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Shuda Beena B-Dog

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  • 1993.02.15
  • 4:42
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歌詞

Ay what up Loc? Hey where you from homeboy? Kelly Park Compton Crip Ay well nigga this blood nigga! (Boom boom boom boom) How could a Crab go up against a Dog? Dogs got paws and fag Crabs got claws Picture no B-Dog niggas like bitches And I'm that Dog that buries Crabs in the ditches Cover 'em up and flex back to my doghouse The hog rock bottoms where the M gang hang out nigga Nick knack paddy whack give a Crab a bone Don't give a shit 'bout a funeral home Yeah I just love it when an E-Ricket falls Fool, that's the life of a B-Dog Downin' a Crab like a bottle of see-be Inglewood Gangstas, W-D-Z Throwin' up the see what the fuck you sign! Puffin' on a blunt goin' outta my mind The O-G Dog is rollin' Rickets like a Cutlass I'll put one in your ass And leave your body butless Welcome to the see-K rag set Showin' a Crab like Awol no pity No skilled bitch soundin' like Dr. Seus A-W-O-L a wolf on the loose Should've been a B-Dog Should've been a B-Dog, punk this is Piru Fucks Smelly Marks, Nappy Heads, Long Bitch and Tragniew Here I go again about to straight dis I got my plate all fixed for some Eggs Toast and Grits Bitch-made nigga now you know who I am Slammin' Rickets on their back but my name ain't Van Damme I'm jinxin' muthafuckas like a gypsy And if you want me Then you're gonna have to come and get me Hit me up or I'ma smoke you with my see-K gat You should've been a be -Dog bitch and it's like that Niggas is haulin' me off and it's a holocaust Comin' down automatic gun sounds terrorize the whole town Niggas don't suspect that I'ma hit 'em with some hot lead Unloadin' my shit, makin' sure that they're all dead Wearin' my color, representin' the Blood gang I can take a Crab and turn him into a blood stain The voices in my head tryin' their best to command me They claim that I'm insane cause they don't understand me Lil' Stretch comin' in with a roll call And fuck all Crabs cause you should've been a B-Dog Now I can start off fast, or I can start off slow But the real gangstas know which way I should go Well now the hunters is deep and ya know that's right O-G's from the four, the homie Tee and half pint Small as a muthafucka, ain't takin' no shit And the homie from the Ace my dog Big Rick C-K Bone from the deuce, Chill Will from the four Lil' Stretch and P-Dogg from the five ain't no joke The hunters in town and we bringin' the noise Along with the Hacienda village boys But now it's time for me to talk about the killas But can't forget about the millers B-S-P, I-G and the Denver lands H two-zeroes, Scottsdale and the east pain Leuder's Park and A-P is comin' right is at Show you where it's at, the H-P's and the cabbage patch B-B-P, B-S-V, a hundred tramp five Can't forget about the pirus on the West Side M-S-be , Q-S-B and the V-N-G's Fruit town brims, lime hoods and the Elm Street C-P-P, H-P-G and the Athens Park Mel through the jungles won't make it if it's after dark V-T-P, five deuces and the fruit town Walk through Harvard Park and you might get beat down Weirdos blood, see-M-G's and the tree top East side pueblo niggas and the cedar block Lil' Stretch Dog has finished with the roll call And fuck all Crabs cause you should've been a B-Dog Yeah, ah yeah

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