Kurupt

Kurupt - Neva Gonna Give It Up songtekst

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Dpg (g), c











Smash, just before you talk spaz out

Hittin' the switch, then hittin' the stash

Before the year 2000, all the computers crash

I'm gone homeboy, this the hood where it's on homeboy

I'mma live long homeboy

Too deep, too strong homeboy

We rollin' too deep with two zones homeboy

It's on homeboy

Songs with two candy-painted bronze homeboy

D-a-z, i can't believe this nigga gon' trip

He's nothin but a busta, bitch-ass mothafucka

With snoop in the coop, warren, nate, and big tray dee

Big c-style and mitch made to be

Shine dogg gettin' super-high lit

High-flyin' high super-duper high

We super-duper fly

I put ya in the mix

I ain't with that kibbles-n-bits shit

Bitch, where's the grip?







I'm still a dogg pound nigga, i'm neva gonna give it up (dpg {g}, c)

Neva gonna give it up

C'mon homies give it up

(dpg {g}, c)

I'm still a dogg pound nigga, i'm neva gonna give it up (dpg {g}, c)

Neva gonna give it up

C'mon homies give it up











What i'mma do, i'mma bang on the beat

What i'mma do, cain't cock and serve heat

You lookin' at me, i'm scopin' on you

But you don't know my shit is right nigga, so fuck you

Everybody talkin' 'bout money ain't a thang

Everybody talkin' 'bout how they gangbang

If you was hard as me, i'm as hard as you

Cutthroats and bud smoke, i'm an eastside loc

So don't let the crossover fool ya

I been down since '81, lb top gun biyatch







Platinum-ass records that be payin' bills

Dogg pound niggas, they be bangin' still

Money-makin' niggas, and they bona fide

Them money-makin' niggas still down ta ride

All them otha' niggas, they be claimin' thangs

Scary-ass niggas wasn't born ta bang

Hang wit' dpg and i can give ya game

Comin' from the hood, you can't be changin' games







Dpg (g), c







Yeah, bitch-ass niggas... dogg pound gangstas...

Fuck y'all!







I'm still a dogg pound nigga, i'm neva gonna give it up

Neva gonna give it up

C'mon homies give it up











Yeah, i'm from that clique that slap clips with hollow-point tips

And serve bitch-niggas quick with this gangsta shit

Tray dee, ya heard of me, murder be my hobby

Bangin' and slangin' in dangerous robberies

Fuck a mask, you bustas duck when i blast

I take the cash, and put a cap up in that ass

Saggin' with my rag, 'bout to drag the street

Triple-x sweatshirt with blue chucks on feet

Killa instincts keep me ahead of my foes

Neva doze when i rose, let the chrome explode







Man i wish a bitch would get me fo' some child support

I stuck my foot up her ass, like a super sport

Down shit, pound shit, gangsta

Fo'eva', wheneva', howeva', down fo' whateva'

Recognize game when it hits ya

Nigga, if ya slip up doggy dogg's gonna get-'cha

Been doin' that thang-thang, long trynna' slang 'caine

Just before i was taught, how ta gangbang

All my peers through the years know

That snoop dogg ain't nothin' but a fool do'

And if ya run up on that man trynna do-low

That's when he, pull out his homey, who, you know

Man i been through so much and i'm still goin' through it

But fuck all that, i got ta stay into it

I knew the job was dangerous when i took it

Shit, a nigga didn't even overlook it

I was so eager, just trynna get involved

But now's i gots ta represent for me and my doggs







Yeah, '94, became a d-o, double-g, p-o, u-n-d, gangsta

Now you can see me smokin' dank in neighborhood, pranksta'

Play a trick, quick inimate, then out, no doubt

Paperboy wit' a new route

When i'm in front, they watch behind me

Mission: crush, ready to bust, grab the tom-my

Gun, keep one, i role with the heat-seeka's

Stash the gauge, pass the .9 to my nee-ga 

Roll, keep slow, peep, po-po

Creep slow, ready ta smash with the fo'-fo'

I go for broke wit' loc niggas who toke guns

Neva understood niggas high-up with low funds

Smoke one, represent my seaside o-cean

Eastside motion, we slide coastin' through

Mothafuckaaz!! haha!!







Dogg pound... mothafuckin' gangstas...

1999, back up in this bi-yai-itch!

Eastside up, eastsidaz!

And niggas thought we fell off...







I'm still a dogg pound nigga, (dogg pound in this mothafucka)

I'm neva gonna give it up

(yeah, yeah, yeah)

Neva gonna give it up (yeah, yeah, yeah)

C'mon homies give it up

(ride on, ride on)

I'm still a dogg pound nigga, i'm neva gonna give it up

Neva gonna give it up

C'mon homies give it up

I'm still a dogg pound nigga, i'm neva gonna give it up (dpg {g}, c)

Neva gonna give it up

C'mon homies give it up

I'm still...
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