Bg Knocc Out & Dresta - Dpg Killa Lyrics
[dresta]Easily I approachThe microphone because I aint no jokeNigga tell kurupt, nate and daz imma buck emMatter of fact tell that whole pound I say ***** emIts a new year so put the bustas in their plizaceBg knocc and gangsta dresta bring it to your fizaceRiders on a missionI catch you slippin, you getting struck clownSo ***** any busta thats down with the mutt pound[bg knocc out]Its the compton city g niggaBow to your knees niggaRun up in your hood***** back my strap and pull the treez niggaAnd if you slippin, you know Im gonna wet chaIm the baby boss hogg, better known as the dogg catcherBow wow yipee yay, didnt you hear me sayIm a dogg killa, cos all doggs have they dayNow who wanna fool me, if your not prepared to fightLittle knocc out cant be phased, baby gangsta for lifeChorus x2Dat nigga daz (killa)Kurupt (killa)Dr dre (killa)Mark ass niggasSnoop dogg (killa)Nate dogg (killa)Tha dogg pound (killa)*****, ***** all yall, niggas[dresta]I bring the noise everytime a nigga wind me upI pull my nine and blow a mind, everytime I bustI trust no man and thats from now until infinityNigga you either my homie or just consider yourself my enemyNiggas out here fake dog, like nate doggI swear you made it, but talkin that shit to dreWill get you and your dj regulated*****es come a diamond sack, so lets get it straightA fake is what I hate, so ***** kurupt, daz and nate[bg knocc out]Mother*****ing fakeNiggas be thinking that they can get with the real dealWhat I would do, if I was you is take a chill pillYet and still tricks, I gave your click a bustBut when I see that busta dazI gotta fade his assSmash, down another puppy pound clownWith the round from my smithAnd watch his body shiftDrift his soul in the wind as they carry youAnd big k-o can dig your hole before they bury youBridge x2Pranksters, studio gangstas, bustasSofter than a ***** but betrayed the role of gangstaPranksters, studio gangstas, bustasStupid mother*****er, yeah thats what Im saying[bg knocc out]So now you niggas know, who in the ***** you *****ing withB-g and d-r-e nigga, the baby gangsta clickAs we drop some gangsta shitFrom a real gs perspectiveNiggas get all like pumpedWhile I stay calm and collectiveI check those suckasThey callin self and causing ruckus94 set claimin, snoop, d-o bangin bustas[dresta]Much love, to the bg, cptMuch love, to the dre, obgMuch love, to the eazy-e, cptAnd dpg dont wanna see us, see seeYou fools aint nothing but marks, so ***** your setNow whats nextI doubt if you wanna flex, no respectRun up and get wreckedYou tried to diss the bg, although we let that shit passDaz you ***** around and find your ugly assSmashed in a trash bag, foolYou wanna be caught up be laying downIf you keep *****in around with the comp-townChorus x2
