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Артист: Daz DillingerНазвание : Our Daily BreadДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap gangsta rap g-funk hip-hop west coast Видео:
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Prince ital joe (daz): Yeah, death row (give it up, one time) Yes, to the man sing Them all beats theyre crucial (give it up) Dogg pound (? ? ? ) Nobody moves, freeze!, nobody gets hurt Shoot first and ask questions later The motto, lyrically, artically, rip it... Daz: Stop and listen, catch a grip and realize, with your two eyes The price, nigga, is keep striving for more I broke laws, defined many, show skills of a rider when few was thick Revolved around forty-four niggaz for the rep Sweat the whole block with the mack-90, automatic semi-tech Now the whole shit is respected Slowly but surely homies catching death wishes, and laugh Youre trying to catch a check you cant cash I do, for the rapper the name and for the hood that I claim After the kill, its remains the same The composure, gangstering, its got me, still down to bang Who can get close to the most notorious gang of em all Dogg pound, amazing rage, rough and raw (dpg) The conversation aint much, now what up? Youre gapping and youre scrapping and you got a gap from the gat Kurupt: I found a (what? ), more, I see the homies free I bound to make more money than I ever dreamed Its the dpg, the gangsters on the tv Completely, you cant defeat, delete species That fool over there is out of his nest Hes off the hood with techs and vests Dumping on different sets (whos that man? ) D-a-zs my nigga If he ever was to get any bigger and lose his figures hes my nigga The more I think about life and the world that surrounds us Being from tha pound, instantly penitentiary bound (so whats up? ) Im all about dropping bombs And possessing the deadliest rhymes the mind cant design So lets let bygones be bygones, aim to shoot And mash with your boys if youre down for making loot cause if not, when the heat gets hot you get scorched Youre caught up like being in court, fighting the wars Now I pause to take a sneak peek through the source (magazine) Our force is not revealing (what? ), we sold two million (damn!) Willingly we survived, willingly we strived We all multiply, dogg pound till we die I thought you knew about, the two about to run through about half your Organization Sacred assassinations, fool, heres what youre facing The diverse, youre in a worse situation, like that... Prince ital joe: Yeah, tell babylon that well never give up hope in the ghetto cause everyday when we wake up we see the sun rise up in the sky We wont ever, never give up the fight, see We, down in the ghetto, will always put up the struggle The struggle to survive, and to live good To bring food on the table for our families, see Tell babylon that we have hope Like our brothers martin luther king and marcus garvey We believe that we are true africans And we handle (? ? ? ) in this life We wont kill our brothers no more Stab them with a knife, or shoot them with a gun cause when we do we see their blood run And its not a pretty sight So we dont love the parasites of this world Sucking the blood of the sufferers Yeah! | Похожие исполнители:
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