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I see my niggaz all in the cut\nLayed back, actin' a nut, waitin' 'til we 'rupt\nNo remorse, as we bust, let you feel the dust\nLet us do what we gotta do, it's fuckin' it up\n\nLet it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone\nAll alone roamin' ya neighborhood at high exhaust\nHigh stylin' and profilin', niggaz comin' after me\n(Fuck y'all)\nIn actuality they face the technicality\n\n(Whattup dawg?)\nLet 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy\n(Hell yeah)\nOn site a nigga die for the salary\n(Boo-ya)\nWe the gang and we walk like we talk and we stalk\nAnd we do what we do after dark\n(Yeah)\n\nThis is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nYeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nNigga, I buy new blocks for war, a few shots, a broad\nThat make you drop, then I'ma pop two cops or more\nI'm too hot, come through wit' two proper whores\nPlayin' Tupac Shakur, gettin 'em blue socks, the Lord\n\nCrooked I's the name, man that boy just hopped off the train\nWearin' a platinum chain striked with thang\nIt's the youth game, doin' it big\nYou don't like it, you and yo' kid, get you and the whip, shit\n\nNigga, I spray clips, shots flop quicker than space ships\nThen shape shift yo' facial, \"Matrix\" like a face lift\nSo face it, y'all ain't nuttin' to see\nAin't a nigga dead or alive who fuckin' wit' me\n\nKeep the Death Row chains out\nMy left [unverified] connect so hard your head blow\nNow let's blow brains out, just thought I had to warn ya\nDon't come to Long Beach, Cali, take off on ya [unverified], nigga\n\nThis is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nYeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nInnie, minnie, mini, mo, pick the do' or the flo'\nHoe you gotta go if you ain't takin' off ya clothes\nAll I really wanna do is stick a dick up in you\nSo fast, in a flash, then I gotta slash, whattup Daz?\n\nWe the realist, kickin' back, and feelin' real chillin'\nDope laws, ooh you get tossed, we dump nigga\nIt ain't nuttin' to applaud\nNever slippin' dick nigga, to the West then took it straight\n\n\"This kid's a psycho gramma\", fuck a hoe cous'\nTook it, what it is, what it was\nBlood, nigga what it is, what is was\nMy niggaz, California nigga what it is\n\nFuck the rap game if you can't pay Mayne\nObsessed with the West, rack 'em shells\n(West coast)\nAnd we started off the motherfuckin' multi-platinum sales\nBiatch\n\nThis is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nYeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nThis is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nYeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nGangsta rap, gangsta rap\nGangsta rap, gangsta rap, gangsta rap\n\nYeah, two gangstas from radio\nKurupt, kill Blood, Daz Dillinger, Crooked I, yeah\nBiatch","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.97] Yeah, it's that untouchable gangsta Crooked in to I go\n[00:04.55] I'm from a long lost tribe called, \"Fuck a Hoe\"\n[00:07.20] Come through in a new Chevy\n[00:09.13] Droppin' game like it's too heavy\n[00:11.84] Well for you suckers that's the ceiling\n[00:14.56] A metaphor for over ya head, dumb dumb\n[00:18.29] Speak to ya double O.G.\n[00:18.38] That's where good game come from Dogg Poundin'\n[00:23.80] Six straight, six fo', L co's, missed it\n[00:40.89] 'Cause that's what one of us, nigga don't touch it\n[00:42.66] The people of the side for the urban\n[00:45.44] I like to work for top, or make 'em work it\n[00:47.29] Whattup? I see my niggaz all in the cut\n[00:49.99] Layed back, actin' a nut, waitin' 'til we 'rupt\n[00:52.63] No remorse, as we bust, let you feel the dust\n[00:54.40] Let us do what we gotta do, it's fuckin' it up\n[00:57.26] Let it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone\n[00:59.99] All alone roamin' ya neighborhood at high exhaust\n[01:01.77] High stylin' and profilin', niggaz comin' after me\n[01:04.50] (Fuck y'all)\n[01:05.34] In actuality they face the technicality\n[01:07.20] (Whattup dawg?)\n[01:07.91] Let 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy\n[01:09.80] (Hell yeah)\n[01:10.61] On site a nigga die for the salary\n[01:11.53] (Boo-ya)\n[01:12.40] We the gang and we walk like we talk and we stalk\n[01:15.13] And we do what we do after dark\n[01:16.06] (Yeah)\n[01:17.00] This is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n[01:18.83] What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n[01:21.52] What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n[01:24.25] You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n[01:26.12] Yeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n[01:28.86] What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n[01:30.60] What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n[01:33.39] You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n[01:36.15] Nigga, I buy new blocks for war, a few shots, a broad\n[01:38.88] That make you drop, then I'ma pop two cops or more\n[01:40.69] I'm too hot, come through wit' two proper whores\n[01:43.35] Playin' Tupac Shakur, gettin 'em blue socks, the Lord\n[01:46.14] Crooked I's the name, man that boy just hopped off the train\n[01:48.84] Wearin' a platinum chain striked with thang\n[01:50.64] It's the youth game, doin' it big\n[01:52.44] You don't like it, you and yo' kid, get you and the whip, shit\n[01:55.18] Nigga, I spray clips, shots flop quicker than space ships\n[01:57.94] Then shape shift yo' facial, \"Matrix\" like a face lift\n[02:00.61] So face it, y'all ain't nuttin' to see\n[02:02.47] Ain't a nigga dead or alive who fuckin' wit' me\n[02:05.12] Keep the Death Row chains out\n[02:07.02] My left [unverified] connect so hard your head blow\n[02:08.84] Now let's blow brains out, just thought I had to warn ya\n[02:12.46] Don't come to Long Beach, Cali, take off on ya [unverified], nigga\n[02:15.17] This is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n[02:17.09] What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n[02:19.78] What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n[02:22.42] You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n[02:24.22] Yeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n[02:27.08] What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n[02:29.79] What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n[02:31.50] You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n[02:34.20] Innie, minnie, mini, mo, pick the do' or the flo'\n[02:37.06] Hoe you gotta go if you ain't takin' off ya clothes\n[02:38.83] All I really wanna do is stick a dick up in you\n[02:41.56] So fast, in a flash, then I gotta slash, whattup Daz?