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Bring The Drama

Album cover art for "Bring The Drama" by Z-Dogg & Big Debo

Z-Dogg & Big Debo - Rap, Funk

Bring The Drama

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1994.

Lyrics

[Intro] Toe to toe, back to back Gat for Gat, it's like that, motherfucker Ratatata [Verse 1: Big Debo] Lay low, ridin' deep Debo's on a fuckin' creep Gonna' leave a sucker lyin' dead on the city streets That's how it is, when you comin' into to my fuckin' Hood Niggas that constantly dyin' Bitches that constantly cryin' Momma's constantly havin' crazy shit on her mind Callin' up my brothers, yeh they ballin' down and over here They got the word I took sum' birtch, from one of these weak ass niggas No hesitation, from my mind You know I pull the trigger, my barrel is constantly smokin' Your body is constantly droppin' Them buckshots constantly poppin' Yo' family constantly [?] Redrum, here we come, I think im finna' lose my mind Time to leave some bodies in a victim of my psycho crimеs [Verse 2: Z-Dogg] I got some ana' with this nigga around the fuckin' way He thinks hе hard, he gonna make Z-Dogg spray I used to go to his hood, where I knew this ho Everytime I went in, he knocked on my door Asked the bitch, Can he use the fuckin' phone I don't know what's goin' on, but I got my tone It was about twelve, I'm in the room with his ho I jumped off, I heard a knock in the door I said "Who is it?" The nigga said his name was Mike I said "Mike, you need to take a fuckin' hike" Im in his room with his ho, every minute on He said "Alright", but Mike had a fuckin' tone [?] fallin' to my '98 I put my coat on, I gotta' get my shit straight Mike came back, around three o'clock I was in the kitchen scopin' with my .9 Glock He knocked at the door, *Buck, buck* goes my .9 I shot him nine times In his spine, left him dyin' On the ground, face to the concrete That's what you get, when you got ana with the "Z" [Verse 3: A.K.] Once again im on yo' set with my TEC, to yo' neck Don't forget, If you slip, hollow tips gon' make you flip Never cross this Memphis G Gimisum, we sucker-free Keep that Ana out the sky, 7-4, 'til I die With that chrome .9 to yo' head, how the fuck you think im scared? You a dead motherfucker in the meat, full of lead I got this TEC-9 automatic, for you bitches with the static Bring the drama to yo' dome, crush yo' chest and hit the floor You will never know the time, the day when I creep into your house and brush yo' with the A to the K [Outro] Toe to toe, back to back Gat for Gat, it's like that, motherfucker Toe to toe, back to back Gat for Gat, it's like that, motherfucker Ratatata Toe to toe, back to back Gat for Gat, it's like that, motherfucker Toe to toe, back to back Gat for Gat, it's like that, motherfucker

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Credits

Writers
  • Big Debo
  • Z-Dogg
  • AK (Memphis)
  • Kingpin Skinny Pimp