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IC B’m lying crying in my bed

I hear your yoice inside my head

Too scared of opening my eyes and what is there

I feel you walking through my mind

I feel you stalking from behind

I sence your presence anytime and everywhere

Where do the gods go when weC B’re godless

tell me where do they go

Where do the lost souls fly when will we die

say where do we go

IC B’m waiting shaking shadows crawl

My bodyC B’s aching and I fall

I am the chosen one and only you know why

I open up my arms and turn

around and finally I learn

your name I bid you welcome my black butterfly

Where do the gods go when weC B’re godless

tell me where do they go

Where do the lost souls fly when will we die

say where do we go

I am your every day and night

I am the pain and your delight

I am your lust and every fear

I am your laughter and your tears

I am the shadow, make you crawl

I am the one who makes you fall

I am the creeps under your skin

And even when I lose I wi

Where do they go?

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Comin from the playground

take it straight back to the bricks

Yo Chris, tell em where it is

Chris:

Chillin, cooler den a squeak, kickin dirt on my sneakers

Suckers on the corner lookin down at their beepers

They couldn’t get a job or a nice home

So they wanna stay and wait for the pay-phone

Take JoJo he’s the youngest

Girls jock him cuz he’s reverse dressed

?? strollin through the neighborhood

Sweatin their brother tryin to see why he’s doin good

(sounds of sirens)

Rollin through the park tryin to make another hit

Little do they know that soldiers’ legit

I’m not sayin this to put nobody down

This is what I see at the playground .. ya know!

GA:

Awww yeah! Another ABC smash.. gonna make ya mad!

Uh come on come on everybody

And guess who’s up next..kick it!

Dave:

L-I-L D-A-V-E 4 feet shorty of the crew

Just let me get on the mic and show u what i can do

When im all alone..cold rockin on the microphone

At home .. ?playin under the phone

? dis time little holme

Group:

Kick it D kick it D kick it

Pump it D pump it D pump it

Swing it D swing it D swing it

GA:

I swing my beats .. at the playground..ya know!

(everybody!)

Come on ya’ll! good assualt is in effect

Put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air

I dont wanna see nobody sittin in their chair

True dat! True dat! Yo Ro you are next!

Ro:

Well Im RoRo comin in third

Now its about that time that I get heard

And none of my rhymes will never ever be swerved

Word to her play tricks on your nerves

Everywhere I serve is real superb

And Ill be right back with part two of this funky rhyme G

haha yeah boy!

Ro: Yo Red I dont wanna flow no more man

Yall go ahead, Im just gonna sit back and listen to this ghetto swing Cuz

this is what I do, at the playground..ya know what im sayin!?

Awww yeah, ABC’s gonna sing! Added to this missle..

fusion hip hop with a little ghetto swing

Yo Red kick the ballistics G

Its the R to the E to the D and what u get is what you seein

Straight up B boy word to Miss

Kickin and flippin the rhymes for the kids man for the kids

Chillin in the park, nice and smooth

JoJo Mark tried to bust my groove

Ahh I hate that

Had a big fanny not like Annie

Gave her the 24 letter and some candy..ah ah

Ay yo Red where’d you meet her?

At the playground! ya know!

Ok..I guess you know by now

Big smash moves

Pants inside out

Mark:

Into the Mizzark chillin in the pizzark

I got a break cuz my mother said be home by dizzark

But before I go Im gonna flow for you in time see

So listen to the rhyme G

The East Coast Family, Boyz To Men, ABC, BBD

Now flip the tracks D

My mother is mad and my brother is Red

Mario Brothers .. bed

Last but not least I wanna say PEACE and we outta here

From the playground..ya know

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Verse 1-Bad A$$

Word on tha streets, see it aint nobodies business

secret to keep, so keep heat incase things get deep

peace box is where it starts, scarred flesh and broke hearts

since a kid this is how we live, aint nuttin to look forward to

schools full of devils

the church don’t work cuz all the lies that they tell us

ya’ll it’ll be hell before we get there

survivin guns and drugs and see if you can deal with this germ warfare

thats endin us

they anti-christ, I’m anti-fair, anti-vice, anti-nice, anti-spice

up your life, I’ll make you love it

cuz it’s real and you bump it cuz it’s tight

yeah, people make the world go round, and it’s a gang

of us all gathered up in our game colors

man, these my gang brothas

what, you aint heard of us

you aint never ever heard the word murderer’s

we make the news what it is

you ask what is this

we the reason why the police in business

so run up on us with your knife and your pistols

we’ll plague your character with rifles and missils

I dropped my pack and drove my back to the eastside

smash in this coupe with my passenger Snoop.

Chorus: Snoop Dogg

(Dogg Pound Gangstas rip)

Them Long Beach niggas be puttin it down

Dogg Pound Gangstas make the world go round

(Dogg Pound Gangstas rip)

so get cha’ ass up just to get on down

Snoop Dogg and Bad A$$ is puttin it down

repeat

Verse 2-Snoop Dogg

Never pause on my feet, I’m DPG, LBC, me and B-A-D

low ridin’, and Navigators foe the haters

I take some for now, and save some for later

smoke with Coke Loc

a dip with Tip Tip

get heat a chrome plate, a D from Tray Deee

livin that DP, give me that ST

in a 4-0 a 0-E from my OG

and a bag of them ol’ hot ass skins

some Colt for this hand

and some juice for this gin

aint no bitch like this bitch I got

cuz this bitch I got, clock nots and rocks

money, cheese, paper, fedio get doctor Nedios, and stank is steady goin

bangin that, slangin that, and hangin that every corner

from up north to Dogg Pound California

you heard of that gangstaville

the city where they don’t talk and everybody C-walk

it’s a dirty shame, but it’s a dirty game

and you got to have heart from the start man

fake snitches and fake bitches

thats probably why I break niggas and break bitches

word on the streets Bad A$$ is a fool

then he fuckin with his homeboy from the old school

Low life gangstas, Dogg Pound gangstas, put them all together

man I love gangstas

head, shoulders, feet and toes

lets dip to the club and bust some hoes

V.I.P. on DPG, Snoop D-O double G, and the B-A-D

Chorus x1

Verse 3-Bad A$$

Only talk what you know

I never seen you round the Pound

so won’t you keep the eastside and deez out ya mouth

don’t speak on dat

don’t bring up Daz and Kurupt, just to say wussup, nigga hit my blunt

we keep a money move, hate while we regulate

and get real papes, rich like Bill Gates

while you make it to the Haters Hall of Fame

we’ll be whippin Navigators

winnin this baller’s game

yellin Long Beach niggas keep puttin it down

Lowlife and at the Pound while we smoke on an ounce

steady plottin on big mail

layin in the hotel

chop my quarters down to dubs and watch my dope sell

I hit Darochee come and scoop me

drop me off ?and they was snoopy’s? said he puffed a little ?play?

and shorty played it only ?twice?

ay, they set a 8 beat

it’s them and 6 hoes in a jeep

they better go flag em’ down in the street

ay, follow us to the spot

while the playa hatas pray that we stop

Chorus x2

Lyrics Resource: Beautiful Lyrics