(feat. Tha Dogg Pound)



[Intro:]

Alize

Hold on Nigga

No more gangsta shit

Nigga you know that gangsta shit put you on the map

So if you ain't gonna turn into somethin' new,

we gonna have to rewind the track

To way back



I was walkin' through the park one day

Puffin' on a bomb ass J (Come here with that weed Snoop)

See my Nigga suited blue-grey

This is what a Nigga had to say



Ohuuuuuuuh



[Verse 1:]

[Soopafly]

I was about 16 years old

Runnin the streets of Long Beach

Nigga, straight fuckin' up

Every party that I went to

I had to stuck a frame [Daz:] (Motherfucker)

For my name is Soopa, 

what the fuck you say

I think he saw the handle on my .44

When he get seated,

22 I was reachin' fo'

I show you how you do when shit blow up

1, 2, 3 it's that

Your party over Nigga

Move on to the next one

You should've brought a few mo' Niggas,

for some protection

You fuckin' with notorious ass G's

You never get passed these

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 think is that we straight dumpin'

That's why I'm always into somethin'

I faded, faded till that Nigga broke

To show that I ain't no motherfuckin' joke

? somethin' thought he could check me

But the guard sent his ass directly

Yo, to his G-R-A-V-E

Bein' stupid try to P-L-A-Y me

Yo, listen well to me,

spell it to the underground

Nobody playin' pussy

So I'm layin' it down

A little somethin' from the motherfuckin' DPG

Soopafly from O.G. 2 B.G.



[Chorus: x2]

[Snoop Sample]

A G is a overseer

A overseer sees

[Soopafly]

From O.G. 2 B.G.



[Verse 2:]

[Kurupt Tha Kingpin]

The motherfuckin' game took a lot again

Aw shit, the streets is hot again

Protection down in 2 months

Rolled up with the homie Swoop a couple sluts

Let me call the homie now, Nigga

Phonecheck punk

I poke Niggas down

When I'm in the yard, the bar

The Niggas just angin' (Daz: Dogg Pound)

Pop when I get out I'm back bangin'

Rollin', I can't be helt no motherfuckin' mo' (Right)

As soon as I get out the motherfuckin' do' (Right)

Chevrolet, straight sittin' on low ? (Right)

Now it's on till it's on till the brake of dawn

Fuckin' with notorious ass G's

Nigga, punk, bitch please

>From gettin' quoted on the hood till packin'

Murders, slangin' and jackin'

I rather fuck you bitch

Now go tell your Nigga you made the right switch

My lesson is my ho, respect me

K-U-R-U-P-T from O.G. 2 B.G.



[Chorus: x2]



[Kurupt]

Daz Dilli is the gangsta, gangsta

Tell us about the days of way back



[Verse 3:]

[Daz Dillinger]

Slangin' cars, hangin' hard

Upon the boulevard

Gettin' stars as a young Nigga behind bars

My willy's dead, I fuck you fresh out the gate

I can't wait, demonstrate

Thought I was gone for all my old weight

Now I'm back with a Tec-9 and a Strap

And with that in my hart Nigga,

you know ain't no turnin' back

Called up Kurupt and Dr. Dre to load up the AK

Let's put some work on these Niggas, 

to let them know we don't play

Blew, Blew we scared around the corner

Creep on 'em, make a mil

To makin' all y'all goners

Ain't a rap from my shelf

It was no good times shit

A little Nigga puttin' dick

Niggas on their chest

All with a nitty 14

Was all what it seems

In cape of horrible dreams

Trapped, with a helluva machine

Quick to pistol till you tipple

Let you know, plan it simple

How back in my ? 

Bullets flyin' like missiles

So what's on and on

And as the way it should be

Motherfucker from O.G. 2 B.G.



[Chorus: x6]



[Daz Dillinger]

Yeah, 1999