Bitchez (feat. Butch Cassidy & Roscoe) - Kurupt, Warren G & Daz Dillinger

Radio Killa, Big Snoop D-O dub The American Dream Hey yo nephew, why don't ya come up off them keys? Sing a lil' somethin' for the ladies You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Let 'em know how we feelin' right now Every time I come around, shawty love me down Run up on me like click clack, my gun out like take that She make you do what I do when we doin' what we doin' in back of the 'Lac I'm like come up off of that And every night her body gets jacked That gangsta, gang-gangsta That gangsta, gang-gangsta Gangsta, gang-gangsta That gangsta love Yeah, she love it the way I put it on her Blowin' trees, summer breeze, sippin' Corona Lost Dogg, I give it to her right and she like it She on the hip like a sidekick, izzy One of the coolest of fool on the flow I whispered in her ear, come here you ready to go? I rolled up a winna and put it up in the air Got that lil' dress on, you comin' up outta there, yeah She like that, you like that? You say you bite, well, I bite back And I'm all go, we can do it 'til tomorrow I beat it up like Harpo Snoopy, I go hard, baby, yes Kissin' on yo' chest then I'm diggin' out your stress I won't stop 'til yo' finished You never felt love 'til a gangsta get up in it, Dream Every time I come around, shawty love me down Run up on me like click clack, my gun out like take that She make you do what I do when we doin' what we doin' in back of the 'Lac I'm like come up off of that And every night her body gets jacked That gangsta, gang-gangsta That gangsta, gang-gangsta Gangsta, gang-gangsta That gangsta love She always call in the middle of the night 'Cause I'm a dog, I'm a give her what she like She say my name loud, I say her name low That's what I aim fo', that's how the game go Baby like the way I wake her up 'Cause I'm a gangsta, I grab her by the butt Pull her to my side, I'm in deep Woke that ass up just to put her to sleep Everyday is the same thang, I creep in It's like true blood, I sink my teeth in I gotta have it, the LB raised me We was taught to dig 'em down crazy Lights out, I'm so lit Mama's so gone, daddy won't quit I won't stop 'til you're finished You never felt love 'til a gangsta get up in it, Dream Every time I come around, shawty love me down Run up on me like click clack, my gun out like take that She make you do what I do when we doin' what we doin' in back of the 'Lac I'm like come up off of that And every night her body gets jacked That gangsta, gang-gangsta That gangsta, gang-gangsta Gangsta, gang-gangsta That gangsta love It's the life that you chose The loop, the coop, the rows Anything goes It's so good got her wigglin' her toes The boss, The-Dream The floss, the cream The trips overseas All these things really don't mean a thing When I'm tearin' that ass up, workin' you like a shift I give it to you like a gift You hear what that boy say? You wouldn't jack, give it up fast Then I hit it from the back Snoopy you're so good, she screamin' and I like that girl She off in another world I won't stop 'til you're finished She love this gangsta especially when I'm in it, Dream Every time I come around, shawty love me down Run up on me like click clack, my gun out like take that She make you do what I do when we doin' what we doin' in back of the 'Lac I'm like come up off of that And every night her body gets jacked That gangsta, gang-gangsta That gangsta, gang-gangsta Gangsta, gang-gangsta That gangsta love Gangsta, gang, gangsta That gangsta, gang, gangsta Gangsta, gang, gangsta That gangsta love

Oh bitch I'm country as cowboy boots High debut beating boy band groups Nigga let me know what the fuck y'all want do Either keep up or you can't, can't Met 'em through a barbeque, cracker through yo' thang, thang I ain't come here for no dumb shit You think you one of the hardest nigga, lyrics of the drum kick When it's finished over and done with I'ma smoke a blunt and knock the pussy off of some bitch I ain't no speedy when you say I beat it too much I ain't gone eat it, you ready go drown me and I pound it enough See me losin' fuck the big butt women Woman walkin' funny pussy up in her stomach Sittin' in the front 'cause TV's runnin' Peanut-butter leather seat, with big truck on it I must've kidnapped the nigga man-huntin' 'Cause I heard 'em hollain' hold on baby I'm comin' Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far But bitch I told, do what you're spoused to Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans It's just like I told you, walk like I'm spoused to Man I'm the only mother-fuckin' black prince of the south So ba-ba-balubop, bitch watch out I make yo' momma sake a tell feather Don't tell yo' daddy that I'm here, 'cause you know I make him feel great Gone get yo' sex, you just turn me on While he down there quotin bed, I know you not gone sing that song I hit the chart enough to move off, my homie cool off Before you knows 1: 40 I give it to him and this bitch can't handle Or ugly jealous mother-fucker this shit jammin' Ridiculous amounts of raw uncut talent On top of 8th street kicks Indiana No callin' me big bucks no wammies This year I'm screamin' jive records big truck goddamn it Heads up high enough so you can move Rank CEO slash rapper, slash fool Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far But bitch I told, do what you're spoused to Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans It's just like I told you, walk like I'm spoused to I'm fixin' to blow up like the jar of 2: 21 Ever the vesent 2: 24 come get me Grammy nominated, especially The soul train award winner, call me black elvis Presly You probably 2: 30 but you see me on Either 106 and Park, Queen Latifah, Chris rock, or Jenny Jones Knock down buildin's, chop down trees I kick so fuckin' hard they say, "You Japanese" I'm up in the minute because of what I invent Look at your over there with your seatbelt Like I'm 2: 44 A.K.A the tarantula, hot rhymes comin' from a cannista' They keepin' my fan for somethin' to brag on These people in here ain't leavin' 'til I finish my fuckin' last song Bitch walk like a balberin', tall dark and cut Now keep your fuckin' hoes down Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far But bitch I told, do what you're spoused to Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans It's just like I told you, walk like I'm spoused to Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far But bitch I told, do what you're spoused to Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans It's just like I told you, walk like I'm spoused to South and west come together However, we plan doing this shit quite clever My nigga mystikal, it's ya boy butch cass' And we put a foot off in they ass let's have a blast

Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz Nickels and pennies, and pounds of hash Double up the dough, double my money Let it can boil and bubble, get a grip ain't nothin funny You can't survive, off no conversation wit words Betta get up off yo ass nigga, go flip some birds Hand me my cash, nobody moves and nobody get blast My first words are my last I got a platoon, mask, and armor suits First infiltry of riders on a global pursuit Parachute and jump, held high on a stump Wit a pump, bout to dump, put a end to the hunt The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers Automatics rang out, you left dead nigga wit yo brains out Walk back to the porch, wit some salt to wash the stains out Murders my hobby, kidnapping, jacking, and robbery Wow daz a safari, in a p??? Pay the cops off as I peel out and jet It ain't no thing when we connect, we posted up with tecks Nigga we bury you alive in cement, that's what we meant Now when the nine goes click, yo ass wasn't shit Get out your war tactics, get at you get the job done One gun you hung, seven bullets in your lungs Struggle with heron and I'll tell you apart Through my veins and through my heart That's when the drama will start Nigga gimme what you got, let off some more shots Run through what you got, destroy yo block Got a dealings ever ever was your spot When the nine goes pop, that's when yo homeboys drop The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers I seen it befo' 44's explode Nigga's fall on the flo', the hardest nigga on the flo' The hoes like, do what the fuck ever a nigga say It's like this everyday on the streets of L.A Gotta a lumberjack the size of a tank I'm a hammerhead with a hammer the size of a tank Every heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us The gangsta gang muthafucka, its on dawn to dust Well nigga wonder what we doing, it ain't really nothing to us Plus you ain't nothin' to us, you can't do nothing to us (noooo) I represented and presented the bloodbath Feel the wrath, we get what you had you get stabbed We grab for the oppurtunities that'll soon to be a chance At the eulogy, I knew you be dead, while in prison Making critical decisions, to the brain to his neck Goes 27 inches for tellin' the snitches The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers

(Daz) It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop, can't quit, 'cause we on da grind (Daz) (Kurupt) Yo! (Gangstafied back on the block) Straight up D-A-Z, K-U-R-U-P-T Doin' it like usual, you know what I'm sayin'? You can't stop You can't rewind the time You can't think about the past So look forward to life And keep on the missionin' on the grind fo' yours (Hook - 2x: Daz) We can't stop, can't rewind the time Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes On everything homeboy that I'm down for mine Until we get we it be out here on de grind (Daz) I wake up with the birds, early as fuck Stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucks Lil' bitches around the way they know what's up They wanna bust, wanna try to smoke a nigga weed up It aint shit to flip a double up And I love when I'm comin' up I got thangs for these suckas when they runnin' up Tellin' all yall fools yall aint one of us... nigga (Kurupt) (Daz) Get a glimpse of a fact - plus that, Blaze Move into the hood with all the O.G's That help me get paid homie, we a unit Doin it how a gangsta do it Run through it And stampede the block like bitch Your on the wrong side to be servin your shit (yeah) Jack nigga, Daz and Kurupt the Kingpin Back on the smash with heaters to reclaim the ass (Hook - 2x) (Kurupt) (Daz) Yeah nigga, half a day gone by Ganstafied, givin' it just livin' my life It's hard to survive Without grabbin' my 9, and pump 5-50-5 45, Milli Mack eleven Gunshots non stop to funk pop Then pop baby glocks (Homie you ridin or not?) Me and the homies are the first to bust And y'all cowards dyin' tryna be like us Gangsta (Daz) (Kurupt) With three mouths to feed, it's the life I lead I guess I'd die in the life of greed Mothafuckas 'round here die to bleed For set, joints nigga or half a key I remember when I came up Niggas ranged up, some Crip'd up Some niggas flamed up Crossed your name out, stragg'd my name up (Quick to thow the gang up) What up?! (Yeah!) I guess I'm blessed with the gift of rap Or I'll bless you with the gift of crap Like that, White and Black, Mexican and Jap Homeboy do anything fo' a scrap (Kurupt) Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa DPGC fuck y'all niggas Deep inside we feel like fuck y'all hood Hell nah bitch nigga it ain't all to the good (Hook - 3x) (Kurupt - Over the 3rd Hook) Yeah that's what's wrong with y'all niggas Yeah homie, you gotta get ya hustle on Don't let these bitch niggas move you of the block The gangstas is here fo'eva, Yeah, huh, huh, yeah Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt the Kingpin Daz Dillinger, Kurupt Young Gotti Huh, '99 millenium 2000 Like fuck a bitch! Put it on the catalogs homie Classics