\n[02:45.72] We the realist, kickin' back, and feelin' real chillin'\n[02:48.45] Dope laws, ooh you get tossed, we dump nigga\n[02:52.15] It ain't nuttin' to applaud\n[02:53.98] Never slippin' dick nigga, to the West then took it straight\n[02:56.67] \"This kid's a psycho gramma\", fuck a hoe cous'\n[02:59.36] Took it, what it is, what it was\n[03:01.27] Blood, nigga what it is, what is was\n[03:03.06] My niggaz, California nigga what it is\n[03:05.72] Fuck the rap game if you can't pay Mayne\n[03:08.51] Obsessed with the West, rack 'em shells\n[03:09.25] (West coast)\n[03:10.14] And we started off the motherfuckin' multi-platinum sales\n[03:12.88] Biatch\n[03:13.75] This is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n[03:15.69] What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n[03:18.32] What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n[03:20.18] You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n[03:22.83] Yeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n[03:25.68] What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n[03:27.45] What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n[03:30.13] You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n[03:32.97] This is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n[03:34.77] What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n[03:37.45] What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n[03:39.26] You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n[03:42.06] Yeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n[03:44.75] What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n[03:46.56] What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n[03:49.22] You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n[03:53.79] Gangsta rap, gangsta rap\n[03:58.33] Gangsta rap, gangsta rap, gangsta rap\n[04:04.55] Yeah, two gangstas from radio\n[04:08.24] Kurupt, kill Blood, Daz Dillinger, Crooked I, yeah\n[04:18.48] Biatch\n[04:22.94] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gangsta Rap\n  artist: Tha Dogg Pound Feat. 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See my niggas all in the cut\nLaid back, jackin a nut, waitin till we erupt\nNo remorse as we bust, let you feel the dust\nLet us do what we gotta do to start fuckin it up\nLet it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone\nAll alone, roll in your neighborhood high as a clone\nHigh stylin, profilin, niggas comin after me\nIn actuality, they fake to take the casualty\nLet 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy\nOn site, niggas die for they salary\nWe the gang and we walk like we talk\nAnd we stalk and we do what we do after dark\nYeah, this is for the ballers (Gangsta rap)\nWhat all the hoes love (Gangsta rap)\nWhat you hop ya 6-4 to? (Gangsta rap)\nYou can do what you want to (Gangsta rap)\nYeah, this is for the ballers (Gangsta rap)\nWhat all the hoes love (Gangsta rap)\nWhat you hop ya 6-4 to? 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See my niggas all in the cut\n  Laid back, jackin a nut, waitin till we erupt\n  No remorse as we bust, let you feel the dust\n  Let us do what we gotta do to start fuckin it up\n  Let it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone\n  All alone, roll in your neighborhood high as a clone\n  High stylin, profilin, niggas comin after me\n  In actuality, they fake to take the casualty\n  Let 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy\n  On site, niggas die for they salary\n  We the gang and we walk like we talk\n  And we stalk and we do what we do after dark\n  Yeah, this is for the ballers (Gangsta rap)\n  What all the hoes love (Gangsta rap)\n  What you hop ya 6-4 to? (Gangsta rap)\n  You can do what you want to (Gangsta rap)\n  Yeah, this is for the ballers (Gangsta rap)\n  What all the hoes love (Gangsta rap)\n  What you hop ya 6-4 to? (Gangsta rap)\n  You can do what you want to (Gangsta rap)\n  Nigga, I buy new Glocks for war, a few shots of raw\n  To make you drop, then I'mma pop two cops or more\n  I'm too hot, come through with two proper whores\n  Playin 2Pac Shakur, gettin in blue socks galore\n  Crooked I's the name, man that boy'll hop off the train\n  Wearin a platinum chain, strapped with that thang\n  It's the youth gang doin it big\n  You don't like it, you and your kid get two in the wig, shit\n  Nigga I spray clips, shots fly quicker than space ships\n  And shape-shift your facial matrix like a face-lift\n  So face it, y'all ain't nothin to see\n  Ain't a nigga dead or alive who fuckin with me\n  Keep them Death Row chains out\n  My left blow connects so hard your head roll now\n  Let's blow brains out (Uh-huh) Just thought I had to warn ya\n  Don't come to Long Beach Cali, take off on ya phone ya nigga\n  Yeah, this is for the ballers (Gangsta rap)\n  What all the hoes love (Gangsta rap)\n  What you hop ya 6-4 to? 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See my niggas all in the cut\nLaid back, actin' a nut\nWaitin' till we erupt\nNo remorse as we bust\nLet you feel the dust\nLet us do what we gotta do, it's fuckin' it up\nLet it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone\nAll alone, roll in your neighborhood, high as a float\nHigh stylin', profilin', niggas comin' after me\n\nIn actuality, they face the technicality\nLet 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy\nOn sight niggas die for they salary\n\nWe the gang and we walk like we talk\nAnd we stalk and we do what we do after dark\n\nThis is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat you hop your six-fo' to? Gangsta rap\nYou can do what you want to, gangsta rap\nYeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat you hop your six-fo' to? 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See my niggas all in the cut\n[00:50.53] Laid back, actin' a nut\n[00:51.94] Waitin' till we erupt\n[00:52.94] No remorse as we bust\n[00:54.41] Let you feel the dust\n[00:55.36] Let us do what we gotta do, it's fuckin' it up\n[00:57.78] Let it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone\n[01:00.26] All alone, roll in your neighborhood, high as a float\n[01:02.79] High stylin', profilin', niggas comin' after me\n[01:05.48] In actuality, they face the technicality\n[01:08.05] Let 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy\n[01:10.58] On sight niggas die for they salary\n[01:12.45] We the gang and we walk like we talk\n[01:14.62] And we stalk and we do what we do after dark\n[01:17.42] This is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n[01:19.58] What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n[01:21.97] What you hop your six-fo' to? 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See my niggas all in the cut\n  Laid back, actin' a nut\n  Waitin' till we erupt\n  No remorse as we bust\n  Let you feel the dust\n  Let us do what we gotta do, it's fuckin' it up\n  Let it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone\n  All alone, roll in your neighborhood, high as a float\n  High stylin', profilin', niggas comin' after me\n\n  In actuality, they face the technicality\n  Let 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy\n  On sight niggas die for they salary\n\n  We the gang and we walk like we talk\n  And we stalk and we do what we do after dark\n\n  This is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n  What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n  What you hop your six-fo' to? Gangsta rap\n  You can do what you want to, gangsta rap\n  Yeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n  What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n  What you hop your six-fo' to? Gangsta rap\n  You can do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\n  Nigga, I buy new Glocks for war\n  A few shots of raw\n  To make you drop, then I'ma pop two cops or more\n  I'm too hot, come through with two proper whores\n  Playin' 2Pac Shakur, gettin' in blue socks galore\n  Crooked I's the name\n\n  Man, that boy hop off the train\n  Wearin' a platinum chain, strapped with that thang\n  It's the youth gang doin' it big\n\n  You don't like it, you and your kid get two in the wig, shit\n\n  Nigga, I spray clips\n  Shots fly quicker than spaceships\n  And shapeshift your facial matrix like a facelift\n  So face it, y'all ain't nothin' to see\n  Ain't a nigga dead or alive who fuckin' with me\n\n  Keep them Death Row chains out\n  My left throw connects so hard your head roll\n  Now let's blow brains out (Uh-huh)\n  Just thought I had to warn ya\n  Don't come to Long Beach, Cali, take off on your phone, ya nigga\n\n  This is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n  What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n  What you hop your six-fo' to? 