Dr. Dre, RBX, Kurupt, The Lady of Rage - Lyrical Gangbang lyrics
Dr. Dre [Andre Romell Young] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Dr. Dre, RBX, Kurupt, The Lady of Rage - Lyrical Gangbang lyrics]
This should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential area
Now I'ma kick up dust as I begin to bust
On the wick-wack
Fucked up suckers you can't trust
When I kick up, I lick up
Your face get smacked up when I rack up
So all you mothafuckas just pack up
Or get slapped with the swiftness
If you think you're swift with the gift
Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in your stockin'
I'm knockin' 'em out the box and
Knockin' 'em out their socks and
'cause Robin is rockin'
Breakin' 'em down to the slab
Takin' 'em down on their ass
Now what you wanna do? Ya wanna battle? Uh
Send you up shit creek
Without a motherfuckin' paddle
Rattle that brain
I'm not the same old plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder
You're nothin' more than a grain
Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel
Not Bushwick Bill but I can take
It to that other level
You think you got pull? Then pull it, uh
I got the trigger so I
Figure you'll bite the bullet
Then bite the dust and wipe the fuss
Do what I must, and what I must is bust
A bubble or two, some trouble for you
So skip to my Luger
Lady of Rage is comin' through
Some cool shit some cool shit
Boo ya, spittin' out buckshots
I fears no one
I makes 'em cool off like the polar cap
Clenchin' as the hit's misses
The roller's back
Pushin' packs to make a profit
Diggy dope duck on the topic, so
Stop and give me my props, kid
I'm livin' large like a fat bitch
So get back, bitch
I'm hard to bogart so the fact is
This young black kid a mercenary, merciless
Murderin' millions of niggas
So who's first to diss? They say I'm bad
So you'll find none worse than this
Chewin' motherfuckers up like
A Hershey's Kiss put to sleep
Loving the lyrics I leave in
The minds of each
Rough when flex, too complex
Wrecks your mental piece
So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half
Niggas
You're quick to talk shit, I whoop your ass
Nigga then watch me blast, nigga
'cause I'm the last nigga
You wanna fuck wit', so up your cash, nigga
I make 'em stagger
I'm scandalous as Jimmy Swaggart
I'm a good tracker
Scopin' your girl then watch me tag her
Pullin' steel like a stunt
Shown like an ID card, nigga
No needs to front, so
Here to torment, I put track on crack
And I'm strapped with a
Semi-tone milli-ten Mac
Yo, I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, chief
Deadly as Jason on Friday the 13th
A to the motherfuckin' K
Back in the days, niggas, they use to scrap
But now in '92, niggas, they pull their strap
'Cause, um, police
Them come wicked then them shoot niggas
So niggas retaliate and start to loot
Execute, boot stompin'
Black soldier here to teach and mold ya
The innovator, dominator, narrator
R-B to the motherfuckin' X, flex wicked
Stylee, bump and be found and do bleed by a
Maniac with a gat
See, nowadays, niggas is like that
I pull my trigger back, the bullets go
Buh buh-buh, now I'm on death row
Fuck it, niggas goin' wild
Every night they shoot, it's like Beirut
Maybe you should get a Kevlar
Vest for your chest
Anytime steppin' through my hood
But that'll do you no good
One slug to your face, don't hate
You're gettin' smoked like wood
Nasty nigga, bloody pumps, face flat
On the concrete, here comes the white sheet
Mr coroner, caught with some yellow tape
But the murderers escape audi like five G's
Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G thang
Preferably in a residential area
Now I'ma kick up dust as I begin to bust
On the wick-wack
Fucked up suckers you can't trust
When I kick up, I lick up
Your face get smacked up when I rack up
So all you mothafuckas just pack up
Or get slapped with the swiftness
If you think you're swift with the gift
Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in your stockin'
I'm knockin' 'em out the box and
Knockin' 'em out their socks and
'cause Robin is rockin'
Breakin' 'em down to the slab
Takin' 'em down on their ass
Now what you wanna do? Ya wanna battle? Uh
Send you up shit creek
Without a motherfuckin' paddle
Rattle that brain
I'm not the same old plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder
You're nothin' more than a grain
Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel
Not Bushwick Bill but I can take
It to that other level
You think you got pull? Then pull it, uh
I got the trigger so I
Figure you'll bite the bullet
Then bite the dust and wipe the fuss
Do what I must, and what I must is bust
A bubble or two, some trouble for you
So skip to my Luger
Lady of Rage is comin' through
Some cool shit some cool shit
Boo ya, spittin' out buckshots
I fears no one
I makes 'em cool off like the polar cap
Clenchin' as the hit's misses
The roller's back
Pushin' packs to make a profit
Diggy dope duck on the topic, so
Stop and give me my props, kid
I'm livin' large like a fat bitch
So get back, bitch
I'm hard to bogart so the fact is
This young black kid a mercenary, merciless
Murderin' millions of niggas
So who's first to diss? They say I'm bad
So you'll find none worse than this
Chewin' motherfuckers up like
A Hershey's Kiss put to sleep
Loving the lyrics I leave in
The minds of each
Rough when flex, too complex
Wrecks your mental piece
So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half
Niggas
You're quick to talk shit, I whoop your ass
Nigga then watch me blast, nigga
'cause I'm the last nigga
You wanna fuck wit', so up your cash, nigga
I make 'em stagger
I'm scandalous as Jimmy Swaggart
I'm a good tracker
Scopin' your girl then watch me tag her
Pullin' steel like a stunt
Shown like an ID card, nigga
No needs to front, so
Here to torment, I put track on crack
And I'm strapped with a
Semi-tone milli-ten Mac
Yo, I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, chief
Deadly as Jason on Friday the 13th
A to the motherfuckin' K
Back in the days, niggas, they use to scrap
But now in '92, niggas, they pull their strap
'Cause, um, police
Them come wicked then them shoot niggas
So niggas retaliate and start to loot
Execute, boot stompin'
Black soldier here to teach and mold ya
The innovator, dominator, narrator
R-B to the motherfuckin' X, flex wicked
Stylee, bump and be found and do bleed by a
Maniac with a gat
See, nowadays, niggas is like that
I pull my trigger back, the bullets go
Buh buh-buh, now I'm on death row
Fuck it, niggas goin' wild
Every night they shoot, it's like Beirut
Maybe you should get a Kevlar
Vest for your chest
Anytime steppin' through my hood
But that'll do you no good
One slug to your face, don't hate
You're gettin' smoked like wood
Nasty nigga, bloody pumps, face flat
On the concrete, here comes the white sheet
Mr coroner, caught with some yellow tape
But the murderers escape audi like five G's
Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G thang