| Song | Brownsville II Long Beach |
| Artist | Heltah Skeltah |
| Album | Magnum Force (Int'l Only) (Explicit) |
| 作曲 : Arnaud, Brown, Bush, Price | |
| Just understand the whole shit son, y'know y'know | |
| It's too much doodoo over here, there's doodoo over there | |
| Knowhati'msayin? get with the real, from here | |
| And the real from there | |
| And make it mo' better like blues everywhere | |
| Yaknowhati'msayin? dynamic duo times two bro | |
| [ruck] | |
| Fucking global, fucking domination in this rap shit | |
| [rock] | |
| Word is bon jovi.. | |
| Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and ruck go | |
| Worldwide boot camp with smoke by the truckload | |
| Or the west coast, where they show me tons of love | |
| Doc and tray deee crackin jokes bout guns n drugs | |
| Buggin on this wack rap shit from coast to coast | |
| Why not the real from both sides lick and go for broke? | |
| No ass joke, like buck or rakim, long arms like down syms | |
| Snatch up your hoe, fuck her or pass it, it don't mean na-thing | |
| [ruck] | |
| What's the deal pah? i hope shit is peace and love | |
| But if it ain't fuck it i'm forced to release these slugs | |
| Peep these thugs, sean price, mc most miraculous | |
| When pumped up, i'm forced to jump up punk and smack the shit | |
| Act like it can't happen when would i ever let you slide | |
| Two fly niggaz becomin victims of whorides | |
| You try to avoid my clutches that's when you die | |
| News fly fast as fuck on how ruckus done bruised guys | |
| Cornball niggaz screamin, "ruck you on some other shit" | |
| Mad cause i make music no longer for the love of it | |
| What is this? y'all niggaz is soft like some velvet | |
| You get dealt with, a single shot to your pelvis | |
| [rock] | |
| Now throw your hands in the air if you feel this here | |
| Shit'll bump everywhere because it's real this year | |
| From the city of long beach to my home brownsville | |
| Cause real recognize real everytime for real | |
| [daz] | |
| Who mashes with the craziest niggaz in town? | |
| Kill em willingly who got the right to make a sound? | |
| My style break blocks corners avenues and drives | |
| It's about time to mash in, it's a ride | |
| Take you on a mission, be on a mission, i pack the steel | |
| Steadily givin these niggaz don't pass these zones limits | |
| I live the unusual cruicial life, so pay attention | |
| As i come through, for you and your crew | |
| It's just a man and his music, i ain't afraid to use | |
| I bruise you badly, you want confusion, i mean it's useless | |
| To step to this, we in effect we dangerous | |
| Contain the mental murderous and ain't afraid to diss | |
| We can't quit we can't stop we got to do this shit (do this shit) | |
| Cause heltah skeltah and this pound bout to run this shit (run this shit) | |
| If you don't know you gotta know you never trust a bitch (never trust a bitch) | |
| Game trump tight, we try to run this shit (run this shit) | |
| [kurupt] | |
| Life without money, that's like breathing with no air | |
| Prepare, there's no love in warfare | |
| Engage, i meet the front page, like nicholas cage | |
| And get served, front and center stage | |
| I'm breakin through, throw up your teflon barriers | |
| And get penetrated, telekinetic superior | |
| Hostile, verbal apostle in 3-d | |
| Hittin every galaxy, throwin up d.p. | |
| [rock] | |
| We in the house, even when we outdoors | |
| We in the house with dick in your bitch mouth | |
| From here to down south to the westside, my vocals test drive | |
| You crazy, the shit i spit'll make a nigga praise me | |
| So say oh, you love the real shit frequently | |
| Oh for dogg p-o-u-n-d and b-c-c | |
| Me, bummy j and the d-a-z dillinger and ruckus | |
| And kurupt what? we equal fo' bad motherfuckers | |
| You want lumps? we got some, worse than that we got guns | |
| From hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up i'm not done | |
