D.P.G's (feat. RBX and Daz) - Kurupt, Warren G & Daz Dillinger

I'ma say this and I'ma end mine (all y'all that buy food, all that shit) If you ain't down for the Africans here in the United States (that's right) Period, point-blank If you ain't down for the ones that suffered in South Africa (fuck off) From apartheid and shit (go home) Dammit, you need to step your punk-ass to the side (we're South Africa) And let us brothers and us Africans step in (that we're South Africa) And start puttin' some foot in that ass Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die Dem wonder why mi violent, dem no really understand Dat di reason why mi take mi law in mi own hand Mi not out for peace and mi not Rodney King Di gun goes click, mi gun goes bang Dem riot in Compton and dem riot in Long Beach Dem riot in L.A. 'cause dem no really wanna see Niggas start to loot and police start to shoot Lock us down at seven o'clock, barricade us like Beirut Mi don't show no love 'cause it's us against dem Dem never, ever love me 'cause it's sport to break dem And kill, at my own risk, if I may To lay, to spray with my AK, and put 'em to rest Yes, we have-, there have been riots, ah, uh, rioting Well, I don't wanna say rioting, but there's been looting downtown But right now, Bree, what I want to show you is They have started fires down at the end of the street How many niggas are ready to loot? Yeah, so what you wanna do? (What you wanna do?) I said, how many niggas are ready to loot? Got myself an Uzi and my brother a .9 That's what they told us today, in other words, you still a slave No matter how much money you got, you still ain't shit Sitting in my living room, calm and collected Feeling that gotta-get-mine perspective 'Cause what I just heard broke me in half And half the niggas I know, plus the niggas on the Row, is bailing Laugh now, but cry much later, you see When niggas get together, they get mad 'cause they can't fade us Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles They found that they couldn't handle us Bloods, Crips on the same squad With the ese's helpin', nigga, it's time to rob and mob And break the white man off something lovely, biddy-bye-bye I don't love dem, so dem can't love me Yo, straight puttin' it down, gettin' my scoot on It's jumping off in Compton, so I gots to get my loot on And come up on me some furniture or somethin' Got a VCR in the back of my car That I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet And motherfuckers better not try to stop me 'Cause they will see that I can't be stopped 'Cause I'ma cock my Glock and pop 'til they all drop Yes, on the videotape we seem to have the-, uh People in the crowd throwing things at the officers And swinging at them as well, as there was a, uh, young woman there You see, took a swing at-at an officer with some object in her hand How many niggas are ready to loot? Yeah, so, what you wanna do? (What you wanna do?) I said, how many niggas are ready to loot? Got myself an Uzi and my brother a .9 I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die One-time trigger-happy, no nigga love 187 time, time to grab the glove You can't get prints on a .9, I throw away Or get prints on my Uzi when it spray Pop-pop, pop, another motherfucker drop And I get relief like, plop, plop, fizz, smash I crashed his head like a window I ain't Nintendo, I'm high off the indo Creepin', with the quickness to the cut Bust one to his head while he munches on a donut And crack-up, so now he best to back up I guess I gots to pack up, filling the clip up I zip uptown but motherfuckin' cops are all around Helicopters flyin', these motherfuckers tryin' To catch me and stretch me on Death Row But hell no, the poor blacks refuse to go (go) This now covers a very, very wide area of Los Angeles Where these fires have been, uh, ignited I mean, from here to the, uh, to the South end of South Central is a long way Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin' The outcome of this is destruction, so them all fall Niggas don't give a fuck, so them bust and them fall The constriction of three blacks shows no justice So, pick up, it's your right if you riot again Mi turn the other cheek We be too many, mi got mi .9 to my side So mi bust, flick, 'cause he don't give a fuck And mi don't give a fuck, and all my problems end with that buck, buck Blao, blam, blam 'til dem fall Listen to the shots from a nigga Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye Dr. Dre, him bust gun shots Diggidy Daz and RBX, dem bust gun shots Come again

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