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(Ehh) We the realest\n  Kickin' back and feelin' real peelin'\n\n  Don't floss, or you get tossed\n  We dump, nigga, it ain't nothin' to a boss\n  I'm never slippin', dip-dippin', West head trippin'\n  Straight schizo-psycho-ramo\n  Fuck a ho, cuz, nigga, what it is, what it was\n  Blood, nigga, what it is, what it was\n  My niggas, California, nigga, what it is\n  Fuck the rap game if you can't pay, mane\n  Upset cause the West (West coast) rock them shells\n  And we started off the motherfuckin' multi-platinum sales\n\n  This is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n  What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n  What you hop your six-fo' to? Gangsta rap\n  You can do what you want to, gangsta rap\n  Yeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n  What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n  What you hop your six-fo' to? Gangsta rap\n  You can do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\n  Yeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n  What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n  What you hop your six-fo' to? 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I see my niggaz all in the cut\nLayed back, actin' a nut, waitin' 'til we 'rupt\nNo remorse, as we bust, let you feel the dust\nLet us do what we gotta do, it's fuckin' it up\n\nLet it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone\nAll alone roamin' ya neighborhood at high exhaust\nHigh stylin' and profilin', niggaz comin' after me\n(Fuck y'all)\nIn actuality they face the technicality\n\n(Whattup dawg?)\nLet 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy\n(Hell yeah)\nOn site a nigga die for the salary\n(Boo-ya)\nWe the gang and we walk like we talk and we stalk\nAnd we do what we do after dark\n(Yeah)\n\nThis is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nYeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nNigga, I buy new blocks for war, a few shots, a broad\nThat make you drop, then I'ma pop two cops or more\nI'm too hot, come through wit' two proper whores\nPlayin' Tupac Shakur, gettin 'em blue socks, the Lord\n\nCrooked I's the name, man that boy just hopped off the train\nWearin' a platinum chain striked with thang\nIt's the youth game, doin' it big\nYou don't like it, you and yo' kid, get you and the whip, shit\n\nNigga, I spray clips, shots flop quicker than space ships\nThen shape shift yo' facial, \"Matrix\" like a face lift\nSo face it, y'all ain't nuttin' to see\nAin't a nigga dead or alive who fuckin' wit' me\n\nKeep the Death Row chains out\nMy left [unverified] connect so hard your head blow\nNow let's blow brains out, just thought I had to warn ya\nDon't come to Long Beach, Cali, take off on ya [unverified], nigga\n\nThis is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nYeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nInnie, minnie, mini, mo, pick the do' or the flo'\nHoe you gotta go if you ain't takin' off ya clothes\nAll I really wanna do is stick a dick up in you\nSo fast, in a flash, then I gotta slash, whattup Daz?\n\nWe the realist, kickin' back, and feelin' real chillin'\nDope laws, ooh you get tossed, we dump nigga\nIt ain't nuttin' to applaud\nNever slippin' dick nigga, to the West then took it straight\n\n\"This kid's a psycho gramma\", fuck a hoe cous'\nTook it, what it is, what it was\nBlood, nigga what it is, what is was\nMy niggaz, California nigga what it is\n\nFuck the rap game if you can't pay Mayne\nObsessed with the West, rack 'em shells\n(West coast)\nAnd we started off the motherfuckin' multi-platinum sales\nBiatch\n\nThis is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nYeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nThis is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nYeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nGangsta rap, gangsta rap\nGangsta rap, gangsta rap, gangsta rap\n\nYeah, two gangstas from radio\nKurupt, kill Blood, Daz Dillinger, Crooked I, yeah\nBiatch","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.97] Yeah, it's that untouchable gangsta Crooked in to I go\n[00:04.55] I'm from a long lost tribe called, \"Fuck a Hoe\"\n[00:07.20] Come through in a new Chevy\n[00:09.13] Droppin' game like it's too heavy\n[00:11.84] Well for you suckers that's the ceiling\n[00:14.56] A metaphor for over ya head, dumb dumb\n[00:18.29] Speak to ya double O.G.\n[00:18.38] That's where good game come from Dogg Poundin'\n[00:23.80] Six straight, six fo', L co's, missed it\n[00:40.89] 'Cause that's what one of us, nigga don't touch it\n[00:42.66] The people of the side for the urban\n[00:45.44] I like to work for top, or make 'em work it\n[00:47.29] Whattup? 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fo', L co's, missed it\n  'Cause that's what one of us, nigga don't touch it\n  The people of the side for the urban\n  I like to work for top, or make 'em work it\n\n  Whattup? I see my niggaz all in the cut\n  Layed back, actin' a nut, waitin' 'til we 'rupt\n  No remorse, as we bust, let you feel the dust\n  Let us do what we gotta do, it's fuckin' it up\n\n  Let it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone\n  All alone roamin' ya neighborhood at high exhaust\n  High stylin' and profilin', niggaz comin' after me\n  (Fuck y'all)\n  In actuality they face the technicality\n\n  (Whattup dawg?)\n  Let 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy\n  (Hell yeah)\n  On site a nigga die for the salary\n  (Boo-ya)\n  We the gang and we walk like we talk and we stalk\n  And we do what we do after dark\n  (Yeah)\n\n  This is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n  What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n  What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n  You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\n  Yeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n  What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n  What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n  You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\n  Nigga, I buy new blocks for war, a few shots, a broad\n  That make you drop, then I'ma pop two cops or more\n  I'm too hot, come through wit' two proper whores\n  Playin' Tupac Shakur, gettin 'em blue socks, the Lord\n\n  Crooked I's the name, man that boy just hopped off the train\n  Wearin' a platinum chain striked with thang\n  It's the youth game, doin' it big\n  You don't like it, you and yo' kid, get you and the whip, shit\n\n  Nigga, I spray clips, shots flop quicker than space ships\n  Then shape shift yo' facial, \"Matrix\" like a face lift\n  So face it, y'all ain't nuttin' to see\n  Ain't a nigga dead or alive who fuckin' wit' me\n\n  Keep the Death Row chains out\n  My left [unverified] connect so hard your head blow\n  Now let's blow brains out, just thought I had to warn ya\n  Don't come to Long Beach, Cali, take off on ya [unverified], nigga\n\n  This is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n  What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n  What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n  You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\n  Yeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n  What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n  What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n  You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\n  Innie, minnie, mini, mo, pick the do' or the flo'\n  Hoe you gotta go if you ain't takin' off ya clothes\n  All I really wanna do is stick a dick up in you\n  So fast, in a flash, then I gotta slash, whattup Daz?