Dogg Pound lyrics
Dogg Pound lyrics
"Riding Sliping and Sliding Lyrics"
Ahhhhhwww shit, fuck!
[Dat Nigga Daz]
It's a brand new day in the hood
It's money to make, and I'm doin bad and it ain't lookin good
It's all about the you know what everywhere that I roll
And never leave emptyhanded without packin my chrome
If it's on it's on, I put down my gangsta hand
Show and prove and be gat, put the jack down a chance
See I can put down like this, and you don't know why
Curtains Up Evil Deeds Lyrics
Curtains Up (Encore Version) ----------------------------- Still on? Yo, is the mic on? Check, check, check Alright, let's do it
Niggaz always would try, but soon they all just die
How they come up like I, would put my biz in the street
I'd like to say is that the jack made my life complete
Fifty-four thousand the cash he left cheesed and stitched
But it still ain't enough, so what can I plot next?
An armored truck'd be fine, as I come up from behind
Grab 7 bags and fled, not wastin no time
Coppers tailin my ass, breathin hard on my back
Now
Grab the satchel full of money brother Star crib
I throw the money on the table say 'be back in a bit'
I caught the biggest dope sack, I got my hood sewed up
Now everybody bought to make the bomb soaked uncut
Ridin', slipin' and slidin'
Ran out a door my situation's back where I left
A voice quietly tellin me -- you got to come up on some bread
Don't get twist
Never dreamin or wishin the money that I'm missin
I heard some, niggaz doubt clockin rakin in all the dough
And since I'm doin bad I gotta jack for they dough
Called my partners in crime, Kurupt, Nate Dogg, and Style
True soldiers from the Dogg Pound, puttin it down
Kick the door in with the gauge and fo'-fo' (don't move)
Blast a couple of niggaz as I style with all th
Curtains Up (Encore Version) ----------------------------- Still on? Yo, is the mic on? Check, check, check Alright, let's do it
Niggaz always would try, but soon they all just die
How they come up like I, would put my biz in the street
I'd like to say is that the jack made my life complete
Fifty-four thousand the cash he left cheesed and stitched
But it still ain't enough, so what can I plot next?
An armored truck'd be fine, as I come up from behind
Grab 7 bags and fled, not wastin no time
Coppers tailin my ass, breathin hard on my back
Now
Sub-Zero (Chinese Ninja Warrior) Lyrics
Whoah, Chinese ninja warrior, with your heart so cold. Sub-Zero. Whoah, your life is a mystery. Why you wear the mask? Sub-Zero. Yeah. Yeah. Freezing Vibrations! (Yea
my biz in the corner as I aband' the 'LlacWhoah, Chinese ninja warrior, with your heart so cold. Sub-Zero. Whoah, your life is a mystery. Why you wear the mask? Sub-Zero. Yeah. Yeah. Freezing Vibrations! (Yea
Grab the satchel full of money brother Star crib
I throw the money on the table say 'be back in a bit'
I caught the biggest dope sack, I got my hood sewed up
Now everybody bought to make the bomb soaked uncut
Ridin', slipin' and slidin'
Ran out a door my situation's back where I left
A voice quietly tellin me -- you got to come up on some bread
Don't get twist
Within The Ruins Of Eden Lyrics
Fire of light, the ancients of dark night Transcending through the war of passions delight Feeding on the screams, a prelude to eternity's sigh Shading like the trees, the gods are on their knees
ed for shit, see I be mashin on my own missionFire of light, the ancients of dark night Transcending through the war of passions delight Feeding on the screams, a prelude to eternity's sigh Shading like the trees, the gods are on their knees
Never dreamin or wishin the money that I'm missin
I heard some, niggaz doubt clockin rakin in all the dough
And since I'm doin bad I gotta jack for they dough
Called my partners in crime, Kurupt, Nate Dogg, and Style
True soldiers from the Dogg Pound, puttin it down
Kick the door in with the gauge and fo'-fo' (don't move)
Blast a couple of niggaz as I style with all th