Song | Keepin It Gangsta |
Artist | Tha Dogg Pound |
Album | Cali Iz Active |
作词 : Allen, Arnaud, Brooks, Brown | |
Yeah that gangsta shit always bangin' | |
Supafly you sick fa this | |
We goin' show them how the | |
Dogg Pound | |
Gangstaz bang and rock | |
Yeah... Hey | |
Sean let's bang this, turn it up, man | |
Let me talk ta these niggaz [Verse 1: Kurupt] | |
Who you aimin' at, nigga? | |
You know I got you | |
Look me up to find | |
Nosferatu | |
You'll neva get away muthafucka we after ya | |
I drain MC's, poetical | |
Dracula I take away your mind, body, soul and spirit | |
Vampirin', | |
I mutilate with words and lyrics | |
I injure with verbs off herbs and spirits | |
I'm everywhere like germs and spirits | |
You could here me everywhere, day and night | |
Like birds and crickets | |
I got birds worth fourteen tickets | |
You ain't got no money, no ridaz, no squad or bitches | |
Quit bullshittin', you ain't gotta lie ta kick it | |
Rolled up on this nigga like, "Nigga what up?" | |
He said, "Ya name ain't Kurupt, nigga, ya name is Bankrupt", huh! | |
First thing | |
I did was just smirked and laughed | |
I looked over at | |
Daz and then we whoooped his ass! | |
The present is the present and the past is the past | |
And ta stay in the present you should learn this fast | |
Dogg Pound is forever, you should learn this fast | |
Fo' we flash in a flash, millimeters n' macs, nigga [Chorus:] [Daz] | |
Just keep it gangsta [Kurupt] | |
Bustaz banged on, ridaz pushin', that's what you betta do, nigga [Daz] | |
Just keep it gangsta [Kurupt] | |
Cause if ya don't, the millameters'll spark, and that's the end of the talk, we just... [Daz] | |
Just keep it gangsta [Kurupt] | |
All we know, through the highs 'n' lows is | |
West Coast, muthafucka, muthafucka [Daz] | |
Just keep it gangsta [Kurupt] | |
Listen ta me, | |
D-P-G-C, a nigga fly cause | |
I just, keep, it, gangsta [Daz] | |
Just keep it gangsta, nigga! [Verse 2: Daz] | |
Glock 40, grip it tight, | |
AK on the back seat | |
Don't ask me shit, muhfuckaz don't like me | |
And you, I don't like you too, so | |
This is what | |
I'm goin' do | |
Leave ya ass seasick, just like tha flu | |
His temperature rise, and analyze and surprisin' you | |
Niggaz on lockdown feel what | |
I'm kickin' | |
Them niggaz sellin' that weight, yeah, pluck them chickens | |
Get it like ya give it, give it how ya live it | |
And when I'm full a that spinach the 20 inches spinnin' | |
When the revolva click back | |
On the fa-rilla my nigga ya don't want that | |
A mainside nigga but | |
I'm West Coast'd out | |
Pistol in my hand and a blunt in my mouth | |
What is the stat you amount nigga? | |
I'm about them | |
G's And blastin' on rats, we about that cheese | |
From a G-ass nigga, behind the mask, behind tha trigga | |
Layin' 'em down, muhfucka what you figure? [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lady Of Rage] | |
I'm not the | |
Dogg Pound | |
Gangsta crip | |
But I'm that chick from the | |
Dogg Pound | |
Gangsta Click | |
And I'm tha chick that'll dog these wankstaz quick | |
Big body on that | |
Dogg Pound gangsta shit | |
Now when I go bananas | |
Ya'll goin' need ta go get tha | |
Sopranaz Any mob, any gang, wear the blue bandanaz | |
Goin' let you know | |
I bang straight from the gate | |
See these flows fuck it up like it was a case a weight, now | |
In 'n outta state, | |
I Bend 'em outta shape, | |
I Wipe 'em off my slate, | |
I Clean 'em off my plate, | |
I Squash these kids, eat 'em like sausages | |
Roll, where my dogz at? | |
Here's a snausage? | |
Here's a treat | |
For your appetite of lyrical roughness | |
The toughtest, bustaz, still "can't touch this." [MC Hammer sample] | |
Fuck this shit, ya'll must of forgotten | |
I still give it to ya like | |
I gave his only begotten, son | |
Spit mo' shit than a little bit, huh? | |
Whatever ha, | |
I'm so raw | |
I'm pissy drunk | |
Punks jump up to get laid flat out | |
Cause lyrically and literally | |
Rage stay strapped | |
It's the big payback, so jump, if you're feelin froggish and leap | |
But I don't just keep doggin' tha beat | |
Kapeesh? Sweat the the technique that | |
I just freaked | |
