Hurt Someone

Album cover art for "Hurt Someone" by Twiztid & DJ Quik & Tha Dogg Pound

Twiztid & DJ Quik & Tha Dogg Pound - Rap

Hurt Someone

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Duration: 2:15

Lyrics

[Intro: Kurupt] DogPound Gangsters! Yeah, nigga! Ride! [Verse 1: DJ Quik] I come from the darkness, the hardest place ever to mark this Body outline chalk-style, look at the carcass (Creep with me) As I roll you down the dimly lit Ever tinted streets of Compton? A place where niggas throw grenades in the cemetery, I don't even get it The hatred is pretty scary and since everybody's with it Tends to get a lil' blurry 'til there's nothing right, niggas out in this calm again To the niggas on the porch smokin' bomb again Now they could be in the suburbs on them brightly painted curbs Puffin' the herb and lookin' for somebody to swerve on, but no It's back to the hood again Where the enemy's prospects look good again (Mhm?) Where the packs keep moving and the products got us caught up And fuckin' our own lot up in heaven, our own niggas shot up It ain't us, wake up, it ain't us, wake up [Verse 2: Jamie Madrox] From something to nothin' and truly amazing Like whimsical brushlines on Bob Ross paintins But this is psycho art meanin' the portrait would consists Of body parts of unsuspecting victims A leg and an arm, a face and a mouth-hung Becomes the canvas for us to recite the convo Exchange chains like cinnabites and hook flesh Now you're covered in blood, why don't you look fresh? Picture it perfect like a photo shoot Rehearse, research the product and spit it up in the vocal booth Mellow-dramatic, an act of wickedness In the essence that we exude to treat you people like a sickness [Hook: Monoxide, Jamie Madrox & Kurupt] We just came here to hurt somebody (Take it out, take it out, take it out, take it out) We just came here to hurt someone (Yeah, we 'bout to blast on blocks on, blocks on) We just came here to hurt somebody (Take it out, take it out, take it out, take it out) We just came here to hurt someone, someone, one-some [Verse 3: Monoxide] You ain't even worth the download (Download) We come in six different covers, you ain't even got a barcode? (Ay) I'm in the sold-out club rockin' the bomb show While you stand outside sellin' your CD for survival (That's real) I'm a revival of the wickedness You want the title come and get it, this is not even your sickest spit You put it in with a half of what I can hit you with (Alright) And I bet in about sixteen seconds, you'll be stealin' it (Yeah) I'm into this with an interest to invent A new way to rid us of all your whack existence For instance, fuck resistance All who ain't down can get dealt with, it's business (Ho) I'll leave you chinless like a birth defect Kidnap your pops n' put your old earth to rest And I suggest, another way to impress All the people in your life that you call friends (Yeah!) [Hook: Monoxide, Jamie Madrox & Kurupt] We just came here to hurt somebody (Take it out, take it out, take it out, take it out) We just came here to hurt someone (Yeah, we 'bout to blast on blocks on, blocks on) We just came here to hurt somebody (Take it out, take it out, take it out, take it out) We just came here to hurt someone, someone, one-some [Verse 4: Daz Dillinger] Yeah, we came here to bring the drama and fear Clear it up perfectly, willingly to see the veneer (Argh!) I'm carryin' like a ghost on america's most West coast fuck ya up motherfucker, leave you comatose Fresh out the dungeon, I run this 2T Daz Dillinger, Dilligent, nigga, DPG Old school, new school, Diggy acts a fool Efficient with the tool, breakin' all the rules Spray ya block up (Block up!), knock up the baddest bitch Homie catch a hot one if you ain't payin' attention This is what you do (Hey!), you gots to pay the pumps Niggas, now realize I'm the motherfuckin' boss [Verse 5: Kurupt] It's the flame that causes inferno Inflamate anything from your neck to your sternum Kurupt, D.A., motherfuckin' givin' 'em Z's Infiltries of amazing degrees There's too much turmoil, your hood turn to toil I got these special edition chucks Especially made for Snoop, Daz, n' Kurupt They call biscuits, D-O-Double G-Y, biscuits The bitches love 'em, wanna see why? (Why?) Keep on yackin' and I'ma kick back by (By) Kick her daddy and chest and buss 'em in his eye (Eye) Dumpin' all your homies that are tryin' to ask why, 'cause [Hook: Monoxide, Jamie Madrox & Kurupt] We just came here to hurt somebody (Take it out, take it out, take it out, take it out) We just came here to hurt someone (Yeah, we 'bout to blast on blocks on, blocks on) We just came here to hurt somebody (Take it out, take it out, take it out, take it out) We just came here to hurt someone, someone, one-some We just came here to hurt somebody (Take it out, take it out, take it out, take it out) We just came here to hurt someone (Yeah, we 'bout to blast on blocks on, blocks on) We just came here to hurt somebody (Take it out, take it out, take it out, take it out) We just came here to hurt someone, someone, one-some

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Credits

Writers
  • Kurupt
  • Daz Dillinger
  • DJ Quik
  • Monoxide
  • Madrox