(Intro-Kurupt)
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Young Gotti, nigga
West Coast California livin nigga
(Verse 1-Kurupt)
Milli monotone, cyclone Stallone
Marone chaperone shiny chrome Capone
Smashin in a 80 two brand new grown
Home sweet home nigga where the hoodstas roam
In gangstaville where we shoot to kill
Pop the pill, pop then drop the three-wheel
The tale of tales, fly high as a gazelle
The hell-hound came through and drown the whale
Pronounce, denounce, stripped in set sail
Soak in a could of smoke then inhale
Hold it in never exhale
Smoke whoever nigga`s zone I`m in, oh well
Fuck you and ya mama
Drama, holocaust through anaconda
(Chorus 1-Kurupt)
Nigga, I`m blastin on you, you
Your homeboy your whole hood
Fuck ya`ll punk bitch made niggaz
On, onsite, let off on sight
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya`ll niggaz
(Chorus 2-Lil 1/2 Dead)
Niggaz act like they gon` get wit me when they see me onsite
But I don`t give a shit you bitch cuz I`m a gangsta for life
(Verse 2-Kurupt)
It`s time to prepare, lil` nigga listen here
Get pierced like ten spears, shit is fierce
Fist, five and five, and multitudes
Comin through bangin the five
Shit hit ligaments construct when we ride
I`m tired of all y`all rap is sawed off
Let off a pellet, the Desert Eagle start yellin
Screamin, the path of a demon bellin
My all blue chucks all goin out right
Dippin through the back cuz it`s on onsite
The first nigga saw is the first nigga gone
Smashed on, genked and shanked and blast on him
If the bitches strip, we out six, foe`s
Like e`erday, Californ-I-A
I can`t explain it, the immaculate can`t be painted
Double-four`s loaded on my lap for comfort
(Chorus 1-Kurupt)
For you, you
Your homeboy your whole hood
Fuck ya`ll punk bitch made niggaz
On, onsite, let off on sight
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya`ll niggaz
(Chorus 2-Lil 1/2 Dead)
Niggaz act like they gon` get wit me when they see me onsite
But I don`t give a shit you bitch cuz I`m a gangsta for life
(Verse 3-Kurupt)
Prepare to storm, when the storm rain fire and brimstone
Spread throughout the plains like a plague
Back to the G`s and fools
With the heater cocked, drownin niggaz in they own pool
Hit `em hard like weights
Make a nigga feel it like pains and aches
Pump ya sip full and make ya spray and shake
I`ma git ya hit ya nigga makes no mistakes
I`ma crack the plate
I ride like dirt bikes, poetical ninja
I injure, pop mics forty-fifth recite
The sytem`s assistance to get up in this
Dogg Pound, California you can`t fuck with this
Kurupt Young Gotti, Fred, Daz Dillinger
Two shots just a killa to the head
(Chorus 1-Kurupt)
Fuck you, you
Your homeboy your whole hood
Fuck ya`ll punk bitch made niggaz
On, onsite, let off on sight
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya`ll niggaz
Fuck ya`ll-you, you
Your homeboy your whole hood
Fuck ya`ll punk bitch made niggaz
On, onsite, let off on sight
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya`ll niggaz
Fuck all you, you
Your homeboy your whole hood
Fuck ya`ll punk bitch made niggaz
On, onsite, let off on sight
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, fuck ya`ll niggaz
