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"anyone contesting |
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Tha dogg pound |
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, guaranteed instant death" -> rbx |
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Snoop dogg |
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It's them dogg house niggas wit' them 504 boyz |
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We the real mccoys with the plastic toys |
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Pop, pop |
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Grab the glock, cock the motherfucker |
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No limit niggas, we can't be stopped |
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Did you hear me? |
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Ya heard me |
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Record breakin' |
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Hit makin' |
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Can't bake 'em |
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Real estatin' |
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Never hatin' |
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Shakin' up the game, bringin' the major pain |
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Yea nigga, we all in the same game |
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We enlighten, ignitin, never fightin' |
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And we got them motherfuckers bitin' |
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You fuck wit' p, you fuckin' wit' me |
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You fuck wit silkk, you fuckin' wit' me |
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You fuck wit' d, you fuckin' wit' me |
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Nigga what, that's my whole family |
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Chorus 2x [krazy] |
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What, you bitches goin' to war now (war now) |
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No limit got this rap shit on lockdown (lockdown) |
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Wild out, bitch niggas when we come through (come through) |
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I hope you wear a vest, souljas touchin' you (touchin' you) |
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I'm bustin' you |
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[master p] |
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I'm on the run, i head west wit' the dogs |
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504, that means ball til' u fall |
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I ain't bout' no playin' nigga, it's on and poppin' |
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You either workin' wit' those boys, or you out ther shortstoppin' |
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Now keep you eyes on the prize nigga, don't fuck wit' the hos |
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Cuz you see at night in the bricks nigga, anything goes |
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Now you can bulletproof you chest, and they'll bust your head |
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Nigga you scared to pop, then you could get an early grave |
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Cuz, one time don't worry me |
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I'm a third ward nigga til' they bury me (hahaa) |
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Two times nigga, shut it down |
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It's no limit, we it on lock wit' the pound |
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Chorus 2x |
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[krazy] |
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Fresh out the courthouse, fuck the world, i'm finally free |
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Ask them bitch niggas who snitch, is they ready for me |
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My proverbs to the tank, believe i love it |
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Since that "bout' it bout' it" album, i was dreamin' of it |
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Ride wit' me, through the south, as i cruise through |
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Texas |
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A young soldier, wit' about a hundred grand in my lexus |
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On my way from |
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Houston |
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, after i scored the coke |
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I rather, step to jail than my family be broke |
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But i owe five hours, i can barely breathe |
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Please lord forgive me for my sins, i got kids to feed |
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Ain't no nigga in the iberville givin' me shit |
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They went from trick to a bitch and buy that ho a fit |
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But my souljas, before it's over off top |
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Before i'm sayin' to my dogs everytime the dope is chopped |
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Feel that, my niggas will ride wit' me |
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Snoop and master p said that they'll die for me |
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Chorus til' song ends |