\n\n  We the realist, kickin' back, and feelin' real chillin'\n  Dope laws, ooh you get tossed, we dump nigga\n  It ain't nuttin' to applaud\n  Never slippin' dick nigga, to the West then took it straight\n\n  \"This kid's a psycho gramma\", fuck a hoe cous'\n  Took it, what it is, what it was\n  Blood, nigga what it is, what is was\n  My niggaz, California nigga what it is\n\n  Fuck the rap game if you can't pay Mayne\n  Obsessed with the West, rack 'em shells\n  (West coast)\n  And we started off the motherfuckin' multi-platinum sales\n  Biatch\n\n  This is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n  What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n  What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n  You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\n  Yeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n  What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n  What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n  You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\n  This is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n  What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n  What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n  You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\n  Yeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n  What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n  What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n  You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\n  Gangsta rap, gangsta rap\n  Gangsta rap, gangsta rap, gangsta rap\n\n  Yeah, two gangstas from radio\n  Kurupt, kill Blood, Daz Dillinger, Crooked I, yeah\n  Biatch\n"},{"id":37293758,"name":"Gangsta Rap Ft. 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I see my niggaz all in the cut\nLayed back, actin' a nut, waitin' 'til we 'rupt\nNo remorse, as we bust, let you feel the dust\nLet us do what we gotta do, it's fuckin' it up\n\nLet it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone\nAll alone roamin' ya neighborhood at high exhaust\nHigh stylin' and profilin', niggaz comin' after me\n(Fuck y'all)\nIn actuality they face the technicality\n\n(Whattup dawg?)\nLet 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy\n(Hell yeah)\nOn site a nigga die for the salary\n(Boo-ya)\nWe the gang and we walk like we talk and we stalk\nAnd we do what we do after dark\n(Yeah)\n\nThis is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nYeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nNigga, I buy new blocks for war, a few shots, a broad\nThat make you drop, then I'ma pop two cops or more\nI'm too hot, come through wit' two proper whores\nPlayin' Tupac Shakur, gettin 'em blue socks, the Lord\n\nCrooked I's the name, man that boy just hopped off the train\nWearin' a platinum chain striked with thang\nIt's the youth game, doin' it big\nYou don't like it, you and yo' kid, get you and the whip, shit\n\nNigga, I spray clips, shots flop quicker than space ships\nThen shape shift yo' facial, \"Matrix\" like a face lift\nSo face it, y'all ain't nuttin' to see\nAin't a nigga dead or alive who fuckin' wit' me\n\nKeep the Death Row chains out\nMy left [unverified] connect so hard your head blow\nNow let's blow brains out, just thought I had to warn ya\nDon't come to Long Beach, Cali, take off on ya [unverified], nigga\n\nThis is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nYeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nInnie, minnie, mini, mo, pick the do' or the flo'\nHoe you gotta go if you ain't takin' off ya clothes\nAll I really wanna do is stick a dick up in you\nSo fast, in a flash, then I gotta slash, whattup Daz?\n\nWe the realist, kickin' back, and feelin' real chillin'\nDope laws, ooh you get tossed, we dump nigga\nIt ain't nuttin' to applaud\nNever slippin' dick nigga, to the West then took it straight\n\n\"This kid's a psycho gramma\", fuck a hoe cous'\nTook it, what it is, what it was\nBlood, nigga what it is, what is was\nMy niggaz, California nigga what it is\n\nFuck the rap game if you can't pay Mayne\nObsessed with the West, rack 'em shells\n(West coast)\nAnd we started off the motherfuckin' multi-platinum sales\nBiatch\n\nThis is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nYeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nThis is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nYeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nGangsta rap, gangsta rap\nGangsta rap, gangsta rap, gangsta rap\n\nYeah, two gangstas from radio\nKurupt, kill Blood, Daz Dillinger, Crooked I, yeah\nBiatch","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.97]Yeah, it's that untouchable gangsta Crooked in to I go\n[00:04.55]I'm from a long lost tribe called, \"Fuck a Hoe\"\n[00:07.20]Come through in a new Chevy\n[00:09.13]Droppin' game like it's too heavy\n[00:11.84]Well for you suckers that's the ceiling\n[00:14.56]A metaphor for over ya head, dumb dumb\n[00:18.29]Speak to ya double O.G.\n[00:18.38]That's where good game come from Dogg Poundin'\n[00:23.80]Six straight, six fo', L co's, missed it\n[00:40.89]'Cause that's what one of us, nigga don't touch it\n[00:42.66]The people of the side for the urban\n[00:45.44]I like to work for top, or make 'em work it\n[00:47.29]Whattup? I see my niggaz all in the cut\n[00:49.99]Layed back, actin' a nut, waitin' 'til we 'rupt\n[00:52.63]No remorse, as we bust, let you feel the dust\n[00:54.40]Let us do what we gotta do, it's fuckin' it up\n[00:57.26]Let it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone\n[00:59.99]All alone roamin' ya neighborhood at high exhaust\n[01:01.77]High stylin' and profilin', niggaz comin' after me\n[01:04.50](Fuck y'all)\n[01:05.34]In actuality they face the technicality\n[01:07.20](Whattup dawg?)\n[01:07.91]Let 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy\n[01:09.80](Hell yeah)\n[01:10.61]On site a nigga die for the salary\n[01:11.53](Boo-ya)\n[01:12.40]We the gang and we walk like we talk and we stalk\n[01:15.13]And we do what we do after dark\n[01:16.06](Yeah)\n[01:17.00]This is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n[01:18.83]What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n[01:21.52]What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n[01:24.25]You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n[01:26.12]Yeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n[01:28.86]What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n[01:30.60]What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n[01:33.39]You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n[01:36.15]Nigga, I buy new blocks for war, a few shots, a broad\n[01:38.88]That make you drop, then I'ma pop two cops or more\n[01:40.69]I'm too hot, come through wit' two proper whores\n[01:43.35]Playin' Tupac Shakur, gettin 'em blue socks, the Lord\n[01:46.14]Crooked I's the name, man that boy just hopped off the train\n[01:48.84]Wearin' a platinum chain striked with thang\n[01:50.64]It's the youth game, doin' it big\n[01:52.44]You don't like it, you and yo' kid, get you and the whip, shit\n[01:55.18]Nigga, I spray clips, shots flop quicker than space ships\n[01:57.94]Then shape shift yo' facial, \"Matrix\" like a face lift\n[02:00.61]So face it, y'all ain't nuttin' to see\n[02:02.47]Ain't a nigga dead or alive who fuckin' wit' me\n[02:05.12]Keep the Death Row chains out\n[02:07.02]My left [unverified] connect so hard your head blow\n[02:08.84]Now let's blow brains out, just thought I had to warn ya\n[02:12.46]Don't come to Long Beach, Cali, take off on ya [unverified], nigga\n[02:15.17]This is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n[02:17.09]What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n[02:19.78]What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n[02:22.42]You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n[02:24.22]Yeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n[02:27.08]What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n[02:29.79]What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n[02:31.50]You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n[02:34.20]Innie, minnie, mini, mo, pick the do' or the flo'\n[02:37.06]Hoe you gotta go if you ain't takin' off ya clothes\n[02:38.83]All I really wanna do is stick a dick up in you\n[02:41.56]So fast, in a flash, then I gotta slash, whattup Daz?