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letra de introduction 2 mayhem - daz dillinger

[soopafly]
now here’s somethin’ for the dj’s, keep it pumpin’
real n-ggas from the street, throw up your heat
p-ss it around to that down b-tch that you f-ck with
stuck with it, hoo-ra, soopa’s the hoopla
in your hoopty, fly gucci apparell
if n-ggas get you hot, get your flare on
he’s a busta, n-gga must of not seen the black pistol glocks
you’s a columbian shuttle astronaut
f-ckin’ with the “blast-a-lot” kid
i’ma shoot, p-ss the rock – swish
n-ggas, throw up your fists like afro pick’s
up in this b-tch, i’ma make you move
grab my sh-t, layin’ everything down
stick up b-tch, i hate ya, choose
i’m a real – don, mackin’ every way
i play, but then again i don’t
i won’t come up short, i’m tall
look and then he ball
i’m sh-g, i’ll wax these f-ckers and i’m back
c’mon, my squad thick like redbones
what you doin’ ’round here n-gga?, i said gone
get – the f-ck out, back yo’ -ss up
b-tches – step up, back yo’ -ss up
the club rockin’, i’m stalkin’, chicken hawkin’
i pimp often, sh-t talk, grab my glock and i’m straight
hot like fire – propane
the way i touch and rush, you must have crushed ya
just a cold saying – “no game, no fame”
n-ggas mad, i flow dope like cocaine rivers
f-ck santa clause ’cause the hoe ain’t in us
label, check, pump, from pro’s to beginner’s
dogghouse f-ck your mouth
half these n-ggas can show most of these hoes what suckin’s about

[chorus]
p-o-u-n-d
n-ggas talk sh-t but ain’t f-ckin’ with me
soopa-fly, d-a-z
back in yo’ -ss, it’s still d.p.g
c-r-i-p now
2003, we are the pound
and then we shot that big -ss gun
take yo’ sh-t, now you best ta run

[daz dillinger]
you know what we do when we step on tour
kick a hole in the speaker, kick sh-t off on tour
i’m a dogg pound gangsta, all to the w-nksta’s
bank ya, get you face to face
i ain’t to intervene, me and my guillotine
hang you by the string or the th-rn, you’ve been warned
get up and throw your hands up, stand up for the cause
no flaws, bangin’ all y’all n-ggas on the cross
crucified, do or die
you and your homie, it’s you and i
watch out for this homicide
b-tch – i’ll leave you in a ditch
you and your f-ckin’ posse n-gga – you ain’t sh-t
i’ll come in quick, i’ll sink your battleship
shoot ’em up, do ’em up, and then we outey b-tch
can i rock the m-i-c?
or the phone, i’m pr-ne, i’m know to get it on, ho!
i’m theatrical, your b-tch is mack-able
i’ll sn-tch your hoe, you know i got to battle more
it’s time to build up my momentum
to society i’m a menace, i’m out on a mission
your hoes we deep fishin’
we dishin’ out the terror and mayhem
pistol whip you and your man
i can’t stand no p-ssy, soft, b-tch -ss n-gga
you hang with me, n-gga your pullin’ some triggers
on yo’ -ss for the ten figures
blow your back out to your liver and make you quiver, n-gga

[soopafly]
i’m a dogg pound gangsta – d.p.g
i’m a dogg pound gangsta – d.p.g
i’m a dogg pound gangsta – d.p.g
straight dogg pound gangsta – d.p.g
i’m a dogg pound gangsta – d.p.g
straight dogg pound gangsta – d.p.g

- daz dillinger

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