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Dresta
Easily I approach
The microphone because I ain't no joke
nigg* tell Kurupt, Nate and Daz i'mma buck 'em
Matter of fact tell that whole pound I say fk 'em
It's a new year so put the bustas in their plizace
BG Knocc and gangsta Dresta bring it to your fizace
Riders on a mission
I catch you slippin, you getting struck clown
So fk any busta thats down with the mutt pound
BG Knocc Out
It's the compton city G nigg*
Bow to your knees nigg*
Run up in your hood
c*ck back my strap and pull the treez nigg*
And if you slippin, you know i'm gonna wet cha
I'm the baby boss hogg, better known as the dogg catcher
Bow wow yipee yay, didn't you hear me say
I'm a dogg killa, cos all doggs have they day
Now don't run up on me, if you ain't prepared to fight
Little Knocc Out and I'm swayzed, baby gangsta for life
Chorus X2
Dat nigg* Daz (Killa)
Kurupt (Killa)
Dr Dre (Killa)
Mark as*
Snoop Dogg (Killa)
Nate Dogg (Killa)
Tha Dogg Pound (Killa)
fk, fk all y'all,
Dresta
I bring the noise everytime a nigg* wind me up
I pull my nine and blow a mind, everytime I bust
I trust no man and thats from now until infinity
nigg* you either my homie or just consider yourself my enemy
out here fake dog, like Nate Dogg
I swear you made it, but talkin that s**t to Dre
Will get you and your DJ regulated
girls come a diamond sack, so lets get it straight
A fake is what I hate, so fk Kurupt, Daz and Nate
BG Knocc Out
Motherfking fake
be thinking that they can get with the real deal
What I would do, If I was you is take a chill pill
Yet and still tricks, I gave your click a bust
But when i see that busta Daz
I gotta fade his ass
Smash, down another puppy pound clown
With the round from my smith
And watch his body shift
Drift his soul in the wind as they carry you
And big K-O can dig your hole before they bury you
Bridge X2
Pranksters, studio gangstas, bustas
Softer than a b*tch but betrayed the role of gangsta
Pranksters, studio gangstas, bustas
Stupid motherfker, yeah thats what i'm saying
BG Knocc Out
So now you know, who in the fk you fking with
B-G and D-R-E nigg*, the baby gangsta click
As we drop some gangsta s**t
From a real G's perspective
get all like pumped
While I stay calm and collective
I check those suckas
They callin self and causing ruckus
94 set claimin, Snoop, D-O bangin bustas
Dresta
Much love, to the BG, CPT
Much love, to the DRE, OBG
Much love, to the Eazy-E, CPT
And DPG don't wanna see us, see see
You fools ain't nothing but marks, so fk your set
Now whats next
I doubt if you wanna flex, no respect
Run up and get wrecked
You tried to diss the BG, although we let that s**t pass
Daz you fk around and find your ugly ass
Smashed in a trash bag, fool
You wanna be caught up be laying down
If you keep fkin around with the Comp-town