\n[02:45.72]We the realist, kickin' back, and feelin' real chillin'\n[02:48.45]Dope laws, ooh you get tossed, we dump nigga\n[02:52.15]It ain't nuttin' to applaud\n[02:53.98]Never slippin' dick nigga, to the West then took it straight\n[02:56.67]\"This kid's a psycho gramma\", fuck a hoe cous'\n[02:59.36]Took it, what it is, what it was\n[03:01.27]Blood, nigga what it is, what is was\n[03:03.06]My niggaz, California nigga what it is\n[03:05.72]Fuck the rap game if you can't pay Mayne\n[03:08.51]Obsessed with the West, rack 'em shells\n[03:09.25](West coast)\n[03:10.14]And we started off the motherfuckin' multi-platinum sales\n[03:12.88]Biatch\n[03:13.75]This is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n[03:15.69]What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n[03:18.32]What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n[03:20.18]You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n[03:22.83]Yeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n[03:25.68]What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n[03:27.45]What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n[03:30.13]You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n[03:32.97]This is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n[03:34.77]What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n[03:37.45]What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n[03:39.26]You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n[03:42.06]Yeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n[03:44.75]What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n[03:46.56]What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n[03:49.22]You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n[03:53.79]Gangsta rap, gangsta rap\n[03:58.33]Gangsta rap, gangsta rap, gangsta rap\n[04:04.55]Yeah, two gangstas from radio\n[04:08.24]Kurupt, kill Blood, Daz Dillinger, Crooked I, yeah\n[04:18.48]Biatch\n[04:22.94]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Gangsta Rap Ft. 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fo', L co's, missed it\n  'Cause that's what one of us, nigga don't touch it\n  The people of the side for the urban\n  I like to work for top, or make 'em work it\n\n  Whattup? I see my niggaz all in the cut\n  Layed back, actin' a nut, waitin' 'til we 'rupt\n  No remorse, as we bust, let you feel the dust\n  Let us do what we gotta do, it's fuckin' it up\n\n  Let it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone\n  All alone roamin' ya neighborhood at high exhaust\n  High stylin' and profilin', niggaz comin' after me\n  (Fuck y'all)\n  In actuality they face the technicality\n\n  (Whattup dawg?)\n  Let 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy\n  (Hell yeah)\n  On site a nigga die for the salary\n  (Boo-ya)\n  We the gang and we walk like we talk and we stalk\n  And we do what we do after dark\n  (Yeah)\n\n  This is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n  What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n  What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n  You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\n  Yeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n  What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n  What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n  You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\n  Nigga, I buy new blocks for war, a few shots, a broad\n  That make you drop, then I'ma pop two cops or more\n  I'm too hot, come through wit' two proper whores\n  Playin' Tupac Shakur, gettin 'em blue socks, the Lord\n\n  Crooked I's the name, man that boy just hopped off the train\n  Wearin' a platinum chain striked with thang\n  It's the youth game, doin' it big\n  You don't like it, you and yo' kid, get you and the whip, shit\n\n  Nigga, I spray clips, shots flop quicker than space ships\n  Then shape shift yo' facial, \"Matrix\" like a face lift\n  So face it, y'all ain't nuttin' to see\n  Ain't a nigga dead or alive who fuckin' wit' me\n\n  Keep the Death Row chains out\n  My left [unverified] connect so hard your head blow\n  Now let's blow brains out, just thought I had to warn ya\n  Don't come to Long Beach, Cali, take off on ya [unverified], nigga\n\n  This is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n  What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n  What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n  You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\n  Yeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\n  What all the hoes love, gangsta rap\n  What the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\n  You could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\n  Innie, minnie, mini, mo, pick the do' or the flo'\n  Hoe you gotta go if you ain't takin' off ya clothes\n  All I really wanna do is stick a dick up in you\n  So fast, in a flash, then I gotta slash, whattup Daz?\n\n  We the realist, kickin' back, and feelin' real chillin'\n  Dope laws, ooh you get tossed, we dump nigga\n  It ain't nuttin' to applaud\n  Never slippin' dick nigga, to the West then took it straight\n\n  \"This kid's a psycho gramma\", fuck a hoe cous'\n  Took it, what it is, what it was\n  Blood, nigga what it is, what is was\n  My niggaz, California nigga what it is\n\n  Fuck the rap game if you can't pay Mayne\n  Obsessed with the West, rack 'em shells\n  (West coast)\n  And we started off the motherfuckin' multi-platinum sales\n  Biatch\n\n  This is for the 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Rap Essentials","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"{Oh yeah}\nWorld wide, west side\nYo\nMack 10 with Tha Dogg Pound\nYeah, and the hits don't stop {Sucka}\n{Nothin but the cavi}\nHey, Daz {Sup}\nCheck this out, dogNow when I come to ya'll hood, ya'll watch my back\nAnd when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack\nSo we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper\nCause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper\nMade the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast\nA parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased\nMack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be\nConnect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be\n\nIt ain't no questions asked\nYou down to blast for me?\nDown to ride for me?\nDown to die for me?