Push Bacc

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Tha Dogg Pound - Rap, In English

Push Bacc

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[Intro: Bishop Don Magic Juan] Oh, what a great day! The reuniting of Tha Dogg Pound! Oh, it has come together, it's time Everybody waited, everybody knew it was gonna happen But now the Archbishop Don Magic Juan has christened it I have prayed, I bowed and asked the Lord: Bring California together! [Verse 1: Kurupt] Give me a piece of mind, a nickel, a .9 Somethin' to chip a nigga from ankle to spine We moppin' niggas, if they try to bring up the past Unless they talkin' 'bout '95 Kurupt and Daz Unless they talk about '92, -3, or -4 We shatterin' motherfuckers like car windows Did you know we was back? Back in the 'Lac Tossin' sacks back and forth like a quarterback, Jack Bitches eat dicks like pickles If I'ma go out, I'm goin' out like Brian Nichols I'm sick of the games, nigga, I'm sick and deranged Poppin' that bullshit'll get you hit with them thangs I'm sick with them thangs, I ain't got no patience left Without a pistol, light niggas like crystal meth You thought niggas was a joke 'cause of the liquor and smoke? Quicker to knock niggas, sicker than leukemia, loc, ride [Chorus: Kurupt] Push bacc, ride to the fullest Dogg Pound tossin' bullets, ride to the fullest Kurupt and Dat Nigga D-A to the motherfuckin' Z DP-motherfuckin'-GC I'm just too much, Snoop too much, Soopafly too much Grip the heater, dump, bust Big Nate too much, what you talkin' 'bout? Nothin' but them riders with automatics, we shut 'em down Dogg Pound [Verse 2: Daz Dillinger] Who want it like never before? You know the bullshit stop when we walk through the door Malicious and viscous, I'm dishin' out the slugs that be spittin' You know me and my nigga Young Gotti, yeah, we back on a mission We ridin' with somethin' fully automatic, lettin' them niggas have it Boom, boom motherfucker, you ain't the fuckin' baddest Nobody, Daz Dillinger, my nigga Young Gotti 12-gauge shotty shootin' up the party Dilly illy, beat a nigga with a billy club Yeah, I'm gangsta nigga, I represent for the thugs 'Cause I get sick when I lose it, check out the way I abuse it Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz, yeah, that gangsta music Cruisin' in the fast lane, stupid, dumb, and insane Yeah them DPG niggas, we back with the gang Yeah, Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz is back Motherfucker, so lay down flat (Blaow, blaow) It's like that, sicker where I come from Dogg Pound Gangstas, nigga, you don't want none [Chorus: Kurupt] Push bacc, ride to the fullest Dogg Pound tossin' bullets, ride to the fullest Kurupt and Dat Nigga D-A to the motherfuckin' Z DP-motherfuckin'-GC I'm just too much, Snoop too much, Soopafly too much Grip the heater, dump, bust Big Nate too much, what you talkin' 'bout? Nothin' but them riders with automatics, we shut 'em down Dogg Pound [Interlude: Daz Dillinger] Yeah, you know Tha Dogg Pound is back up in this motherfucker Doin' what the fuck we know what we supposed to, nigga Blaze up the motherfuckin' weed! [Verse 3: Daz Dillinger & Kurupt] I inhale the smoke, blow it out, nigga, keep puffin' Enough ain't enough, nigga so keep on bustin' What the fuck's wrong with you niggas, bustas That's why we don't get along with you niggas, motherfucker Um, I park the 'Lac by the curb, my D's shinin' Re-designin' my format, you already know that Blast back, blaze a sack, tell me what you lookin' at L.T. dropped the beat, me and D-A-Z complete We serious and furious when we on the trigger Them Dogg Pound niggas they keeps .9 millimeters What the fuck you thought it was, we in the carmelitas We never leave the house without indica and heaters 'Cause we can't hold back, niggas just know that Low like LoJack in Dogg Pound throwbacks Ride... to the motherfuckin' fullest Dogg Pound Gangstas ridin' and tossin' bullets, nigga [Chorus: Kurupt] Push bacc, ride to the fullest Dogg Pound tossin' bullets, ride to the fullest Kurupt and Dat Nigga D-A to the motherfuckin' Z DP-motherfuckin'-GC I'm just too much, Snoop too much, Soopafly too much Grip the heater, dump, bust Big Nate too much, what you talkin' 'bout? Nothin' but them riders with automatics, we shut 'em down Dogg Pound

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Credits

Writers
  • L.T. Hutton
  • Daz Dillinger
  • Kurupt