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letra de whoop! whoop! - dj pooh

[verse 1: kam]
godd-mn that n-gga kam back on the scene
with the brown & black on the same team
the rap game seem so f-cked up
if a real n-gga ever got in he probably lucked up
these n-ggas sucked up our hood game
got fame and locced up using our name
it’s a shame you got rich off of our stress and strife
and you ain’t never gang banged in ya life!
ya wife the one that really wear the pants in the house
so answer this, is you a man or a mouse?
tricky like mickey when it comes to cheese,
(yeah) you took a little quickie from the g’s
but that’s cool though you did a do-low
but after every show now the homies ask where that fool go?
and soon you’ll know what we bothered about
when you hear my n-ggas hollerin’ out

[hook]
where all the eastside n-ggas at?
whoop whoop!
where all the westside n-ggas at?
whoop whoop!
where all the northside n-ggas at?
whoop whoop!
where all the southside n-ggas at?
whoop whoop whoop!
where all the eastside n-ggas at?
whoop whoop!
where all the westside n-ggas at?
whoop whoop!
where all the northside n-ggas at?
whoop whoop!
where all the southside n-ggas at?
whoop whoop whoop!

[verse 2]
it’s that gangsta sh-t and if you really wanna know
i got thangs to spit and if you feel he run the show
then you a busta too so what must i do?
how many real rap n-ggas is it? (just a few)
i put my trust in you like the oj jury
but you dissed so feel my fists of fury!
sure we used to be cool and all that junk
little fat pot belly big t-tty duck [?] punk
with junk in yo trunk like pam
on martin don’t be startin’ up no sh-t with kam
cause i’ll f-ck you up you just ain’t knowin’
keep your eyes on the road and watch where you going
you takin’ all my shots
like the “w” you took from me, n-gga; stands for watts
tryin’ to say it stand for yo group
but like toucan sam kam can always smell a fruit loop

[verse 3]
you can’t see these g’s in no kinda way
so what you wanna do, what you tryin to say?
was you the only one dissin’ or they were too
cause we can all go head up on pay per view!
tryin to get ya crew to do ya dirty work
you little nerdy jerk take this and watch the birdies chirp
this eastside n-gga make me bow down
where all the c-hogs & b-dogs showdown
not to mention the brotherhood
that’s f.o.i. k!llas to make it understood
i shoulda beat yo -ss in chicago
don’t need security guards wherever i go
and if it wasn’t for mustafa i really doubt
anybody else coulda saved you from gettin’ knocked out
that’s what i’m about n-ggas gave me the scoop
say what you k!llin’ rickets & sloops!

[verse 4]
how could i diss thee let me count the ways
see i can talk about yo -ss for days
i know sh-t about you you don’t even know
and if it wasn’t for us you wouldn’t even be breathin’, bro
that’s for sho’, this ain’t no fairy tale sh-t
but look at the thanks i get!
a hit record don’t mean a motherf-ck to me
n-ggas gave you a p-ss reluctantly
cause you told em you was with us the f.o.i
and the n-ggas that was with me when i left know why
i said, “f-ck street knowledge!” and sat far away
“f-ck ice cube and pat charbonnet!”
i gave all i could give
but n-ggas know we all work and know we all live
and tryin’ to f-ck me that’s the worst mistake you could’ve made
y’all cursed til the price is paid

[outro]
solo: what’s up n-gga you got beef with me n-gga?
cube: naw i ain’t got beef with you n-gga!
solo: you got beef with my homeboy n-gga?
cube: yo homeboy got beef with me!
solo: you got beef with me then n-gga
cube: and!

- dj pooh

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