Heltah Skeltah, Tha Dogg Pound - Brownsville II Long Beach lyrics
[Heltah Skeltah, Tha Dogg Pound - Brownsville II Long Beach lyrics]
Just understand the whole shit son
Y'know y'know
It's too much doodoo over here
There's doodoo over there
KnowhatI'msayin? Get with the real, from here
And the real from there
And make it Mo' Better like Blues everywhere
YaknowhatI'msayin? Dynamic Duo times two bro
Fucking global
Fucking domination in this rap shit
Word is Bon Jovi
Yo, whattup, yo you know how me and Ruck go
Worldwide Boot Camp with smoke
By the truckload or the West Coast
Where they show me tons of love
Doc and Tray Deee crackin jokes
Bout guns n drugs
Buggin on this wack rap shit
From coast to coast
Why not the real from both sides
Link and go for broke?
No ass Joke, like Buck or Rakim
Long arms like Dahlsim
Snatch up your ho, fuck her or pass it
It don't mean na-thing
What's the deal Pah? I hope
Shit is peace and love
But, if it ain't fuck it I'm
Forced to release these slugs
Peep these thugs, Sean Price
MC Most Miraculous when pumped up
I'm forced to jump up punk and smack the shit
Act like it can't happen when would
I ever let you slide
Two fly niggas becomin victims of whorides
You try to avoid my clutches
That's when you die news fly fast as fuck on
How Ruckus done bruised guys
Cornball niggas screamin
"Ruck you on some other shit"
Mad cause I make music no longer
For the love of it
What is this? Y'all niggas is
Soft like some velvet you get dealt with
A single shot to your pelvis
Now throw your hands in the air
If you feel this here
Shit'll bump everywhere because it's
Real this year from the city of Long Beach
To my home Brownsville
Cause real recognize real everytime for real
Who mashes with the craziest niggas in town?
Kill em willingly who got the
Right to make a sound?
My style break blocks corners
Avenues and drives
It's about time to mash in, it's a ride
Take you on a mission, be on a mission
I pack the steel
Steadily givin these niggas don't
Pass these zones limit's
I live the unusual cruicial life
So pay attention
As I come through, for you and your crew
It's just a man and his music
I ain't afraid to use
I bruise you badly, you want confusion
I mean it's useless
To step to this, we in effect we dangerous
Contain the mental murderous and
Ain't afraid to diss
We can't quit we can't stop we
Got to do this shit (do this shit)
Cause Heltah Skeltah and this Pound
Bout to run this shit (run this shit)
If you don't know you gotta know
You never trust a bitch
(never trust a bitch)
Game Trump tight, we try to run this shit
(run this shit)
Life without money
That's like breathing with no air
Prepare, there's no love in warfare
Engage, I meet the front page
Like Nicholas Cage
And get served, front and center stage
I'm breakin through
Throw up your Teflon barriers
And get penetrated, telekinetic superior
Hostile, verbal apostle in 3-D
Hittin every galaxy, throwin up DP
We in the house, even when we outdoors
We in the house with dick in your bitch mouth
From here to down South to the Westside
My vocals Test Drive you crazy
The shit I spit'll make a nigga praise me
So say OH, you love the real shit frequently
OH for Dogg P-O-U-N-D and B-C-C
Me, Bummy J and the
D-A-Z Dillinger and Ruckus
And Kurupt what? We equal
Fo' bad motherfuckers
You want lumps? We got some
Worse than that we got guns
From hot ones, to legal shotguns
Hold up I'm not done
Oowops son, and mad Glock 9's
The red dot kind to make a snake hit
The brakes like stopsigns, you feel me?
At the same time
You can catch me on corners yeah smokin trees
Hopin these
Niggas don't battle the Ruckus vocally
Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin while
All you jokers be on some bullshit
Niggas you movin at a slower speed
You know it's the
Show After-Party Hotel like Jodeci
Make me blow the back out
These bitches bangin they ovaries
I know you be
On my dick Pah but yo I totally
Smack the shit out of any nigga
I think that's clonin me
Now who, wants to be a real dope MC
Like Heltah Skeltah and the D-P-G
Swervin all through your fuckin town
And layin punk motherfuckers down, hah!
Man, these niggas servin me? I thinks not
That's facin a blizzard in a fuckin tanktop
I took trips to New Jerz to Cape Cod
You could be adventureous up
Against tremendous odds
And face a poltergeist
I bring it to you nice
And have the whole scenery
Surrounded like the vice
Who could it be comin through in all blue?
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, number one, number two
Never evade the principle, the top principal
Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin
I lay the cards on the table, take a pick
The wrong choice'll get your
Whole chest cavity split
That's when all the bullshit ceases
This whole frame
And format crumble right before
His eyes into pieces
Fake ass assassin with no heart and no mind
No money, no hoes, no flows, and no rhymes
Waitin for poetical Satan, creatin slaughters
Runnin through camps like Walter Payton
I'm all about money makin
And not makin mistakes
You're only worth what you create
In the garden of snakes motherfucker
Yeah, and that's how we do it
Heltah Skeltah and Tha Dogg Pound
Runnin this motherfucker yeah!
