop
    Like gangstas chillin on the block
    Nah, we ain't worry for shit
    Got escape doors like capone
    Whit chick your dick on my clip
    Forty-fives and nives
    Three-eighties and automatics
    Sniveling, coming through for you
    When your boys with some stats
    I got to have eleven to thrill of the drama
    Enthusing me to gets my norm with the slaughter
    Ought to be known as daz dillinger
    For the shit that I known for
    A dogg pound criminal

    Verse four: [soopafly]
    Now if the spot's hot
    I hit the switch make the topdrop
    Don't stop
    It's soopafly with the sho shot
    Won't stop
    I got ya whole shit to
    Look and listen
    I rendition the rhymes with precision
    You can't face
    Amaze me a place like a saddle
    It's dogg pound ganstas (? ) like a shadow
    I never met a motherfucker who can make you stick
    I never met a motherfucker who can feel my clique
    You serve, you'll make the twitch like a nerve
    You'll try to step to my wild style seperve
    Adjective the verve
    Action pack with the words
    I'll make it stop
    The jaws drop and observe
    I sold the block for crook, daz, style and tray deee
    We be coming with the shit
    That be the bomb baby
    And ain't a dogg pound gangsta will knock you to the flow
    Either you stupid as fuck or just don't know

    Verse five: [bad a$$]
    Now I know you, know you,
    Stupid as fuck
    Cock, bust like a sawed off punk,
    Double barrel on 'em
    Black gambinos at casinos
    Get de niro on 'em
    If I want 'em
    I go get 'em
    If I gotta shot a nine
    Twice, that's what I rhyme like
    My clip ain't empty
    Do try to test the ridah
    Nativity simply
    Bust, I lead inside ya
    Find ya
    Fear them, frightened for your life
    With your last few
    Live with hot live from gunblast
    Outlaws, outcast
    Low life, south last
    Long beach niggas blast
    Yeah the b-side is right
    The most, the coast
    The west, the best
    We damn bitches
    Sippin', hittin' switches
    Dippin' hittin' robbin' niggas
    Itchy fingers on triggers
    Itty, bitty niggas
    Ready for war
    We kick down your door
    Draw eatin'
    Lay everybody down on the floor

    Verse six: [technique]
    The same thing, different place
    With snakes, cowards and strong grown
    Robbery cases, niggas faces
    On paperchase
    It was seen, it was written
    It ain't forbidden
    For homies to be splittin'
    Disagree, no one was hitten
    Known with the curls
    The many obstacles
    Impressions to the feet from gettin' served
    Growing up is rough
    Your name
    Here's the streets it gets tough
    You can (? ) and (? )
    Then I guess you had enough
    Over (? )
    It ain't coincidental that I be distorted
    And my manual
    Minds
    Is for seein', so I watch
    Bodies and plots
    Win the plots
    Call the shots for your nuts
    Nigga grips
    That's why I (? ) my dippin' progress
    Cause why is all we tryin' to defeat the progress
    I just ain't the one mystic to hit
    Young jonesy sees
    Who I got a mission to hit
    And constantly flips scripts
    Outta wall with balls fast talkin'
    And quick draws
    How the problem is solved
    I want it all (I want it all)
    But it's movin' to slow
    I'm out to blow
    I don't know which way to go,
    Was on the right path
    I thought
    Without doin' a dirty word about getting caught
    (getting caught echoes)

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Другие тексты песен исполнителя Daz dillinger:
Thank god for my life
Ridin high
Retaliation revenge get back
Playa partners
Our daily bread
Only for u
Oh no
O g
Its going down
It might sound crazy
Initiated
In california
Gang bangin ass criminal
Baby mama drama

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