\nI come through for these sucka-ass niggas who rep\nCome creepin up on shorty slowly, show him death\nPull out the Mack 90 automatic for static\nBlast a coupla niggas, leave em all panicked\nWe swirve and hit the curb, smoke some herb\nWe came up too much, and too tough, and too grub\n\nWe in the war zone,\nWhere the war's on\nWhere ya gun, nigga?\nShow em where you're from, nigga\nRidin-ass young nigga\nArsenel equipped, hot enough to scorch\nWith the double fours on the hip rollin with the force\nHe's out to catch a body\nTalking, but I thought this was a gangsta party\nNow he's walking around smarter\nNow he's about to see, talking about who's jumpin\nI'm about to get the pump to pumpin and start dumpin on somethin\n\nF**k you over there\n(Party over here)\n{And if you wanna trip, we got the straps near}\n\nCause niggas like us do platnium every year\n(And if I ruled this sphere)\n{Your sh*t'd disappear}\n\nNow everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air\nAnd wave em all around like ya just don't care\nWe're ridin dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy\nMack 10 and the Pound, dog, cookin nothin but the cavi\n\nI'm servin niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast\nDog, this west coast and our sh*t bump the most\nCause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle\nAnd everything I make, f**k around and be a single\nFrom the who bangin hit, to the yes, yes, ya'lls\nNow all down my halls, got plaques on my walls\nWe might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it\nBut the sh*t don't stop till we hit a meal ticked\n\nI'll be goddamned\nI'm in it for a meal ticket\nAnd the goal's succesful\nI don't know who to prove a show\nUsual swirve a corner and hit a block back-to-back\nYa'll don't know us like that,\nWhere the gang-banger's hang at\nThey \"Daz, are you a rider?\"\nI reply \"Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!\"\nFrom the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood\nOn a cash mission bailin hood to hood\n\nOnce upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice,\nI feel like loose-shakin niggas like dice\nForever in the day\nSay what you say\nOn the mic I display, Philly to L.A.\nI've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl\nTo 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back,\nIt's all about mashing, cashin heat in the stash\nWhen you're in the neigborhood of assassins\nWhat you say?\n\nWhat do you consider fun?\n(Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)\nAll day night, and all night long\n(Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)\nWhen you wake up in the morining\nAnd you start to yawn\n(Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)\nAll day night, and all night long\n(Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)\nC'mon, C'mon\n\n(Yeah, dub S.C.G.\nD.P.G.C.\nHa ha ha,\nTake a picture, trick\nTake a picture, trick\nTake a picture, trick\nIt might make ya rich\nWesssydeee,\nBiatch)\nDeath Row","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.68] {Oh yeah}\n[00:05.75] World wide, west side\n[00:09.44] Yo\n[00:11.29] Mack 10 with Tha Dogg Pound\n[00:14.34] Yeah, and the hits don't stop {Sucka}\n[00:18.31] {Nothin but the cavi}\n[00:20.29] Hey, Daz {Sup}\n[00:22.05] Check this out, dogNow when I come to ya'll hood, ya'll watch my back\n[00:26.22] And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack\n[00:28.62] So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper\n[00:31.44] Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper\n[00:33.78] Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast\n[00:36.14] A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased\n[00:38.98] Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be\n[00:41.44] Connect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be\n[00:43.74] It ain't no questions asked\n[00:45.09] You down to blast for me?\n[00:46.19] Down to ride for me?\n[00:47.35] Down to die for me?\n[00:48.54] I come through for these sucka-ass niggas who rep\n[00:50.71] Come creepin up on shorty slowly, show him death\n[00:53.43] Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static\n[00:55.76] Blast a coupla niggas, leave em all panicked\n[00:58.35] We swirve and hit the curb, smoke some herb\n[01:00.85] We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub\n[01:03.10] We in the war zone,\n[01:04.36] Where the war's on\n[01:05.30] Where ya gun, nigga?\n[01:06.50] Show em where you're from, nigga\n[01:07.36] Ridin-ass young nigga\n[01:08.48] Arsenel equipped, hot enough to scorch\n[01:10.57] With the double fours on the hip rollin with the force\n[01:13.23] He's out to catch a body\n[01:14.42] Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party\n[01:16.48] Now he's walking around smarter\n[01:18.06] Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumpin\n[01:20.04] I'm about to get the pump to pumpin and start dumpin on somethin\n[01:22.86] F**k you over there\n[01:24.21] (Party over here)\n[01:25.56] {And if you wanna trip, we got the straps near}\n[01:28.08] Cause niggas like us do platnium every year\n[01:30.06] (And if I ruled this sphere)\n[01:31.55] {Your sh*t'd disappear}\n[01:33.03] Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air\n[01:35.04] And wave em all around like ya just don't care\n[01:37.60] We're ridin dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy\n[01:40.58] Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cookin nothin but the cavi\n[01:42.44] I'm servin niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast\n[01:45.09] Dog, this west coast and our sh*t bump the most\n[01:47.43] Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle\n[01:49.78] And everything I make, f**k around and be a single\n[01:52.11] From the who bangin hit, to the yes, yes, ya'lls\n[01:54.86] Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls\n[01:57.45] We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it\n[01:59.66] But the sh*t don't stop till we hit a meal ticked\n[02:02.32] I'll be goddamned\n[02:03.25] I'm in it for a meal ticket\n[02:04.73] And the goal's succesful\n[02:05.82] I don't know who to prove a show\n[02:06.94] Usual swirve a corner and hit a block back-to-back\n[02:09.20] Ya'll don't know us like that,\n[02:10.70] Where the gang-banger's hang at\n[02:12.41] They \"Daz, are you a rider?\"\n[02:14.43] I reply \"Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!\"\n[02:16.83] From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood\n[02:19.20] On a cash mission bailin hood to hood\n[02:21.58] Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice,\n[02:24.57] I feel like loose-shakin niggas like dice\n[02:26.75] Forever in the day\n[02:28.00] Say what you say\n[02:29.14] On the mic I display, Philly to L.A.\n[02:31.44] I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl\n[02:33.97] To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back,\n[02:37.19] It's all about mashing, cashin heat in the stash\n[02:40.18] When you're in the neigborhood of assassins\n[03:01.00] What you say?\n[03:02.39] What do you consider fun?\n[03:04.16] (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)\n[03:06.44] All day night, and all night long\n[03:09.09] (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)\n[03:11.19] When you wake up in the morining\n[03:12.43] And you start to yawn\n[03:13.70] (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)\n[03:16.16] All day night, and all night long\n[03:18.39] (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)\n[03:19.87] C'mon, C'mon\n[03:21.79] (Yeah, dub S.C.G.\n[03:27.04] D.P.G.C.