You niggaz just don't get it, do you? Young Roscoe, the sodo YA, Dogg Poung, Kurupt, Young Gotti Yeah, started November 23rd, 1972 an' 83 Put me on lockdown an' sneak out back An' when the cameras ain't rollin', I sneak a sack Let's make one thing clear, this ain't no democracy Not while you listenin' to my CD You see right now, ain't no other rappers hot but me Oh, yeah, Pac an' B.I.G., R.I.P. But if you ain't feelin' the same way, press 'Eject' I'll even give you 5 seconds Yeah, Tabasco, yeah The wait is finally done with, the time is now YA, like who want it, we in it to run it The album's done, nigga, Volume 1, nigga Tabasco sauce all over the track That nigga, Roscoe'll boss all over the track He make the 'Girls All Pause', yeah, they open to that Now who you know the flow talkin' about approachin' a mac? Without a stack of doe with some dodo to roll fat I'm a top notch nigga, hand an' cotch trippa Cut your arm off to get to the watch quicka Not tryin' to do it all, can't see Juvy Hall Too many booty calls, my nigga, duty calls I'm used to ditchin' classes, roamin' through the halls I roam with the Young Assasins, that's where I belong Put me on lockdown an' sneak out back An' when the cameras ain't rollin', I sneak a sack Let's make one thing clear, this ain't no democracy Not while you listenin' to my CD You see right now, ain't no other rappers hot but me Oh, yeah, Pac an' B.I.G., R.I.P. But if you ain't feelin' the same way, press 'Eject' I'll even give you 5 seconds These young niggaroes comin' with sicka flows Hit you with the Figure 4, Rock Bottom Me an' my dogs gettin' paper'd up Rippin' 'em up after sherds an' YA it up from top to bottom Rocks? Yeah, we got that but we don't wear 'em What about glocks? Yeah, we got those but we don't carry Well, what about plots? Fo' sho' we got those but we don't ever share 'em We bury 'em in the back of our mind until it's time to smash Only in it temporary for cash An' stearin' clear from the phonies 'coz they scary to blast But where were the mass murderin', Young Assassins murderin' tracks To linguish an' we all know how to act It's YA 'til we die, do or die, homicide When we rob, when we ride, nigga, side We oblide by the rules, ride by the fools Throwin' up my squad, holdin' up high for the crew You know how we do Yeah, it's plain, simple, I got a plan Go, get this money an' shake I'm breakin' 'em off like the umbilical cord Takin' 'em off the billboard, chargin' through at full force An' first to walk in, torch 'em hot to death Ready to scorch 'em, I'll leave 'em all stiff like starch I noticed a lotta y'all pups like to bark But don't never hit the fence at night when it gets dark You better hope the Pitbulls never get loose 'Coz best believe, we comin' to get you Shitzus I'm scopin' so many sheep in wolves clothin', it's pitiful Analyze the situation, hypocritical Cynical criminals, indespicable individuals Supplyin' the heat, rocks bumpin' through yo' digital Whenever you dippin' through the ghetto Whippin' the '62 Chevy, blowin' heavy, goin' 70 With one hand on the steerin' wheel Tryin' to hold it steady, hittin' the switch 'Coz only Dogg Pound Gangstas could spit it like this An' that's on the intro, so big, so big © ROYNET MUSIC; FLOSSY MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com