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letra de dpgc: u know what i'm throwin' up - daz dillinger

[snoop dogg]
dpgc, you know what i’m throwin’ up

[daz dillinger]
yeaaa!
y’all n-ggas know what time it is, yeah
you know we about to get stupid in this motherf-cker!
yeah, all my motherf-ckin’ gangsta’s put your motherf-ckin’ hands in the air

who’s the n-gga that you love to hate?
don’t debate, bust you – dead in your face
hold up! wait a minute as i get down and dirty with it
smokin’ my spinach, dat n-gga daz is a menace
and i’m finna get gangsta with it
i’m outta the cut with some sh-t that i wrote
with my dogghouse n-ggas, so you know i must be dope but i..
rat-tat-tat-tat that -ss
what the f-ck, dat n-gga daz won’t stop
til’ i get the cash
i mash for the cars, and i’ll bash your jaw
blue and grey khakis with the all-star’s
ten years of this gangsta sh-t
bumpin’ your system front and back and you know that it’s crip
one n-gga left the crew, somethin’ we grew
to my monumental n-ggas that draped in all blue
greyed out, with the white trim nike’s
with my first cousin bigg snoop dogg right behind me
wanna die? try me
with them ak twins drop like siamese
get down to grindin’, yo n-gga, f-ck signs

[snoop dogg]
suge knight is a fat b-tch! ha ha

[daz dillinger]
i be the n-gga with an all gat tucked in my drawers
why n-gga? cause i’m down by law
d-o-double-g p-o-u-n-d, g-a-n-g-s-t-a c-r-i-p
tell me what time it is cuh, ???? ???
showin’ y’all ???? n-ggas there’s no love
i thug it up, i slug it up, i tug it up
i dpgc n-gga, you know what i’m throwin’ uuuuup!

[chorus: daz dillinger]
dpgc n-gga, you know what i’m throwin’ uuuuup!
yeah, and you know we gonna keep it gangsta up in this motherf-cker
sh-t, i see my n-gga goldie loc, what’s up cuh!

[goldie loc]
still ridin’, eastsidin’
hittin’ switches, slappin’ b-tches, makin’ my riches
cold crippin’, stay dippin’, still rippin’
dippin’ my cigarettes, fool i’m still trippin’
kick on back and ease your cool
cause everybody know that daz and goldie actin’ fool
snoop in the cadillac, rollin’ up the whole sack
i’m sitting in this motherf-cker, holdin’ on this mini-mack
so say it ain’t gangsta..
you one of them rollin’ 21 five boys, n-gga ain’t ya?
you got that right, now back your -ss up here come them criptonites
i’m from the land of notorious gangstas (long beach!)
with a big “eastside” always crip hard and stay anxious
spittin’ the heat, movin’ the street

[daz dillinger]
goldie loc and d-a-z, motherf-cker!

[chorus: daz dillinger]
dpgc n-gga, you know what i’m throwin’ uuuuup!
yeah, dat n-gga daz is most definately in the motherf-ckin’ house
yeah, that’s what i’m talkin’ about, ha ha

[daz dillinger]
i can’t quit givin’ you n-ggas the blues
double barrell shotty knockin’ them n-ggas right out their shoes
solo’s and crews
i…c-ck the tool and rebuild the n-gga whole frame and burnin’ this fuse
i wasn’t born to lose
i know your mind, your heart, your soul ain’t what it seems to be
when the cannon explode you and your boys is history
i told the story of a lifetime, came back with the right rhyme
2003 yeah it’s all mine
so bow down and recognize to a boss
i made the sh-t up n-gga, so how you talk
you better walk the walk before your -ss get chalked
see i stalk the street n-gga day and dark
i spark the flame, i’ll leave you n-ggas all ashamed
with the gang motherf-cker we blast and maintain
you on the wrong side of the set, motherf-cker roll it up
dpgc n-gga, you know what i’m throwin’ uuuuup!

yeah! ha ha, you know what i’m throwin’ uuuuup!
dpgc n-gga, you know what i’m throwin’ uuuuup!
and it just don’t stop, dogghoused the f-ck out
like to say what’s up to my cousin bigg snoop dogg
goldie loc, tray deee, my n-gga soopafly
mr. b-a-d, mr. kane, latoia williams, my n-gga e-white
and i am dat n-gga daz
and we gonna keep it dogghoused out motherf-cker!
so all y’all can suuuck these nuts

[snoop dogg]
now…you understand what we sayin’?
dpgc…dogghouse
dat n-gga d-a-z, l-b-c
eastside for lizie
can you dig it?
oh ya, by the way, suge knight is a fat, d-ck suckin’, hatin’ -ss b-tch…f-cker!
oh ya, f-ck your wife too
no singin’ -ss b-tch
got dr. dre’s d-ck on her breath

- daz dillinger

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