\n[03:30.10] Ha ha ha,\n[03:32.01] Take a picture, trick\n[03:33.59] Take a picture, 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I see my niggaz all in the cut\nLayed back, actin' a nut, waitin' 'til we 'rupt\nNo remorse, as we bust, let you feel the dust\nLet us do what we gotta do, it's fuckin' it up\n\nLet it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone\nAll alone roamin' ya neighborhood at high exhaust\nHigh stylin' and profilin', niggaz comin' after me\n(Fuck y'all)\nIn actuality they face the technicality\n\n(Whattup dawg?)\nLet 'em feel the battle, it was a tragedy\n(Hell yeah)\nOn site a nigga die for the salary\n(Boo-ya)\nWe the gang and we walk like we talk and we stalk\nAnd we do what we do after dark\n(Yeah)\n\nThis is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nYeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nNigga, I buy new blocks for war, a few shots, a broad\nThat make you drop, then I'ma pop two cops or more\nI'm too hot, come through wit' two proper whores\nPlayin' Tupac Shakur, gettin 'em blue socks, the Lord\n\nCrooked I's the name, man that boy just hopped off the train\nWearin' a platinum chain striked with thang\nIt's the youth game, doin' it big\nYou don't like it, you and yo' kid, get you and the whip, shit\n\nNigga, I spray clips, shots flop quicker than space ships\nThen shape shift yo' facial, \"Matrix\" like a face lift\nSo face it, y'all ain't nuttin' to see\nAin't a nigga dead or alive who fuckin' wit' me\n\nKeep the Death Row chains out\nMy left [unverified] connect so hard your head blow\nNow let's blow brains out, just thought I had to warn ya\nDon't come to Long Beach, Cali, take off on ya [unverified], nigga\n\nThis is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nYeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nInnie, minnie, mini, mo, pick the do' or the flo'\nHoe you gotta go if you ain't takin' off ya clothes\nAll I really wanna do is stick a dick up in you\nSo fast, in a flash, then I gotta slash, whattup Daz?\n\nWe the realist, kickin' back, and feelin' real chillin'\nDope laws, ooh you get tossed, we dump nigga\nIt ain't nuttin' to applaud\nNever slippin' dick nigga, to the West then took it straight\n\n\"This kid's a psycho gramma\", fuck a hoe cous'\nTook it, what it is, what it was\nBlood, nigga what it is, what is was\nMy niggaz, California nigga what it is\n\nFuck the rap game if you can't pay Mayne\nObsessed with the West, rack 'em shells\n(West coast)\nAnd we started off the motherfuckin' multi-platinum sales\nBiatch\n\nThis is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nYeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nThis is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nYeah, this is for the ballers, gangsta rap\nWhat all the hoes love, gangsta rap\nWhat the hoppin' six-fo's do, gangsta rap\nYou could do what you want to, gangsta rap\n\nGangsta rap, gangsta rap\nGangsta rap, gangsta rap, gangsta rap\n\nYeah, two gangstas from radio\nKurupt, kill Blood, Daz Dillinger, Crooked I, yeah\nBiatch","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.97] Yeah, it's that untouchable gangsta Crooked in to I go\n[00:04.55] I'm from a long lost tribe called, \"Fuck a Hoe\"\n[00:07.20] Come through in a new Chevy\n[00:09.13] Droppin' game like it's too heavy\n[00:11.84] Well for you suckers that's the ceiling\n[00:14.56] A metaphor for over ya head, dumb dumb\n[00:18.29] Speak to ya double O.G.\n[00:18.38] That's where good game come from Dogg Poundin'\n[00:23.80] Six straight, six fo', L co's, missed it\n[00:40.89] 'Cause that's what one of us, nigga don't touch it\n[00:42.66] The people of the side for the urban\n[00:45.44] I like to work for top, or make 'em work it\n[00:47.29] Whattup? 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sack\n[00:28.62] So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper\n[00:31.44] Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper\n[00:33.78] Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast\n[00:36.14] A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased\n[00:38.98] Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be\n[00:41.44] Connect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be\n[00:43.74] It ain't no questions asked\n[00:45.09] You down to blast for me?\n[00:46.19] Down to ride for me?\n[00:47.35] Down to die for me?\n[00:48.54] I come through for these sucka-ass niggas who rep\n[00:50.71] Come creepin up on shorty slowly, show him death\n[00:53.43] Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static\n[00:55.76] Blast a coupla niggas, leave em all panicked\n[00:58.35] We swirve and hit the curb, smoke some herb\n[01:00.85] We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub\n[01:03.10] We in the war zone,\n[01:04.36] Where the war's on\n[01:05.30] Where ya gun, nigga?\n[01:06.50] Show em 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who rep\n  start_ms: 48540\n  end_ms: 50710\n- text: Come creepin up on shorty slowly, show him death\n  start_ms: 50710\n  end_ms: 53430\n- text: Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static\n  start_ms: 53430\n  end_ms: 55760\n- text: Blast a coupla niggas, leave em all panicked\n  start_ms: 55760\n  end_ms: 58350\n- text: We swirve and hit the curb, smoke some herb\n  start_ms: 58350\n  end_ms: 60850\n- text: We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub\n  start_ms: 60850\n  end_ms: 63100\n- text: We in the war zone,\n  start_ms: 63100\n  end_ms: 64360\n- text: Where the war's on\n  start_ms: 64360\n  end_ms: 65300\n- text: Where ya gun, nigga?\n  start_ms: 65300\n  end_ms: 66500\n- text: Show em where you're from, nigga\n  start_ms: 66500\n  end_ms: 67360\n- text: Ridin-ass young nigga\n  start_ms: 67360\n  end_ms: 68480\n- text: Arsenel equipped, hot enough to scorch\n  start_ms: 68480\n  end_ms: 70570\n- text: With the double fours on the hip rollin with the force\n  start_ms: 70570\n  end_ms: 73230\n- text: He's out to catch a body\n  start_ms: 73230\n  end_ms: 74420\n- text: Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party\n  start_ms: 74420\n  end_ms: 76480\n- text: Now he's walking around smarter\n  start_ms: 76480\n  end_ms: 78060\n- text: Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumpin\n  start_ms: 78060\n  end_ms: 80040\n- text: I'm about to get the pump to pumpin and start dumpin on somethin\n  start_ms: 80040\n  end_ms: 82860\n- text: F**k you over there\n  start_ms: 82860\n  end_ms: 84210\n- text: (Party over here)\n  start_ms: 84210\n  end_ms: 85560\n- text: '{And if you wanna trip, we got the straps near}'\n  start_ms: 85560\n  end_ms: 88080\n- text: Cause niggas like us do platnium every year\n  start_ms: 88080\n  end_ms: 90060\n- text: (And if I ruled this sphere)\n  start_ms: 90060\n  end_ms: 91550\n- text: '{Your sh*t''d disappear}'\n  start_ms: 91550\n  end_ms: 93030\n- text: Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air\n  start_ms: 93030\n  end_ms: 95040\n- text: And wave em all around like ya just don't care\n  start_ms: 95040\n  end_ms: 97600\n- text: We're ridin dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy\n  start_ms: 97600\n  end_ms: 100580\n- text: Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cookin nothin but the cavi\n  start_ms: 100580\n  end_ms: 102440\n- text: I'm servin niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast\n  start_ms: 102440\n  end_ms: 105090\n- text: Dog, this west coast and our sh*t bump the most\n  start_ms: 105090\n  end_ms: 107430\n- text: Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle\n  start_ms: 107430\n  end_ms: 109780\n- text: And everything I make, f**k around and be a single\n  start_ms: 109780\n  end_ms: 112110\n- text: From the who bangin hit, to the yes, yes, ya'lls\n  start_ms: 112110\n  end_ms: 114860\n- text: Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls\n  start_ms: 114860\n  end_ms: 117450\n- text: We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it\n  start_ms: 117450\n  end_ms: 119660\n- text: But the sh*t don't stop till we hit a meal ticked\n  start_ms: 119660\n  end_ms: 122320\n- text: I'll be goddamned\n  start_ms: 122320\n  end_ms: 123250\n- text: I'm in it for a meal ticket\n  start_ms: 123250\n  end_ms: 124730\n- text: And the goal's succesful\n  start_ms: 124730\n  end_ms: 125820\n- text: I don't know who to prove a show\n  start_ms: 125820\n  end_ms: 126940\n- text: Usual swirve a corner and hit a block back-to-back\n  start_ms: 126940\n  end_ms: 129200\n- text: Ya'll don't know us like that,\n  start_ms: 129200\n  end_ms: 130700\n- text: Where the gang-banger's hang at\n  start_ms: 130700\n  end_ms: 132410\n- text: They \"Daz, are you a rider?