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Dr. Dre ~ Lyrical Gangbang
| "This.. should be played at high volume Preferably.. in a residential area" [The Lady of Rage] Now I'ma kick up -- dust, as I begin to bust on the wick-wack, fucked up suckers ya can't trust When I kick up, I lick up, ya face get smacked up when I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up or get slapped with the swiftness If you think you're swift with the gift Merry Christmas Now stuff that in your stockin I'm knockin em out the box 'n' knockin em out their socks 'n', cause Robin is rockin Breakin em down to the -- slab Takin em down on their -- ass Now what you wanna do, ya wanna battle, uhh? Send you up shit creek without a motherfuckin paddle Rattle -- that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothin more than a grain or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to 'That Other Level' You think you got pull then pull it, uhh! I got the trigger so I figure you'll bite the bullet then bite the dust and wipe the fuss Do what I must, and what I must - is bust the bubble, or choose some trouble, for you So skip to my Luger, Lady of Rage is comin through {*cut n scratch* "Some cool shit" 2X*} {*"Boo-yaa! Spittin out buckshots" -> B-Real*} [Kurupt] I fears no one, I makes em cool off like a polar cat Lynchin, as a hit, misses the roll of dice Pushin packs to make a profit Diggy dope duck on the topic so stop and gimme my props, kid I'm livin large like a fat bitch So get back, bitch, I'm hard to bogart, for the faggots This young black kid, a mercenary, merciless Murderin millions of niggaz so who's first to diss They say I'm bad so you'll find none worse than this Chewin motherfuckers up like a Hershey Kiss Put to sleep, lovin the lyrics I leave in the minds of each Roogh when flex, too complex, wrecks your mental piece So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggaz You're quick to talk shit, I whoop your ass nigga Then watch me blast, nigga, cause I'm the last nigga you wanna fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga I make em stagger, I'm skanless as Jimmy Swaggart I'm a good tracker, scopin your girl then watch me tag her Pullin steel like a stunt Sewn like an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so here to torment I put track on crack And I'm strapped wit a semi-tone milli-ten Mac Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off, chief Deadly as Jason on Friday the 13th {*"A to the motherfuckin K*" -> Cypress Hill} [RBX] Back in the days, niggaz they use to scrap but now in ninety-two, niggaz they pull they strap cause umm, police dem come wicked and dem shoot niggaz, so niggaz retaliate and start to loot Execute, boot, stompin Black soldier, here to teach and mould ya The innovator, dominator, narra-rator R-B to the motherfuckin X -- flex wicked Stylee me, bump and be found and do bleed by a maniac, with a gat See nowadays niggaz is like that I pull my trigger back, the bullets go BO! BO! BO! Now I'm on Death Row Fuck it, niggaz goin wild Everynight they shoot, it's like Bei-rut Maybe you should get a teflon vest for your chest anytime steppin through my hood But that'll do you no good One slug to your face, no haste you're gettin smoked like wood Nasty nigga bloody pumps face flat on the concrete, here comes the white sheet Mr. Coroner, cocked with some yellow tape but, the murderers escape Audi like 5 G's Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G thang more free lyrics |