Текст (слова) песни: D.P.G. (Daz Dillinger solo) - Here We Are/Go Killem

[Intro: Daz & (Kurupt)]
Psss... yeah...
It`s about time served y`all bitch ass niggaz
Y`knahmsayin? Tired of ya`ll bitch ass niggaz everywhere
(Yeah nigga, Daz and Kurupt)
187 killin`, everyday all day
I`m comin out!

[Daz Dillinger]
Niggaz you better come strapped with some tactics to get back
Or get capped, the back slap, or laid flat
Swift as a cheetah when them thangs comin` to greet you in the dark
I won`t mislead you when you seein` the sparks
Dustin` off brand motherfuckers who start ruckus
Can`t touch us, me and my homies reply wit fuckers
Me and my dogg`s blast with intentions, leavin` y`all missing in action
Bitch ass, sorry ass bastards
Heartless, senseless coward I was born to devauer
Cuts is ours, for all my real niggaz behind bars
Scarred for life, from the blade of a knife
To get strikes at thirteen for takin` your life
Seven tec`s, I earn repect, you chin check the rep -
Or die when your bitch ass step
I take precaution, stalkin` these streets, flossin` and ballin`
Keep your hand on your heat, cause we playin` for keeps
Real niggaz do real thangs in this gangbang life we lead
You can`t hang, nigga die and bleed
Murder won`t stop `til every busta and sucka drop
Fuck the cops, they stop me from corruptin` the block
Rocks blast the glocks in the weed spot
Stop playa hatin` what we got and clock your own knock
Grindin`, perfectin`, and shinin` the fifty-eight carrots of diamonds
Blind ya when we come up behind ya

[Chorus: Daz Dillinger + (female singer)]
Here we are... (here we are)
And there they are... (there they are)
Gon` get ya, aiyya, aiyya {*gun shot*}
Gon` get ya, aiyya, aiyya {*gun shot*}

[Daz Dillinger]
My philosophy`s unheard of, I choreographered the murderer
My morals are show no mercy and no sorrow
Fuedin` and layin` `em down, forever ready it`s hereditary
Layin` `em down dead up in the mortuary
Families mourn, another life is gone
Brandish your torn , forty weeks later a soldier is born
Enbalm your neighborhood to let me if you could
Be a G a you claim to be, let me know if you could
We back shootin` up homes and Cadillac`s {*gun shot*}
Don`t ever ever come back, just to show me where it`s at
Off the rack comes the gauge -
Buck sprays and AK`s retaliate in a major way
We in the land where it`s man for man, clan for clan
Simple mistakes - you`ll end up dead (say what?)
I ride with Crips and dip and dap for the chips
Grip the pistol to your brain, never takin` no shit
Whether, Heaven or Hell, I gots to prevail
Rather die makin` it happen than to die in a cell
Rather load up my hollow-point shells for niggaz who snitch and tell
Leave they bodies with the maggots and snails
C`d up, fatigued up... (Criiip!), always G`d up
On a mission for my tuition, I need bucks
Big dollars... (why?), I jack niggaz cause I gotta
My kids got enemies now because of they father

[Chorus] - 2X

[Daz Dillinger]
Smokin`, loaded, and fucked up, I ain`t lucked up
On some niggaz who try to get bucked
In the fashion, the blastin`, it`s hard to imagine the cash
And known niggaz who be actin` like bastards
What do I do, but call my niggaz and my crew
To come do what they do, and put in work on you
Semi-automatic cause static
Static`s inatic of a gun-play, like everyday, all day
You want trouble? HA HA, let`s bring it quick, fast
And dash and blast up on they bitch ass
Adios as his ass got smoked -
He provoked the wrong nigga now his ass is ghost...
I smoke a blunt and stick my dick in some cunt (uhh!)
Cause to me and my homeboy`s ya`ll just some punks, haha
Who really want it? Nigga, come get it
Slowly but surely, homie you ain`t never forget it
How many times I gotta say stop fuckin` with mine
Livin` the life of crime where it`s do or die
Y`all niggaz don`t really want none of this
We the shit... blow your fuckin` crew to bits

[Chorus] - 3X w/ variations

[Outro: Daz]
Yeah, pull up on this nigga right here
Jump out, serve his ass {*gun shot*}
Boom, give it, get on the ground!

