Strizap Lyrics
| Song | Strizap |
| Artist | Daz Dillinger |
| Album | So So Gangsta |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Arnaud, Jackson, Johnson ... | |
| (feat. Ice Cube) | |
| [Daz:] | |
| Yo when I spit pay attention, just play your position | |
| Finna to stab you with scissors, I'm mad at the prison | |
| Mad 'cause I'm sittin', mad at these casualties missin' | |
| ******in' bout who bad and who isn't | |
| (*******t homie, we Dogg Pound Crippin') | |
| Man, I just handle my business and pop Impala's | |
| Keep a gang of thorough ******z cold watchin' my product | |
| Still watchin' my dollars | |
| I'm a D.P.G.C. street rhyme scholar | |
| I got the world on my dogg collar | |
| (Y'all ******z soft in the middle | |
| I'm bombin' on 'em, plus y'all ain't *******t) | |
| With the heart of a hundred pits founds grippin' the system | |
| Gettin' they armor, launch a revolver | |
| We all plan contact when we yell 'woof' | |
| Scope vision, aim, fall back | |
| ****** what it cost, Dogg Pound need all that | |
| I'll put the holes in you ******z gettin' *******t twisted | |
| Dissin' individuals who be snitchin' | |
| Duck down, here I come to get 'em, tell 'em | |
| [Chorus: Daz (Ice Cube)] | |
| Hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down | |
| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down | |
| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) | |
| "Sir, can you please call Animal Control | |
| Your dog has gotten out again and attacked four people" | |
| [Ice Cube:] | |
| When I rap ******z get they straps | |
| They catch the claps tryin' to ****** with a maniac | |
| I'm brainiac, Ice Cube pyroclastic flow | |
| You ******z know how I get down, if you don't then yo' ass a hoe | |
| I dip through there, like Happy New Year with distribution | |
| What's your resolution? I got the solution | |
| I got **** rhymes, cut 'em into nickels and dimes | |
| I got mixtapes, 6-4's and six eighths | |
| I'm at the Dogg Pound tryin' to save a dogg named Daz | |
| So all you suckas pass, hit the gate and got in yo' ass | |
| And that *******t there is a felony, that's what they keep tellin' me | |
| That's that dogg from the LBC, now we got to put him to sleep | |
| S-T to the R-A-P, put it out first put him to sleep | |
| Grab Daz put him up in my jeep, drove him back to that 2-1 Street | |
| [Chorus: Daz (Ice Cube)] | |
| Hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down | |
| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down | |
| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) | |
| [Daz:] | |
| Takin' the strap up off my back | |
| I'm actin' if I was an action-less bastard | |
| When I could treat your ******' heart out | |
| And keep rappin' like nothin' happened | |
| This for them G's who keep the straps in they jacket | |
| When I could smack him, ask him if he got a heart like me | |
| Move weight, ask him if he hold the fort like me | |
| Bring some more of yo' ******z, usually just be dead in the street | |
| Listen up, pipe down - I'm what you call a soldier | |
| Army fatigues, keepin' a pump up under my shoulder | |
| I get bolder therefore I got bodies to count | |
| Come up with quarters, how you talkin' with a gun in your mouth? | |
| I'm for real homie, I don't ****** with too many ******z | |
| But the last real ones alive keep on livin', ****** | |
| Don't get it twisted, that's what come to my mind | |
| So recognize when you see a G, open your eyes | |
| Stay alive, keep the automatic nine when we ride | |
| Watchin' my back, blowin' dro, I stay on the grind | |
| I get ****, goin' broke never be on my mind | |
| I keep ya smoked, Dogg Pound, Long Beach Eastside | |
| Grab your arms, hater's holdin' on for his life | |
| This what the lock from a thorough' blue pit feel like | |
| [Chorus: Daz (Ice Cube)] | |
| So hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down | |
| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down | |
| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| (Better get your strizap, better get your strizap) | |
| Westside!.. Eastside!.. |
| zuo ci : Arnaud, Jackson, Johnson ... | |
| feat. Ice Cube | |
| Daz: | |
| Yo when I spit pay attention, just play your position | |
| Finna to stab you with scissors, I' m mad at the prison | |
| Mad ' cause I' m sittin', mad at these casualties missin' | |
| in' bout who bad and who isn' t | |
| t homie, we Dogg Pound Crippin' | |
| Man, I just handle my business and pop Impala' s | |
| Keep a gang of thorough z cold watchin' my product | |
| Still watchin' my dollars | |
| I' m a D. P. G. C. street rhyme scholar | |
| I got the world on my dogg collar | |
| Y' all z soft in the middle | |
| I' m bombin' on ' em, plus y' all ain' t t | |
| With the heart of a hundred pits founds grippin' the system | |
| Gettin' they armor, launch a revolver | |
| We all plan contact when we yell ' woof' | |
| Scope vision, aim, fall back | |
| what it cost, Dogg Pound need all that | |
| I' ll put the holes in you z gettin' t twisted | |
| Dissin' individuals who be snitchin' | |
| Duck down, here I come to get ' em, tell ' em | |
| Chorus: Daz Ice Cube | |
| Hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down | |
| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down | |
| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| " Sir, can you please call Animal Control | |
| Your dog has gotten out again and attacked four people" | |
| Ice Cube: | |
| When I rap z get they straps | |
| They catch the claps tryin' to with a maniac | |
| I' m brainiac, Ice Cube pyroclastic flow | |
| You z know how I get down, if you don' t then yo' ass a hoe | |
| I dip through there, like Happy New Year with distribution | |
| What' s your resolution? I got the solution | |
| I got rhymes, cut ' em into nickels and dimes | |
| I got mixtapes, 64' s and six eighths | |
| I' m at the Dogg Pound tryin' to save a dogg named Daz | |
