Текст (слова) песни: Daz Dillinger - Our Daily Bread

Prince ital joe (daz):

Yeah, death row (give it up, one time)

Yes, to the man sing

Them all beats theyre crucial (give it up)

Dogg pound (? ? ? )

Nobody moves, freeze!, nobody gets hurt

Shoot first and ask questions later

The motto, lyrically, artically, rip it...

Daz:

Stop and listen, catch a grip and realize, with your two eyes

The price, nigga, is keep striving for more

I broke laws, defined many, show skills of a rider when few was thick

Revolved around forty-four niggaz for the rep

Sweat the whole block with the mack-90, automatic semi-tech

Now the whole shit is respected

Slowly but surely homies catching death wishes, and laugh

Youre trying to catch a check you cant cash

I do, for the rapper the name and for the hood that I claim

After the kill, its remains the same

The composure, gangstering, its got me, still down to bang

Who can get close to the most notorious gang of em all

Dogg pound, amazing rage, rough and raw (dpg)

The conversation aint much, now what up?

Youre gapping and youre scrapping and you got a gap from the gat

Kurupt:

I found a (what? ), more, I see the homies free

I bound to make more money than I ever dreamed

Its the dpg, the gangsters on the tv

Completely, you cant defeat, delete species

That fool over there is out of his nest

Hes off the hood with techs and vests

Dumping on different sets (whos that man? )

D-a-zs my nigga

If he ever was to get any bigger and lose his figures hes my nigga

The more I think about life and the world that surrounds us

Being from tha pound, instantly penitentiary bound (so whats up? )

Im all about dropping bombs

And possessing the deadliest rhymes the mind cant design

So lets let bygones be bygones, aim to shoot

And mash with your boys if youre down for making loot

cause if not, when the heat gets hot you get scorched

Youre caught up like being in court, fighting the wars

Now I pause to take a sneak peek through the source (magazine)

Our force is not revealing (what? ), we sold two million (damn!)

Willingly we survived, willingly we strived

We all multiply, dogg pound till we die

I thought you knew about, the two about to run through about half your

Organization

Sacred assassinations, fool, heres what youre facing

The diverse, youre in a worse situation, like that...

Prince ital joe:

Yeah, tell babylon that well never give up hope in the ghetto

cause everyday when we wake up we see the sun rise up in the sky

We wont ever, never give up the fight, see

We, down in the ghetto, will always put up the struggle

The struggle to survive, and to live good

To bring food on the table for our families, see

Tell babylon that we have hope

Like our brothers martin luther king and marcus garvey

We believe that we are true africans

And we handle (? ? ? ) in this life

We wont kill our brothers no more

Stab them with a knife, or shoot them with a gun

cause when we do we see their blood run

And its not a pretty sight

So we dont love the parasites of this world

Sucking the blood of the sufferers

Yeah!

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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: Daz Dillinger - Our Daily Bread Prince ital joe (daz): Yeah, death row (give it up, one time) Yes, to the man sing Them all beats theyre crucial (give it up) Dogg pound (? ? ? ) Nobody moves, freeze!, nobody gets hurt Shoot first and ask questions later The motto, lyrically, artically, rip it... Daz: Stop and listen, catch a grip and realize, with your two eyes The price, nigga, is keep striving for more I broke laws, defined many, show skills of a rider when few was thick Revolved around forty-four niggaz for the rep Sweat the whole block with the mack-90, automatic semi-tech Now the whole shit is respected Slowly but surely homies catching death wishes, and laugh Youre trying to catch a check you cant cash I do, for the rapper the name and for the hood that I claim After the kill, its remains the same The composure, gangstering, its got me, still down to bang Who can get close to the most notorious gang of em all Dogg pound, amazing rage, rough and raw (dpg) The conversation aint much, now what up? Youre gapping and youre scrapping and you got a gap from the gat Kurupt: I found a (what? ), more, I see the homies free I bound to make more money than I ever dreamed Its the dpg, the gangsters on the tv Completely, you cant defeat, delete species That fool over there is out of his nest Hes off the hood with techs and vests Dumping on different sets (whos that man? ) D-a-zs my nigga If he ever was to get any bigger and lose his figures hes my nigga The more I think about life and the world that surrounds us Being from tha pound, instantly penitentiary bound (so whats up? ) Im all about dropping bombs And possessing the deadliest rhymes the mind cant design So lets let bygones be bygones, aim to shoot And mash with your boys if youre down for making loot cause if not, when the heat gets hot you get scorched Youre caught up like being in court, fighting the wars Now I pause to take a sneak peek through the source (magazine) Our force is not revealing (what? ), we sold two million (damn!) Willingly we survived, willingly we strived We all multiply, dogg pound till we die I thought you knew about, the two about to run through about half your Organization Sacred assassinations, fool, heres what youre facing The diverse, youre in a worse situation, like that... Prince ital joe: Yeah, tell babylon that well never give up hope in the ghetto cause everyday when we wake up we see the sun rise up in the sky We wont ever, never give up the fight, see We, down in the ghetto, will always put up the struggle The struggle to survive, and to live good To bring food on the table for our families, see Tell babylon that we have hope Like our brothers martin luther king and marcus garvey We believe that we are true africans And we handle (? ? ? ) in this life We wont kill our brothers no more Stab them with a knife, or shoot them with a gun cause when we do we see their blood run And its not a pretty sight So we dont love the parasites of this world Sucking the blood of the sufferers Yeah! Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Our Daily Bread: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/103/1/15479.html Все тексты песен: Daz Dillinger » Daz Dillinger - Thank God for My Life » Daz Dillinger - R.A.W. » Daz Dillinger - In California » Daz Dillinger - Retaliation, Revenge and Get Back » Daz Dillinger - The Ultimate Come Up » Daz Dillinger - Its Going Down » Daz Dillinger - This is the Life I Lead » Daz Dillinger - It`s Going Down » Daz Dillinger - Now Dat`s Gangsta » Daz Dillinger - Ridin High » Daz Dillinger - My Mama Said » Daz Dillinger - Itz All About That Money » Daz Dillinger - Our Daily Bread » Daz Dillinger - What Cha Talkin Bout » Daz Dillinger - Baby Mama Drama » Daz Dillinger - Do You Think About » Daz Dillinger - Baby Mama Drama » Daz Dillinger - Og » Daz Dillinger - O. G. » Daz Dillinger - Load Up Рекомендуем скачать: » Любовь Миненкова - Жизнь-дорога » Леонард Хируг - Цветные сны, чарующие звуки... » Людмила Иванова - Ленинград » Леонид Сергеев - Я везу с собой любовь, я сдаю ее в багаж... » Любовь Успенская - Кабриолет » Леонид Сергеев - В тавернах припортовых наша жизнь... » Леонард Хируг - Свеча и сосуд » Линда - Северный ветер » Людмила Чеботарева - Консуэло (Из цикла Вечные Женщины) » Левин Александр - Толстый Василий » Любэ - Ясный сокол » Лариса Черникова - Да ты не смейся » Леонид Ваксман - Порядок какой никакой... » Леонид Сергеев - А я на митинги хожу, стою у самой, блин, трибуны... » Ленинград - Папа был прав » Лига Блюза - Ваша дочь » Лесоповал - Три татуировочки » Лолита Милявская - Ангел-Хранитель » Леонард Хируг - Свод храма дрогнул » Леонард Хируг - Судьба
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