| Oowops son, and mad glock 9's, the red dot kind | |
| To make a snake hit the bricks like stopsigns, you feel me? | |
| [ruck] | |
| At the same time, you can catch me on corners yeah smokin trees | |
| Hopin these, niggaz don't battle the ruckus vocally | |
| Potentcy, that's what i'm kickin while all you jokers be | |
| On some bullshit, niggaz you movin at a slower speed | |
| You know it's the, show after-party hotel like jodeci | |
| Make me blow the back out these bitches bangin they ovaries | |
| I know you be, on my dick pah but yo i totally | |
| Smack the shit out of any nigga i think that's clonin me | |
| [daz] | |
| Now who, wants to be a real dope mc | |
| Like heltah skeltah and the d-p-g | |
| Swervin all through your fuckin town | |
| And layin punk motherfuckers down, hah! | |
| [kurupt] | |
| Man, these niggaz servin me? i thinks not | |
| That's facin a blizzard in a fuckin tanktop | |
| I took tricks to new jerz to cape cod | |
| You could be adventureous up against tremendous odds | |
| And face a poltergeist, i bring it to you nice | |
| And have the whole scenery surrounded like the vice | |
| Who could it be comin through in all blue? | |
| Dogg pound gangstaz, number one, number two | |
| Never evade the principle, the top principal | |
| Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin | |
| I lay the cards on the table, take a pick | |
| The wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavity split | |
| That's when all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame | |
| And format crumble right before his eyes into pieces | |
| Fake ass assassin with no heart and no mind | |
| No money, no hoes, no flows, and no rhymes | |
| Waitin for poetical satan, creatin slaughters | |
| Runnin through camps like walter payton | |
| I'm all about money makin, and not makin mistakes | |
| You're only worth what you create in the garden of snakes | |
| Motherfucker | |
| [daz] | |
| Yeah, and that's how we do it | |
| Heltah skeltah and tha dogg pound | |
| Runnin this motherfucker | |
| Yeah! |
| zuò qǔ : Arnaud, Brown, Bush, Price | |
| Just understand the whole shit son, y' know y' know | |
| It' s too much doodoo over here, there' s doodoo over there | |
| Knowhati' msayin? get with the real, from here | |
| And the real from there | |
| And make it mo' better like blues everywhere | |
| Yaknowhati' msayin? dynamic duo times two bro | |
| ruck | |
| Fucking global, fucking domination in this rap shit | |
| rock | |
| Word is bon jovi.. | |
| Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and ruck go | |
| Worldwide boot camp with smoke by the truckload | |
| Or the west coast, where they show me tons of love | |
| Doc and tray deee crackin jokes bout guns n drugs | |
| Buggin on this wack rap shit from coast to coast | |
| Why not the real from both sides lick and go for broke? | |
| No ass joke, like buck or rakim, long arms like down syms | |
| Snatch up your hoe, fuck her or pass it, it don' t mean nathing | |
| ruck | |
| What' s the deal pah? i hope shit is peace and love | |
| But if it ain' t fuck it i' m forced to release these slugs | |
| Peep these thugs, sean price, mc most miraculous | |
| When pumped up, i' m forced to jump up punk and smack the shit | |
| Act like it can' t happen when would i ever let you slide | |
| Two fly niggaz becomin victims of whorides | |
| You try to avoid my clutches that' s when you die | |
| News fly fast as fuck on how ruckus done bruised guys | |
| Cornball niggaz screamin, " ruck you on some other shit" | |
| Mad cause i make music no longer for the love of it | |
| What is this? y' all niggaz is soft like some velvet | |
| You get dealt with, a single shot to your pelvis | |
| rock | |
| Now throw your hands in the air if you feel this here | |
| Shit' ll bump everywhere because it' s real this year | |
| From the city of long beach to my home brownsville | |
| Cause real recognize real everytime for real | |
| daz | |