Y'know y'know
It's too much doodoo over here
There's doodoo over there
KnowhatI'msayin? Get with the real, from here
And the real from there
And make it Mo' Better like Blues everywhere
YaknowhatI'msayin? Dynamic Duo times two bro
Fucking global
Fucking domination in this rap shit
Word is Bon Jovi
Yo, whattup, yo you know how me and Ruck go
Worldwide Boot Camp with smoke
By the truckload or the West Coast
Where they show me tons of love
Doc and Tray Deee crackin jokes
Bout guns n drugs
Buggin on this wack rap shit
From coast to coast
Why not the real from both sides
Link and go for broke?
No ass Joke, like Buck or Rakim
Long arms like Dahlsim
Snatch up your ho, fuck her or pass it
It don't mean na-thing
What's the deal Pah? I hope
Shit is peace and love
But, if it ain't fuck it I'm
Forced to release these slugs
Peep these thugs, Sean Price
MC Most Miraculous when pumped up
I'm forced to jump up punk and smack the shit
Act like it can't happen when would
I ever let you slide
Two fly niggas becomin victims of whorides
You try to avoid my clutches
That's when you die news fly fast as fuck on
How Ruckus done bruised guys
Cornball niggas screamin
"Ruck you on some other shit"
Mad cause I make music no longer
For the love of it
What is this? Y'all niggas is
Soft like some velvet you get dealt with
A single shot to your pelvis
Now throw your hands in the air
If you feel this here
Shit'll bump everywhere because it's
Real this year from the city of Long Beach
To my home Brownsville
Cause real recognize real everytime for real
Who mashes with the craziest niggas in town?
Kill em willingly who got the
Right to make a sound?
My style break blocks corners
Avenues and drives
It's about time to mash in, it's a ride
Take you on a mission, be on a mission
I pack the steel
Steadily givin these niggas don't
Pass these zones limit's
I live the unusual cruicial life
So pay attention
As I come through, for you and your crew
It's just a man and his music
I ain't afraid to use
I bruise you badly, you want confusion
I mean it's useless
To step to this, we in effect we dangerous
Contain the mental murderous and
Ain't afraid to diss
We can't quit we can't stop we
Got to do this shit (do this shit)
Cause Heltah Skeltah and this Pound
Bout to run this shit (run this shit)
If you don't know you gotta know
You never trust a bitch
(never trust a bitch)
Game Trump tight, we try to run this shit
(run this shit)
Life without money
That's like breathing with no air
Prepare, there's no love in warfare
Engage, I meet the front page
Like Nicholas Cage
And get served, front and center stage
I'm breakin through
Throw up your Teflon barriers
And get penetrated, telekinetic superior
Hostile, verbal apostle in 3-D
Hittin every galaxy, throwin up DP
We in the house, even when we outdoors
We in the house with dick in your bitch mouth
From here to down South to the Westside
My vocals Test Drive you crazy
The shit I spit'll make a nigga praise me
So say OH, you love the real shit frequently
OH for Dogg P-O-U-N-D and B-C-C
Me, Bummy J and the
D-A-Z Dillinger and Ruckus
And Kurupt what? We equal
Fo' bad motherfuckers
You want lumps? We got some
Worse than that we got guns
From hot ones, to legal shotguns
Hold up I'm not done
Oowops son, and mad Glock 9's
The red dot kind to make a snake hit
The brakes like stopsigns, you feel me?
At the same time
You can catch me on corners yeah smokin trees
Hopin these
Niggas don't battle the Ruckus vocally
Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin while
All you jokers be on some bullshit
Niggas you movin at a slower speed
You know it's the
Show After-Party Hotel like Jodeci
Make me blow the back out
These bitches bangin they ovaries
I know you be
On my dick Pah but yo I totally
Smack the shit out of any nigga
I think that's clonin me
Now who, wants to be a real dope MC
Like Heltah Skeltah and the D-P-G
Swervin all through your fuckin town
And layin punk motherfuckers down, hah!
Man, these niggas servin me? I thinks not
That's facin a blizzard in a fuckin tanktop
I took trips to New Jerz to Cape Cod
You could be adventureous up
Against tremendous odds
And face a poltergeist
I bring it to you nice
And have the whole scenery
Surrounded like the vice
Who could it be comin through in all blue?
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, number one, number two
Never evade the principle, the top principal
Up against the top invincible, rhyme assassin
I lay the cards on the table, take a pick
The wrong choice'll get your
Whole chest cavity split
That's when all the bullshit ceases
This whole frame
And format crumble right before
His eyes into pieces
Fake ass assassin with no heart and no mind
No money, no hoes, no flows, and no rhymes
Waitin for poetical Satan, creatin slaughters
Runnin through camps like Walter Payton
I'm all about money makin
And not makin mistakes
You're only worth what you create
In the garden of snakes motherfucker
Yeah, and that's how we do it
Heltah Skeltah and Tha Dogg Pound
Runnin this motherfucker yeah!