D.P.G. - 4 - L.I.F.E. - Daz Dillinger

Dippin' with my forty-five

You niggas gone make me lose it

Fuckin' with a Dogg Pound nigga for life, yeah

For life, yeah you better watch what you say

Livin' on the West Coast California, hey

Hey yo guess who’s back

It’s them niggas you don’t come around unless you strapped

Check it Daz and Soopa', we pressin' the fact

We givin' knockouts to niggas plus a lesson in rap

You shoulda kept your mouth closed, left it at that

Now we pullin' out the weapons, the tech and the mack

You shoulda played the back like a regular cat

Ya fucked up, you let your heart get ahead of your raps

Now we all up on yo' dome like a Mexican hat

Arriba bitch, I’ll separate your neck from your back

Punk nigga, I’ma tell ya straight to your face

Right before I take off bombin' straight to your face

It’s that West Coast, D-O double-G flow

Lookin' all around town but really don’t see no

Niggas who can fuck with that, buck quick nigga

Duck quick nigga, talk and get your strut hit nigga

What, who, pop and shit talk

Step up ya get rocked, raw move jack

Y’all niggas better Crip Walk up out my business

I’ll finish ya, cold sinister

Hoe administer, no gimmicks bruh

Slow quit it, ya steppin' on the wrong turf

We cock back with the Glock strap

Six feet fuckin' with this D. P

Dippin' on these niggas Llac’d up, chrome on the side

To make these niggas back up and I’m

Bangin' that gangsta music

Dippin' with my forty-five

You niggas gon' make me lose it

Fuckin' with a Dogg Pound nigga for life, yeah

For life, yeah you better watch what you say

Livin' on the West Coast California, hey

I’m a G in the highest degree

I told the B-U-L-L-shit to back off me

I ain’t havin' it, let it smoke and I’ll smoke yo ass

I finally can relax at last, on a mission on a serious task

The police wanna know who’s under the másk

Who makin', breakin' yourself for the jewelry and cash

Like Luda' I’m too furious and too damn fast

(And this is how I’m gon' do ya

Everyone around here who smoke Buddha)

I stay high all the time, double my money in this rap game

On point, hot to death, homie what a for sure aim

God damn it’s a motherfuckin' shame

How niggas keep kickin' up my name

You ain’t nobody, I turn the book, rip the page

I’m at the point where I’m about to get paid

I crave for this, misbehave with him and draw down on him

I had to learn, I had to stay focused

This goes out, to you know who

Who try to do what we do, and try to be like my crew

You fake ass gangstas, you’ll never be true

This is Dogg Pound Gang (Soopafly, Kurupt and Snoop)

So back up or get rolled on, we love to ride

(We smoke kush, smoke purple 'cause we love to get high)

'Cause I’m

I’m with my kinfolk, we blowin' big dope

We on this big boat, this shit is no joke

We on the West Coast, yeah we got the best smoke

Baby girl jumped out the boat and did the breast stroke

And now a nigga floatin', but on a different note

Cause 'Fly just flew in and cuz bought some different smoke

So, so, tell me what a nigga paid

I’ll back-slap ya, I’m your papi, what that nigga say?

You better keep it on the low or don’t speak at all

And tell Shameka and Konica I’ma freak 'em dog

See when I ride up, you know I fire it up

I throw a party on the block and get ya wired up

See it’s the big boss, I’m in the big house

With the bitch who suck dick with the big mouth

I set the big trap for the big mouse

I left him stuck him for his cheese

Now I breeze, nigga please, bang on

Yeah, so so gangsta

You know what time it is, we run this gangsta shit

West Coast to the fullest

Dat Nigga Daz, Soopafly, Kurupt, Snoop Dogg

Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin' about nigga

The ultimate gangsta crew

Dogg Pound Gangsta, Crip