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letra de push bacc - d.p.g.

[kurupt]
give me a – piece of mind, a nickel, a nine
somethin’ to chip a n-gga from ankle to spine
we mobbin’ n-ggas, if they try to bring up the past
unless they talkin’ ’bout ’95 kurupt and daz
unless they talk about ’92, 3, or 4
we shatterin’ motherf-ckers like car windows
did you know we was back?… back in the ‘llac
tossin’ sacks back and forth like a quarterback jackin’
b-tches eat d-cks like pickles
if i’mma go out, i’m goin’ out like brian nickels
i’m sick of the games, n-gga i’m sick and deranged
poppin’ that bullsh-t will get you hit with them thangs
i’m sick with them thangs, i ain’t got no patience left
without a pistol, light n-ggas like crystal meth
you thought n-ggas was a joke cause of the liqour and smoke?
quicker to knock n-ggas, sicker than leukemia, loc

[hook: kurupt]
push back, ride to the fullest
dogg pound tossin’ bullets, ride to the fullest
kurupt and dat n-gga d-a to the motherf-ckin’ z
d.p. motherf-ckin’ g.c
i’m just too much, snoop too much, soopafly too much
grip the heater, dump, bust
bigg nate too much, what you talkin’ ’bout?
nothin’ but them riders with automatics, we shut ’em down
dogg pound

[daz dillinger]
who want it like never before?
you know the bullsh-t stop when we walk through the door
malicious and viscous, i’m dishin’ out the slugs that be spittin’
you know me and my n-gga young gotti, yeah we back on a mission
we ridin’ with somethin’ fully automatic, lettin’ them n-ggas have it
boom-boom motherf-cker, you ain’t the f-ckin’ baddest
n0body, daz dillinger, my n-gga young gotti
12-gauge shotty shootin’ up the party
dilly illy, beat a n-gga with a billy club
yeah i’m gangsta n-gga, i represent for the thugs
cause i get sick when i lose it, check out the way i abuse it
daz and kurupt, kurupt and daz, yeah that gangsta music
cruisin’ in the fastlane, stupid, dumb, and insane
yeah them d.p.g. n-ggas, we back with the gang
yeah, daz and kurupt, kurupt and daz is back
motherf-cker, so lay down flat (blaow!)
it’s like that, sicker where i come from
dogg pound gangstas n-gga, you don’t want none

[daz dillinger]
yeah!, you know the dogg pound is back up in this motherf-cker
doin’ what the f-ck we know what we supposed to n-gga
blaze up the motherf-ckin’ weed!

i inhale the smoke, blow it out, n-gga keep puffin’
enough ain’t enough, n-gga so keep on bustin’

[kurupt]
what the f-ck’s wrong with you n-ggas, bustas
that’s why we don’t get along with you n-ggas, motherf-cker

[daz dillinger]
i park the ‘llac by the curb, my d’s shinin’
re-designin’ my format, you already know that

[kurupt]
blast back, blaze a sack, tell me what you lookin’ at
l.t. dropped the beat, me and d-a-z complete

[daz dillinger]
we serious and furious when we on the trigger
them dogg pound n-ggas they carry nine millimeters

[kurupt]
what the f-ck you thought it was, we in to carmelitas
we never leave the house without indica and heaters

[daz dillinger]
cause we can’t hold back, n-ggas just know that

[kurupt]
low like low jack, and dogg pound throwbacks

[daz dillinger]
(ride) – to the motherf-ckin’ fullest

[kurupt]
dogg pound gangstas ridin’ and tossin’ bullets

- d p g

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