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let's ryde 2 night - tha dogg pound lyrics

[intro: daz dillinger]
gangsta

[verse 1: daz dillinger]
a n*gga starvin’ and hungry with an appetite built for destruction
get it off your chest, n*gga, c*ckin’ and bustin’
on sight, we rushin’, ak’s from russia
we them n*ggas you love to hate ’cause we ghetto, now f*ck ’em
explode on them assh0l*s
enter the danger zone where the weather’s so cold
i told the story again and again
on how it goes down way back when
you see, cuz told cuz that cuz caught a slug
then cuz came back and gave it like it was
now it’s a n*gga dead, 1*87 in progress
now n*ggas know ’round here not to start sh*t

[verse 2: kurupt]
murder murder, c*ck the burner, dump and then slide, n*gga
that dogg pound gangsta sh*t bump in my ride, n*gga
me and my brother drawz dippin’ around the ‘shaw
me and my brother hump got the semi and pump
pushin’ for the frontline, hit ’em up from behind
hit ’em up every time, tiny thai, born to die
swoop and lil’ g bop, let’s go hit the money route
and see what the f*ck these b*tch n*ggas really talkin’ ’bout
me and my n*gga daz always out to get the cash
soon as you see them n*ggas, you should just duck and dash
before we come out with the nina, fly, buck and flash
motherf*ck ’em, daz, hit the fire, c*ck, buck and blast
[chorus: daz dillinger & kurupt]
ah, we gon’ ride, we gon’ smash
we gon’ get ’em, we gon’ blast
we gon’ ride, we gon’ smash
we gon’ get ’em, we gon’ blast
yeah, f*ck y’all n*ggas, we could ride tonight
we gon’ catch these n*ggas slippin’
get to dumpin’, get to trippin’
get the pancake and chicken flippin’
makin’ money off some b*tches
die or die tryin’, ride tonight (skrrt)

[verse 3: daz dillinger]
we ride old school, handle cars, they can only handle ours
pistol grip .9 in your face, yeah, we roll hard
death before dishonor, gangsta don dada
all or nothin’, motherf*cker, when the gat start hollerin’
it’s usual, n*ggas know what i do to you
street laws and politics don’t run sh*t
come up missin’, motherf*cker, talkin’ dumb sh*t
hood to hood, f*ck if it’s all good
the barrel chrome and the handle, yeah, it’s all wood
time to put in work, time to set a trend
shootin’, g*ngb*ngin’, n*gga, that’s how we live
doin’ this sh*t, yeah, since i was a kid
wear the wrong color, homicide revenge
blue or red, take two to the head
talk all the sh*t, n*gga, and spray it again
pow, pow
[verse 4: kurupt]
i ain’t never gave a f*ck about a b*tch
until i met a b*tch who did the same sh*t
i had to get myself together so quick
and keep it hood, f*ck the b*tch, this crip
i’m a dpg fa sho
as soon as i fall off, i’m back up, though
keep it hood, n*gga, that’s my motto
i’m f*ckin’ actresses now, and models
rollin’ in impalas
roller skatin’ in miami, atlanta and philadelphia
on daytons, i’m a dogg pound native
what up, baby girl? i’m in 501 levi’s with black talons
baby blue t*shirt, baby blue new balance
pass me the henn’, let a real n*gga in
let the end just begin, n*gga, let the barrel spin
n*gga walk in the club with the homies and some friends

[chorus: daz dillinger & kurupt]
ah, we gon’ ride, we gon’ smash
we gon’ get ’em, we gon’ blast
we gon’ ride, we gon’ smash
we gon’ get ’em, we gon’ blast
yeah, f*ck y’all n*ggas, we could ride tonight
we gon’ catch these n*ggas slippin’
get to dumpin’, get to trippin’
get the pancake and chicken flippin’
makin’ money off some b*tches
die or die tryin’, ride tonight

- tha dogg pound lyrics

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