I'm bringin' raw heat, have enough ta cook ya raw meat [Chorus] |
zuò cí : Allen, Arnaud, Brooks, Brown | |
Yeah that gangsta shit always bangin' | |
Supafly you sick fa this | |
We goin' show them how the | |
Dogg Pound | |
Gangstaz bang and rock | |
Yeah... Hey | |
Sean let' s bang this, turn it up, man | |
Let me talk ta these niggaz Verse 1: Kurupt | |
Who you aimin' at, nigga? | |
You know I got you | |
Look me up to find | |
Nosferatu | |
You' ll neva get away muthafucka we after ya | |
I drain MC' s, poetical | |
Dracula I take away your mind, body, soul and spirit | |
Vampirin', | |
I mutilate with words and lyrics | |
I injure with verbs off herbs and spirits | |
I' m everywhere like germs and spirits | |
You could here me everywhere, day and night | |
Like birds and crickets | |
I got birds worth fourteen tickets | |
You ain' t got no money, no ridaz, no squad or bitches | |
Quit bullshittin', you ain' t gotta lie ta kick it | |
Rolled up on this nigga like, " Nigga what up?" | |
He said, " Ya name ain' t Kurupt, nigga, ya name is Bankrupt", huh! | |
First thing | |
I did was just smirked and laughed | |
I looked over at | |
Daz and then we whoooped his ass! | |
The present is the present and the past is the past | |
And ta stay in the present you should learn this fast | |
Dogg Pound is forever, you should learn this fast | |
Fo' we flash in a flash, millimeters n' macs, nigga Chorus: Daz | |
Just keep it gangsta Kurupt | |
Bustaz banged on, ridaz pushin', that' s what you betta do, nigga Daz | |
Just keep it gangsta Kurupt | |
Cause if ya don' t, the millameters' ll spark, and that' s the end of the talk, we just... Daz | |
Just keep it gangsta Kurupt | |
All we know, through the highs ' n' lows is | |
West Coast, muthafucka, muthafucka Daz | |
Just keep it gangsta Kurupt | |
Listen ta me, | |
DPGC, a nigga fly cause | |
I just, keep, it, gangsta Daz | |
Just keep it gangsta, nigga! Verse 2: Daz | |
Glock 40, grip it tight, | |
AK on the back seat | |
Don' t ask me shit, muhfuckaz don' t like me | |
And you, I don' t like you too, so | |
This is what | |
I' m goin' do | |
Leave ya ass seasick, just like tha flu | |
His temperature rise, and analyze and surprisin' you | |
Niggaz on lockdown feel what | |
I' m kickin' | |
Them niggaz sellin' that weight, yeah, pluck them chickens | |
Get it like ya give it, give it how ya live it | |
And when I' m full a that spinach the 20 inches spinnin' | |
When the revolva click back | |
On the farilla my nigga ya don' t want that | |
A mainside nigga but | |
I' m West Coast' d out | |
Pistol in my hand and a blunt in my mouth | |
What is the stat you amount nigga? | |
I' m about them | |
G' s And blastin' on rats, we about that cheese | |
From a Gass nigga, behind the mask, behind tha trigga | |
Layin' ' em down, muhfucka what you figure? Chorus Verse 3: Lady Of Rage | |
I' m not the | |
Dogg Pound | |
Gangsta crip | |
But I' m that chick from the | |
Dogg Pound | |
Gangsta Click | |
And I' m tha chick that' ll dog these wankstaz quick | |
Big body on that | |
Dogg Pound gangsta shit | |
Now when I go bananas | |
Ya' ll goin' need ta go get tha | |
Sopranaz Any mob, any gang, wear the blue bandanaz | |
Goin' let you know | |
I bang straight from the gate | |
See these flows fuck it up like it was a case a weight, now | |
In ' n outta state, | |
I Bend ' em outta shape, | |
I Wipe ' em off my slate, | |
I Clean ' em off my plate, | |
I Squash these kids, eat ' em like sausages | |
Roll, where my dogz at? | |
Here' s a snausage? | |
Here' s a treat | |
For your appetite of lyrical roughness | |
The toughtest, bustaz, still " can' t touch this." MC Hammer sample | |
Fuck this shit, ya' ll must of forgotten | |
I still give it to ya like | |
I gave his only begotten, son | |
Spit mo' shit than a little bit, huh? | |
Whatever ha, | |
I' m so raw | |
I' m pissy drunk | |
Punks jump up to get laid flat out | |
Cause lyrically and literally | |
Rage stay strapped | |
It' s the big payback, so jump, if you' re feelin froggish and leap | |
But I don' t just keep doggin' tha beat | |
Kapeesh? Sweat the the technique that | |
I just freaked | |
I' m bringin' raw heat, have enough ta cook ya raw meat Chorus |