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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?

Songs Lyrics Song Lyrics

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No one expected the unexpected (uh uh)

Nawumsaying?

Something real, something you could feel (that’s right)

Straight from the Suave House (Bad Boy)

Representing (no doubt)

Put a little soul in here

And we don’t stop

[Eightball]

No one has to ask who be actin’ bad

Eightball and MJ pimpin’ G be all up in that ass

From Memphis Tenn, around the world and than back again

Make non-rappin’ weak MC’s go home practicing

I flip a Benz, will Lorenzo play and plenty Benjamins

Low key, plenty ends makes plenty friends

Baby, I got all the herbs that I need to chief

Smoke up a pound and leave you bitch niggas in disbelief

Inhale the smoke and every word I wrote came out dope

Not like that crack, I being lyrical dope above tracks

Not sayin’ I won’t pull the Rueger and put hollow to ya

Have yo mama on her knees screamin’ Hallelujeh

Lay it down playa, Suave House, Bad Boy, Fat Boy

And her friends the Rat-A-Tat boy

Matter of fact boy, this is not a act boy

The player way, keep the player makin’ stacks boy

[MJG]

[1] - Everything that I do be all about the loot

I been kickin’ up dust in my Polo boots

Gettin’ blowed on the droll, takin’ smoke up my nose

I give the world to a woman, but I don’t love hoes

I’m a player, baby and don’t you forget

You need to get with it, let me hit it and split it

In the bed, on the floor, hot tub, everyday

The player way, the player way

[Mase]

Now on, on, break o’ dawn, can’t stop, I’m too hot

Look shit, my niggas rock, hype man be in the drop

Me no care if the B’s be tinted, you won’t see me in it

‘Less there’s TV’s in it

I can tell by the way you talk and the way you chit-chat

You foul and if you had styles you wouldn’t get back

You thinkin’ you invincible, you ain’t hard to get at

I know everywhere you go, everywhere you live at

I be wanna click-clack and you be ready to get back

I be ready to go to war, you ain’t gon’ be with that

You be the same cat that I run up on and spit at

Bleedin’ all crazy and don’t know where you hit at

I’m dead up, niggas doin’ drama better shut up, I’m fed up

Know for my Roley I was set up

I can’t let up, you in some shit that don’t concern you

Send a bullet through your thermal, you know crazy

[Repeat 1]

[Eightball]

I’ve been waiting 20 minutes baby

Now drop yo drawers

And do something outstandin’ with yo jaws

After all this waitin’ I can see clean through yo forehead

You mo’ said than done, give mo’ head than some

Throw my jacket down in the puddle, hell no

If you don’t know a pimp, somebody besta tell y’all

Yeah the women say it’s good to have a confidant

But yet and still they give it up to pimps, once a month

See a lot of these pimp lovers, they took they K-man

Front like they real and hold a fake in

You wastin’ the time

Serious ballas and ready hoes, got da women walkin’

Dibs on da strip with steady toes

As I pull up, cranking is thinking the bigger fat, natural expertise

Plenty money workin’ for G and whoever next to me

And I ain’t gonna rest till we made a statement

I’m straight up you want it down? It’s time for a replacement

[Repeat 1]

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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

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