| So all you suckas pass, hit the gate and got in yo' ass | |
| And that t there is a felony, that' s what they keep tellin' me | |
| That' s that dogg from the LBC, now we got to put him to sleep | |
| ST to the RAP, put it out first put him to sleep | |
| Grab Daz put him up in my jeep, drove him back to that 21 Street | |
| Chorus: Daz Ice Cube | |
| Hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down | |
| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down | |
| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| Daz: | |
| Takin' the strap up off my back | |
| I' m actin' if I was an actionless bastard | |
| When I could treat your ' heart out | |
| And keep rappin' like nothin' happened | |
| This for them G' s who keep the straps in they jacket | |
| When I could smack him, ask him if he got a heart like me | |
| Move weight, ask him if he hold the fort like me | |
| Bring some more of yo' z, usually just be dead in the street | |
| Listen up, pipe down I' m what you call a soldier | |
| Army fatigues, keepin' a pump up under my shoulder | |
| I get bolder therefore I got bodies to count | |
| Come up with quarters, how you talkin' with a gun in your mouth? | |
| I' m for real homie, I don' t with too many z | |
| But the last real ones alive keep on livin', | |
| Don' t get it twisted, that' s what come to my mind | |
| So recognize when you see a G, open your eyes | |
| Stay alive, keep the automatic nine when we ride | |
| Watchin' my back, blowin' dro, I stay on the grind | |
| I get , goin' broke never be on my mind | |
| I keep ya smoked, Dogg Pound, Long Beach Eastside | |
| Grab your arms, hater' s holdin' on for his life | |
| This what the lock from a thorough' blue pit feel like | |
| Chorus: Daz Ice Cube | |
| So hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down | |
| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down | |
| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| Westside!.. Eastside!.. |
| zuò cí : Arnaud, Jackson, Johnson ... | |
| feat. Ice Cube | |
| Daz: | |
| Yo when I spit pay attention, just play your position | |
| Finna to stab you with scissors, I' m mad at the prison | |
| Mad ' cause I' m sittin', mad at these casualties missin' | |
| in' bout who bad and who isn' t | |
| t homie, we Dogg Pound Crippin' | |
| Man, I just handle my business and pop Impala' s | |
| Keep a gang of thorough z cold watchin' my product | |
| Still watchin' my dollars | |
| I' m a D. P. G. C. street rhyme scholar | |
| I got the world on my dogg collar | |
| Y' all z soft in the middle | |
| I' m bombin' on ' em, plus y' all ain' t t | |
| With the heart of a hundred pits founds grippin' the system | |
| Gettin' they armor, launch a revolver | |
| We all plan contact when we yell ' woof' | |
| Scope vision, aim, fall back | |
| what it cost, Dogg Pound need all that | |
| I' ll put the holes in you z gettin' t twisted | |
| Dissin' individuals who be snitchin' | |
| Duck down, here I come to get ' em, tell ' em | |
| Chorus: Daz Ice Cube | |
| Hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down | |
| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down | |
| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| " Sir, can you please call Animal Control | |
| Your dog has gotten out again and attacked four people" | |
| Ice Cube: | |
| When I rap z get they straps | |
| They catch the claps tryin' to with a maniac | |
| I' m brainiac, Ice Cube pyroclastic flow | |
| You z know how I get down, if you don' t then yo' ass a hoe | |
| I dip through there, like Happy New Year with distribution | |
| What' s your resolution? I got the solution | |
| I got rhymes, cut ' em into nickels and dimes | |
| I got mixtapes, 64' s and six eighths | |
| I' m at the Dogg Pound tryin' to save a dogg named Daz | |
| So all you suckas pass, hit the gate and got in yo' ass | |
| And that t there is a felony, that' s what they keep tellin' me | |
| That' s that dogg from the LBC, now we got to put him to sleep | |
| ST to the RAP, put it out first put him to sleep | |
| Grab Daz put him up in my jeep, drove him back to that 21 Street | |
| Chorus: Daz Ice Cube | |
| Hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down | |
| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down | |
| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| Daz: | |
| Takin' the strap up off my back | |
| I' m actin' if I was an actionless bastard | |
| When I could treat your ' heart out | |
| And keep rappin' like nothin' happened | |
| This for them G' s who keep the straps in they jacket | |
| When I could smack him, ask him if he got a heart like me | |
| Move weight, ask him if he hold the fort like me | |
| Bring some more of yo' z, usually just be dead in the street | |
| Listen up, pipe down I' m what you call a soldier | |
| Army fatigues, keepin' a pump up under my shoulder | |
| I get bolder therefore I got bodies to count | |
| Come up with quarters, how you talkin' with a gun in your mouth? | |
| I' m for real homie, I don' t with too many z | |
| But the last real ones alive keep on livin', | |
| Don' t get it twisted, that' s what come to my mind | |
| So recognize when you see a G, open your eyes | |
| Stay alive, keep the automatic nine when we ride | |
| Watchin' my back, blowin' dro, I stay on the grind | |
| I get , goin' broke never be on my mind | |
| I keep ya smoked, Dogg Pound, Long Beach Eastside | |
| Grab your arms, hater' s holdin' on for his life | |
| This what the lock from a thorough' blue pit feel like | |
| Chorus: Daz Ice Cube | |
| So hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down | |
| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' when the dogg put his foot down | |
| The ground gon' move somethin' viscous | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| So you better hold on to somethin' | |
| Better get your strizap, better get your strizap | |
| Westside!.. Eastside!.. |
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