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Kurupt
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Represent Dat G.C.
Lyricist：Calvin Broadus, Priest Joseph Brooks, Ricardo Brown, Tray Davis, Fred Nassar, James Savage, Warren G
Oh y'all just wanna do with out the beat
Uh well fuck it we gon' do it like this
On radio station motherfuckin' 187.4 bitch
W Ballz part two huh? Peep game broadcasting
Provided by mother fucking Enema huh?
(Enema)
Enema not Enema Enema
I'm sayin' it baby, I just said it low
(In yo' ass)
In your motherfuckin' asshole
Okay like this, we gon' clean it up like this, huh punk bitch
Man what a bitch, gangsta shit
Fours scrape up the cement then bend
I never love me a hoe
Just to remind y'all bitches in case you didn't know
I breaks fool all niggaz, way cool all niggaz
Fuck all y'all niggaz, sawed off y'all niggaz
And I'm quick to pull out
Gangsta shit, tell a bitch to stick a dick in her mouth
As I skip to my loo, C-walkin', G talkin'
I'm a gangsta, cold hearted, sick, dumb and retarded
Came up this far without a bullet proof vest
(Yeah)
Ran with the best, sport khaki's again always stay fresh
Won't settle for less looped out, satined out
Man these niggaz on deck
Now it's the pimp of the crew, Soopafly comin' through
I got a dick and a couple balls just to name a few
The D.P. locked out, niggaz get choked out
Smoked out niggaz that'll fuck you up no doubt
Gangsta gangsta, tell me how you do it
It seems so simple like there was nothin' to it
Rippin', sippin', dippin' on the fluid
West Coast nigga, yeah we be the truest
Represent that Long Beach, represent that L.B.C.
Represent that Long Beach, represent that S.T.C
Represent that Long Beach, represent that D.P.G.
Represent that Long Beach, represent that P.A.C.
I have so much beef I shoulda fucked up my colon
But I sent 'em off deprived, with both they fuckin' eyes swollen
Everything stolen and it's still rich rollin'
Niggaz can't see me 'cause I kill shit blowin'
I let loose like ain't no tomorrow with bomb beats
AK-47 street, quick to get ya, my lyrics like missiles to hit Hitler
Motherfucker stay up out my Kool-Aid pitcher
You don't wanna see my style like click-click pow
Make you bow to my wicked style, make you my child
The enemy wanna diss, nigga but how could he?
We hookers and hoodies, with a bag full of goodies, what!?
Now take that for what it's worth
I'll terrorize your territory and take over your turf
All these niggaz is rob, but they was soft as a Nerf
Nasty as after birth, they say 'ooh' after the verse
I'm commercial, universal with no rehearsal
And when I'm in the hood I'm just so controversial
Niggaz know me homie the O.G.
West Coast Don, I'll smash on anyone
On my daughter and my two sons, the set and my two guns
I move the dubs and let D move the 2-1's
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Not to mention all my No Limit niggaz now
We do it G style like Big C-Style
Represent that Long Beach, represent that L.B.C.
Represent that Long Beach, represent that S.T.C
Represent that L.B., represent that D.P.G.
Represent that L.B., represent that P.A.C.
What, what, what? My freestyle worth about a ticket now
So to kick a style, you gotta kick me down
Every nigga from the Pound gettin' paid now
Hey now, big bow wow honey child
I ran a hundred miles through about a hundred styles
And now I'm through with it, with nothin' else to do with it
Roll it, blaze it, pass it, now you hit it
We's a D.P.G. committee
Snoop fuck that bitch, dat Nigga Daz fuck that bitch
That trick, that goofy ass bitch
Soopafly, super high, ruff cap slip, fuckin' gangsta shit
20 Insane, 60 Crip, 19th Street Crip
Where the gangstas hang it's a gang thang, we all gang bang
Hold up
(Wait a minute)
All my niggaz get
(Gangsta with it)
Tick-tock
(Crip Walk)
And prepare to get ill when the gangstas talk
Saggin' and flaggin' with the '7-trey draggin'
Smokin' like a dragon with the .4-4 cannon
Be the last man standin' whoopin' niggaz at random
Gray and Blue bandanna's, hoo-ridin' is standard
So what y'all wanna say?
(Huh, huh?)
What y'all wanna do?
(Huh, huh?)
You niggaz trippin', while I'm steady dippin'
Throw your clip in, since y'all all flippin'
Rollin' capers, while I'm gettin' papers
Tried to shake us, you know they caught the vapors
Everyone around is soon to see
Ain't nobody comin' close to me
Keep hangin' â€~round and you'll believe
Represent that Long Beach, represent that L.B.C.
Represent that Long Beach, represent that S.T.C.
Represent that Long Beach, represent that D.P.G.
Represent that Long Beach, represent that P.A.C.
Represent that Long Beach, represent that S.T.G.
Represent that Long Beach, represent that D.P.G.
Represent that Long Beach, represent that P.A.C.
Represent that Long Beach, represent that Long Beach
Represent that
Let's kick it off like this bitch, bitch please you ain't knowin'
The broadcast is directed by motherfuckin'
Snoop Doggy Dogg in this biznotch
If you're not knowin', ya know
We gon' kick it in your colon hole like this though
1-8-7.4 in your asshole like this
If you're not knowin' now your blowin' Shabadoo huh?
We gon' kick it like this to the Eastside L.B.C.
L.B.C. huh? S.D.C.? Fuck I heard it was uh, D.P.G.
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