Twiztid, Tha Dogg Pound, DJ Quik - Hurt Someone lyrics

DogPound Gangsters! Yeah, nigga! Ride!

I come from the darkness
The hardest place ever to mark this
Body outline chalk-style, look at the carcass
(creep with me)
As I roll you down the dimly lit
Ever tinted streets of Compton
A place where niggas throw
Grenades in the cemetery
I don't even get it The
Hatred is pretty scary
And since everybody's with it
Tends to get a lil' blurry
'til there's nothing right
Niggas out in this calm again
To the niggas on the
Porch smokin' bomb again
Now they could be in the suburbs
On them brightly painted curbs
Puffin' the herb and lookin' for
Somebody to swerve on, but no!
It's back to the hood again where
The enemys prospects look good again
Where the packs keep moving and the
Products got us caught up
And fuckin' our own lot up in heaven
Our own niggas shot up
It ain't us, wake up, it ain't us, wake up

From something to nothing and truly amazing
Like whimsical brushlines on
Bob Ross paintings but this is psycho art
Meaning the portrait would consists
Of body parts of unsuspecting victims
A leg and an arm, a face and a mouth-hung
Becomes the canvas for us to recite the convo
Exchange chains like cinnabites
And hook flesh
Now you're covered in blood my
Don't you look fresh
Picture it perfect like a photo shoot
Rehearse, research the product and spit it
Up in the vocal booth
Mellow-dramatic, an act of wickedness!
In the essence that we exude to
Treat you people like a sickness!

We just came here to hurt somebody!
We just came here to hurt someone!
We just came here to hurt somebody!
We just came here to hurt someone!

You ain't even worth the download
We come in six different covers
You ain't even got a barcode?!
I'm in the sold-out club
Rockin' the bomb show
While you stand outside sellin'
Your CD for survival
I'm a revival of the wickedness
You want the title come and get it
This is not even your sickest spit
You put it in with a half of
What I can hit you with
And I bet in about 16 seconds
You'll be stealin' it
I'm into this with an interest to invent
A new way to rid us
Of all your whack existence
For instance, fuck resistance!
All who ain't down can get
Dealt with! It's business!
I'll leave you chinless like a birth defect
Kidnap your pops n' put your old
Earth to rest and I suggest
Another way to impress, all the people in
Your life that you call friends, yeah!


We came here to bring the drama and fear
Clear it up perfectly
Willingly to see the veneer
I'm carrying like a ghost on america's most
West coast fuck ya up motherfucker
Leave you comatose
Fresh out the dungeon, I run this to a
'T' Daz Dillinger, Dilligent, nigga, DPG
Old school, new school, Diggy acts a fool
Efficient with the tool
Breakin' all the rules spray ya block up!
Knock up the baddest bitch
Homie catch a hot one if
You ain't payin' attention
This is what U do, You gots ta pay the pumps!
Niggas, now realize I'm
The motherfuckin' boss!

It's the flame that causes inferno
Inflamate anything from your neck
To your sternum
Kurupt, DA, motherfuckin' givin' 'em Z's
Infiltries of amazing degrees
There's too much turmoil
Your hood turn to toil
I got these special edition chucks
Especially made for Snoop, Daz, n' Kurupt
They call biscuit's, D-O-Double G-Y
Biscuit's
The bitches love 'em, wanna see why?
Keep on yackin' and I'mma kick back by
Kick her daddy and chest and
Buss 'em in his eye
Dumpin' all your homies that are
Tryin' to ask why, cause