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: D.P.G. (Daz Dillinger solo) - Here We Are/Go Killem [Intro: Daz & (Kurupt)] Psss... yeah... It`s about time served y`all bitch ass niggaz Y`knahmsayin? Tired of ya`ll bitch ass niggaz everywhere (Yeah nigga, Daz and Kurupt) 187 killin`, everyday all day I`m comin out! [Daz Dillinger] Niggaz you better come strapped with some tactics to get back Or get capped, the back slap, or laid flat Swift as a cheetah when them thangs comin` to greet you in the dark I won`t mislead you when you seein` the sparks Dustin` off brand motherfuckers who start ruckus Can`t touch us, me and my homies reply wit fuckers Me and my dogg`s blast with intentions, leavin` y`all missing in action Bitch ass, sorry ass bastards Heartless, senseless coward I was born to devauer Cuts is ours, for all my real niggaz behind bars Scarred for life, from the blade of a knife To get strikes at thirteen for takin` your life Seven tec`s, I earn repect, you chin check the rep - Or die when your bitch ass step I take precaution, stalkin` these streets, flossin` and ballin` Keep your hand on your heat, cause we playin` for keeps Real niggaz do real thangs in this gangbang life we lead You can`t hang, nigga die and bleed Murder won`t stop `til every busta and sucka drop Fuck the cops, they stop me from corruptin` the block Rocks blast the glocks in the weed spot Stop playa hatin` what we got and clock your own knock Grindin`, perfectin`, and shinin` the fifty-eight carrots of diamonds Blind ya when we come up behind ya [Chorus: Daz Dillinger + (female singer)] Here we are... (here we are) And there they are... (there they are) Gon` get ya, aiyya, aiyya {gun shot} Gon` get ya, aiyya, aiyya {gun shot} [Daz Dillinger] My philosophy`s unheard of, I choreographered the murderer My morals are show no mercy and no sorrow Fuedin` and layin` `em down, forever ready it`s hereditary Layin` `em down dead up in the mortuary Families mourn, another life is gone Brandish your torn , forty weeks later a soldier is born Enbalm your neighborhood to let me if you could Be a G a you claim to be, let me know if you could We back shootin` up homes and Cadillac`s {gun shot} Don`t ever ever come back, just to show me where it`s at Off the rack comes the gauge - Buck sprays and AK`s retaliate in a major way We in the land where it`s man for man, clan for clan Simple mistakes - you`ll end up dead (say what?) I ride with Crips and dip and dap for the chips Grip the pistol to your brain, never takin` no shit Whether, Heaven or Hell, I gots to prevail Rather die makin` it happen than to die in a cell Rather load up my hollow-point shells for niggaz who snitch and tell Leave they bodies with the maggots and snails C`d up, fatigued up... (Criiip!), always G`d up On a mission for my tuition, I need bucks Big dollars... (why?), I jack niggaz cause I gotta My kids got enemies now because of they father [Chorus] - 2X [Daz Dillinger] Smokin`, loaded, and fucked up, I ain`t lucked up On some niggaz who try to get bucked In the fashion, the blastin`, it`s hard to imagine the cash And known niggaz who be actin` like bastards What do I do, but call my niggaz and my crew To come do what they do, and put in work on you Semi-automatic cause static Static`s inatic of a gun-play, like everyday, all day You want trouble? HA HA, let`s bring it quick, fast And dash and blast up on they bitch ass Adios as his ass got smoked - He provoked the wrong nigga now his ass is ghost... I smoke a blunt and stick my dick in some cunt (uhh!) Cause to me and my homeboy`s ya`ll just some punks, haha Who really want it? Nigga, come get it Slowly but surely, homie you ain`t never forget it How many times I gotta say stop fuckin` with mine Livin` the life of crime where it`s do or die Y`all niggaz don`t really want none of this We the shit... blow your fuckin` crew to bits [Chorus] - 3X w/ variations [Outro: Daz] Yeah, pull up on this nigga right here Jump out, serve his ass {gun shot} Boom, give it, get on the ground! Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Here We Are/Go Killem: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/103/1/11376.html Все тексты песен: D.P.G. (Daz Dillinger solo) » D.P.G. 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