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Tha Dogg Pound

Push Bacc

 

Push Bacc

(album: Dillinger & Young Gotti II: Tha Saga Continuez... - 2005)


[Bishop Don Magic Juan:]
Oh, what a great day!
The reuniting of Tha Dogg Pound!
Oh, it has come together, it's time
Everybody waited, everybody knew it was going to happen
But now the Archbishop Don Magic Juan has christened it
I have prayed, I bowed and asked the Lord:
Bring California together!

[Kurupt:]
Give me a piece of mind, a nickel, a nine
Something to chip a nigga from ankle to spine
We mobbing niggas, if they try to bring up the past
Unless they talking 'bout '95 Kurupt and Daz
Unless they talk about '92, 3, or 4
We shattering motherfuckers like car windows
Did you know we was back? Back in the 'Lac
Tossing sacks back and forth like a quarterback, jack
Bitches eat dicks like pickles
If I'ma go out, I'm going out like Brian Nichols
I'm sick of the games, nigga, I'm sick and deranged
Popping that bullshit will get you hit with them thangs
I'm sick with them thangs, I ain't got no patience left
Without a pistol, light niggas like crystal meth
You thought niggas was a joke 'cause of the liqour and smoke?
Quicker to knock niggas, sicker than leukemia, loc

Push bacc, ride to the fullest
Dogg Pound tossing bullets, ride to the fullest
Kurupt and Dat Nigga D-A to the motherfucking Z
D.P. motherfucking G.C
I'm just too much, Snoop too much, Soopafly too much
Grip the heater, dump, bust
Big Nate too much, what you talking 'bout?
Nothing but them riders with automatics, we shut 'em down
Dogg Pound

[Daz Dillinger:]
Who want it like never before?
You know the bullshit stop when we walk through the door
Malicious and viscous, I'm dishing out the slugs that be spitting
You know me and my nigga Young Gotti, yeah, we back on a mission
We riding with something fully automatic, letting them niggas have it
Boom-boom motherfucker, you ain't the fucking baddest
Nobody, Daz Dillinger, my nigga Young Gotti
12-gauge shotty shooting up the party
Dilly illy, beat a nigga with a billy club
Yeah I'm gangsta nigga, I represent for the thugs
'Cause I get sick when I lose it, check out the way I abuse it
Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz, yeah, that gangsta music
Cruising in the fastlane, stupid, dumb, and insane
Yeah them D.P.G. niggas, we back with the gang
Yeah, Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz is back
Motherfucker, so lay down flat (blaow! blaow!)
It's like that, sicker where I come from
Dogg Pound Gangstas, nigga, you don't want none

[Kurupt:]
Push back, ride to the fullest
Dogg Pound tossing bullets, ride to the fullest
Kurupt and Dat Nigga D-A to the motherfucking Z
D.P. motherfucking G.C
I'm just too much, Snoop too much, Soopafly too much
Grip the heater, dump, bust
Big Nate too much, what you talking 'bout?
Nothing but them riders with automatics, we shut 'em down
Dogg Pound

[Daz Dillinger:]
Yeah! You know the Dogg Pound is back up in this motherfucker
Doing what the fuck we know what we supposed to, nigga
Blaze up the motherfucking weed!

[Daz & Kurupt:]
I inhale the smoke, blow I, t out, nigga, keep puffing
Enough ain't enough, nigga so keep on busting
What the fuck's wrong with you niggas, bustas
That's why we don't get along with you niggas, motherfucker
I park the 'Lac by the curb, my D's shining
Re-designing my format, you already know that
Blast back, blaze a sack, tell me what you looking at
L.T. dropped the beat, me and D-A-Z complete
We serious and furious when we on the trigger
Them Dogg Pound niggas they keeps nine millimeters
What the fuck you thought it was, we in to carmelitas
We never leave the house without indica and heaters
'Cause we can't hold back, niggas just know that
Low like LoJack in Dogg Pound throwbacks
Ride... to the motherfucking fullest
Dogg Pound Gangstas riding and tossing bullets

[Kurupt:]
Push bacc, ride to the fullest
Dogg Pound tossing bullets, ride to the fullest
Kurupt and Dat Nigga D-A to the motherfucking Z
D.P. motherfucking G.C
I'm just too much, Snoop too much, Soopafly too much
Grip the heater, dump, bust
Big Nate too much, what you talking 'bout?
Nothing but them riders with automatics, we shut 'em down
Dogg Pound

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