\"\n  start_ms: 132410\n  end_ms: 134430\n- text: I reply \"Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!\"\n  start_ms: 134430\n  end_ms: 136830\n- text: From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood\n  start_ms: 136830\n  end_ms: 139200\n- text: On a cash mission bailin hood to hood\n  start_ms: 139200\n  end_ms: 141580\n- text: Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice,\n  start_ms: 141580\n  end_ms: 144570\n- text: I feel like loose-shakin niggas like dice\n  start_ms: 144570\n  end_ms: 146750\n- text: Forever in the day\n  start_ms: 146750\n  end_ms: 148000\n- text: Say what you say\n  start_ms: 148000\n  end_ms: 149140\n- text: On the mic I display, Philly to L.A.\n  start_ms: 149140\n  end_ms: 151440\n- text: I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl\n  start_ms: 151440\n  end_ms: 153970\n- text: To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back,\n  start_ms: 153970\n  end_ms: 157190\n- text: It's all about mashing, cashin heat in the stash\n  start_ms: 157190\n  end_ms: 160180\n- text: When you're in the neigborhood of assassins\n  start_ms: 160180\n  end_ms: 181000\n- text: What you say?\n  start_ms: 181000\n  end_ms: 182390\n- text: What do you consider fun?\n  start_ms: 182390\n  end_ms: 184160\n- text: (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)\n  start_ms: 184160\n  end_ms: 186440\n- text: All day night, and all night long\n  start_ms: 186440\n  end_ms: 189090\n- text: (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)\n  start_ms: 189090\n  end_ms: 191190\n- text: When you wake up in the morining\n  start_ms: 191190\n  end_ms: 192430\n- text: And you start to yawn\n  start_ms: 192430\n  end_ms: 193700\n- text: (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)\n  start_ms: 193700\n  end_ms: 196160\n- text: All day night, and all night long\n  start_ms: 196160\n  end_ms: 198390\n- text: (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)\n  start_ms: 198390\n  end_ms: 199870\n- text: C'mon, C'mon\n  start_ms: 199870\n  end_ms: 201790\n- text: (Yeah, dub S.C.G.\n  start_ms: 201790\n  end_ms: 207040\n- text: D.P.G.C.\n  start_ms: 207040\n  end_ms: 210100\n- text: Ha ha ha,\n  start_ms: 210100\n  end_ms: 212010\n- text: Take a picture, trick\n  start_ms: 212010\n  end_ms: 213590\n- text: Take a picture, trick\n  start_ms: 213590\n  end_ms: 215810\n- text: Take a picture, trick\n  start_ms: 215810\n  end_ms: 218520\n- text: It might make ya rich\n  start_ms: 218520\n  end_ms: 221400\n- text: Wesssydeee,\n  start_ms: 221400\n  end_ms: 224230\n- text: Biatch)\n  start_ms: 224230\n  end_ms: 229150\n- text: Death Row\n  start_ms: 229150\n  end_ms: 231900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 231900\nplain: |-\n  {Oh yeah}\n  World wide, west side\n  Yo\n  Mack 10 with Tha Dogg Pound\n  Yeah, and the hits don't stop {Sucka}\n  {Nothin but the cavi}\n  Hey, Daz {Sup}\n  Check this out, dogNow when I come to ya'll hood, ya'll watch my back\n  And when ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack\n  So we can grind and get away with the cash like a caper\n  Cause it ain't about the set-trip, it's all about the paper\n  Made the poverty cease, on the rise like yeast\n  A parvay lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased\n  Mack 10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be\n  Connect gang from the west, nigga, where the best be\n\n  It ain't no questions asked\n  You down to blast for me?\n  Down to ride for me?\n  Down to die for me?\n  I come through for these sucka-ass niggas who rep\n  Come creepin up on shorty slowly, show him death\n  Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for static\n  Blast a coupla niggas, leave em all panicked\n  We swirve and hit the curb, smoke some herb\n  We came up too much, and too tough, and too grub\n\n  We in the war zone,\n  Where the war's on\n  Where ya gun, nigga?\n  Show em where you're from, nigga\n  Ridin-ass young nigga\n  Arsenel equipped, hot enough to scorch\n  With the double fours on the hip rollin with the force\n  He's out to catch a body\n  Talking, but I thought this was a gangsta party\n  Now he's walking around smarter\n  Now he's about to see, talking about who's jumpin\n  I'm about to get the pump to pumpin and start dumpin on somethin\n\n  F**k you over there\n  (Party over here)\n  {And if you wanna trip, we got the straps near}\n\n  Cause niggas like us do platnium every year\n  (And if I ruled this sphere)\n  {Your sh*t'd disappear}\n\n  Now everybody in the house, throw your dubs in the air\n  And wave em all around like ya just don't care\n  We're ridin dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy\n  Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cookin nothin but the cavi\n\n  I'm servin niggas like a host with the pound so take a toast\n  Dog, this west coast and our sh*t bump the most\n  Cause vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle\n  And everything I make, f**k around and be a single\n  From the who bangin hit, to the yes, yes, ya'lls\n  Now all down my halls, got plaques on my walls\n  We might slow the roll, sit back and still kick it\n  But the sh*t don't stop till we hit a meal ticked\n\n  I'll be goddamned\n  I'm in it for a meal ticket\n  And the goal's succesful\n  I don't know who to prove a show\n  Usual swirve a corner and hit a block back-to-back\n  Ya'll don't know us like that,\n  Where the gang-banger's hang at\n  They \"Daz, are you a rider?\"\n  I reply \"Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!\"\n  From the east side of Long Beach to the west side of Inglewood\n  On a cash mission bailin hood to hood\n\n  Once upon a time in the early stages of my life, sacrifice,\n  I feel like loose-shakin niggas like dice\n  Forever in the day\n  Say what you say\n  On the mic I display, Philly to L.A.\n  I've been all over from Crenshaw and Impearl\n  To 108th, I'm sure Mack got my back,\n  It's all about mashing, cashin heat in the stash\n  When you're in the neigborhood of assassins\n  What you say?\n\n  What do you consider fun?\n  (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)\n  All day night, and all night long\n  (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)\n  When you wake up in the morining\n  And you start to yawn\n  (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)\n  All day night, and all night long\n  (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)\n  C'mon, C'mon\n\n  (Yeah, dub S.C.G.\n  D.P.G.C.\n  Ha ha ha,\n  Take a picture, trick\n  Take a picture, trick\n  Take a picture, trick\n  It might make ya rich\n  Wesssydeee,\n  Biatch)\n  Death Row\n"}]