| Who mashes with the craziest niggaz in town? | |
| Kill em willingly who got the right to make a sound? | |
| My style break blocks corners avenues and drives | |
| It' s about time to mash in, it' s a ride | |
| Take you on a mission, be on a mission, i pack the steel | |
| Steadily givin these niggaz don' t pass these zones limits | |
| I live the unusual cruicial life, so pay attention | |
| As i come through, for you and your crew | |
| It' s just a man and his music, i ain' t afraid to use | |
| I bruise you badly, you want confusion, i mean it' s useless | |
| To step to this, we in effect we dangerous | |
| Contain the mental murderous and ain' t afraid to diss | |
| We can' t quit we can' t stop we got to do this shit do this shit | |
| Cause heltah skeltah and this pound bout to run this shit run this shit | |
| If you don' t know you gotta know you never trust a bitch never trust a bitch | |
| Game trump tight, we try to run this shit run this shit | |
| kurupt | |
| Life without money, that' s like breathing with no air | |
| Prepare, there' s no love in warfare | |
| Engage, i meet the front page, like nicholas cage | |
| And get served, front and center stage | |
| I' m breakin through, throw up your teflon barriers | |
| And get penetrated, telekinetic superior | |
| Hostile, verbal apostle in 3d | |
| Hittin every galaxy, throwin up d. p. | |
| rock | |
| We in the house, even when we outdoors | |
| We in the house with dick in your bitch mouth | |
| From here to down south to the westside, my vocals test drive | |
| You crazy, the shit i spit' ll make a nigga praise me | |
| So say oh, you love the real shit frequently | |
| Oh for dogg pound and bcc | |
| Me, bummy j and the daz dillinger and ruckus | |
| And kurupt what? we equal fo' bad motherfuckers | |
| You want lumps? we got some, worse than that we got guns | |
| From hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up i' m not done | |
| Oowops son, and mad glock 9' s, the red dot kind | |
| To make a snake hit the bricks like stopsigns, you feel me? | |
| ruck | |
| At the same time, you can catch me on corners yeah smokin trees | |
| Hopin these, niggaz don' t battle the ruckus vocally | |
| Potentcy, that' s what i' m kickin while all you jokers be | |
| On some bullshit, niggaz you movin at a slower speed | |
| You know it' s the, show afterparty hotel like jodeci | |
| Make me blow the back out these bitches bangin they ovaries | |
| I know you be, on my dick pah but yo i totally | |
| Smack the shit out of any nigga i think that' s clonin me | |
| daz | |
| Now who, wants to be a real dope mc | |
| Like heltah skeltah and the dpg | |
| Swervin all through your fuckin town | |
| And layin punk motherfuckers down, hah! | |
| kurupt | |
| Man, these niggaz servin me? i thinks not | |
| That' s facin a blizzard in a fuckin tanktop | |
| I took tricks to new jerz to cape cod | |
| You could be adventureous up against tremendous odds | |
| And face a poltergeist, i bring it to you nice | |
| And have the whole scenery surrounded like the vice | |
| Who could it be comin through in all blue? | |
| Dogg pound gangstaz, number one, number two | |
| Never evade the principle, the top principal | |
| Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin | |
| I lay the cards on the table, take a pick | |
| The wrong choice' ll get your whole chest cavity split | |
| That' s when all the bullshit ceases, this whole frame | |
| And format crumble right before his eyes into pieces | |
| Fake ass assassin with no heart and no mind | |
| No money, no hoes, no flows, and no rhymes | |
| Waitin for poetical satan, creatin slaughters | |
| Runnin through camps like walter payton | |
| I' m all about money makin, and not makin mistakes | |
| You' re only worth what you create in the garden of snakes | |
| Motherfucker | |
| daz | |
| Yeah, and that' s how we do it | |
| Heltah skeltah and tha dogg pound | |
| Runnin this motherfucker | |
| Yeah! |