Top Songs By Daz Dillinger
Lyrics
Greetings, loved ones
What up, niggas and niggettes?
West-Coast gangsta shit, you dig?
Dub C, Daz Dilli
Yeah, East side, West side
Y'all know what it is (y'all know what it is)
Yeah (yes)
Pushing figures, prepare for the gangbang, throw it up
From khaki chucks, Daz and Dub, yeah, they know it's us
Get with it, I get ran over like a locomotive
Smoking explosives igniting, nigga it's time to blow it (boom, boom)
Back up, back to the essence of this G-shit
West-coast gangsta shit, what I represent
D-D-D-Dub and Daz bringing that feeling to ya
Roll it up, motherfucker, you know we had to do it
Pants saggin', grabbing, and clutching the flag
And I'm automatic, sporadic, a bulls-eye
Let 'em have it
With a deadly combination, they asking how could'ya?
With the Long Beach mobs, the neighborhood hustlers
Murderous tactics, I'm mad 'cause I get it cracking
Wreck 'em, wreck 'em up, and whack 'em
Fuck 'em up and smack 'em (smack 'em)
Who got a problem with the homie, get at me
I keep the big homie cock strapped on the back seat (brrah)
Twah, twah, stomp down, here we go
This is the only way that we know
Gangbang, slang came, pop lowriders
Policies, wallabies, solo pop collars
Swing out, hang out, way-aah
Cripshit, we never ever play ya, pay ya
Stay out the way
I get mine, all day, every day, understand me?
A family, pushing through the door to breakthrough
With some shit the average nigga can relate to (yeah)
Ladies, throw ya kids up shaking, making goods
Niggas throw ya city up, represent your hood
It's been a minute since niggas undid it
But that nigga Daz and Dub show 'em how to hit it
'Til Dr. Dre drop, I'ma stay tuned
But now I gotta let you know LA's in the room
Rhyme with that LBC, we deep, no set trip, but a niggas feet with a skeet
Kick the chucks in the ass, fall like Cleese (ah, ha)
Drop gwack down, put the hog in the streets
Never leave without a heat, who got beef
Call Master Pookie, a big boat, I ain't hard to reach
All you got to do is holla (holla)
I'm near bottom, with my pants down, feeding your kid's momma
Twah, twah stomp down, here we go
This is the only way that we know
Gangbang, slang came, pop lowriders
Policies, wallabies, solo pop collars
Swing out, hang out, way-aah
Cripshit, we never ever play ya, pay ya
Stay out the way
I get mine, all day, everyday, understand me?
Me and my nigga do the dance
To this with a handshot
Call, get it command and it's blam, blam, blam
Here I am (whoo), dat nigga Daz and the shady one (sup)
WC, yo, shit we the crazy ones
Damn, niggas acting like they hard, but they not
Untouchable to touch with the Glock (brrah)
Eastsider, Westsider setting shit on fire
We the best niggas to represent for the ride
Yeah, brra-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr-brr
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, leave 'em
I'm on the block, drinking it with my Desert Eagle
Hat cut, black top, rag drop
Makin' it hot, you fuckin' with them kind of niggas, letting the gat pop
Forever in the game, spit flame, ain't shit changed
DPG, Lench Mob, Big Swang
The larger the clip, the harder the hit
Nigga Daz and Dub, y'all started some shit
Twah, twah, stomp down, here we go
This is the only thing that we know
Gangbang, slang came, pop lowriders
Policies, wallabies, solo pop collars
Swing out, hang out, way-aah
Cripshit, we never ever play ya, pay ya
Stay out the way
I get mine, all day, everyday, understand me? ('Stand me?)
Writer(s): William L Calhoun
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