Daz Dillinger Lyrics
Daz Dillinger Lyrics
"I'd Rather Lie 2 Ya Lyrics"
Carros De Fuego Lyrics
Viejos profetas han visto... ...la muerte correr como el rayo! Son carros de fuego!!! Se nublan los cielos, se agitan los mares La luna en su sitio no esta! El sol ya no ciega! El aire no es puro! Tiemblan los suelos y sangran montanas Vision del Apocalipsis! Reyes macabros! Venidos del cosmos! Son carros de fuego!!! Se hiela la sangre, se ciegan los ojos Suenan trompetas de muerte! Signos deformes! Dibujan la tierra! Se acercan demonios con lenguas de fuego
[Intro]
C'mon, whassup nigga...
Ride over here on the dope side...
Clockin like a muh'fucka yaknow?
Let loose!
[Daz]
Time goes by, whether ya to' off or livin fly
Like this life that ya livin, you could see life in my eyes
And I wonder why - when I decide the time'll find
Turnin earth into meantime, then catch me on the grind
What's mine, is bout mine - let it be known
For those who won't know and don't know, if we don't tell 'em
They ain't usin me but usually it's somethin I can sell 'em
[Chorus]
I'd rather lie to ya, then sell ya hope
Ain't nothin I could tell ya so I'll sell ya dope
I said I'd rather lie to ya, then sell ya hope
Ain't nothin I could tell ya so I'll sell ya dope
(Put ya flag in ya hand)
[Daz]
Children come into the world with no, state of mind
Then mind state of mankind is that of earth - blind
From the time ya born till ya gain consciousness
ya loose it all, tryna prove it all
Mom and pop
But they never told me I could get paid like this
High risk, where my neck on the line
For the chips, get paid, get put in the twist, get sprayed
She pray; what else can she do?
Cops came to the door with four pictures of me bouncin with a .22
I guess that's life and then ya die
That's why we get high, cuz when ya gone bye bye.. (see ya)
And I ain't never seen a person that died again
And ya wonder why we finna go ride again
That was then, and this is now, and this is how
we execute our plans, nowadays it goes down
Ya flip a pound, ya work a bird, ya work the curb
They watch ya spot, they watch ya spot where ya serve that juice sweet
Just to get niggaz off the street
I got caught up in the mix went to the county and shit
Back on the street tryna figure out well if they hit first
Click your heat or take your beater or I can spit me a verse
Whichever happen, cappin, rappin, sellin sacks and mackin
I make
[Chorus]
[Daz]
Will we quit? Nah I don't think so - no
We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
[???]
I got all the homies at (Eastside!)
If you blue or red raggin (Westside!)
Walk around witcha flag in the air (Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! ...)
Put ya flag in ya hair
Where all y'all homies at? (Eastside!)
If you blue or red raggin (Westside!)
Walk around witcha flag in ya hand (Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! ...)
Put ya flag in the air
[talking]
aww yeah, recognize game..
Dat Nigga Daz, Tray Deee, Big C-Style, Big AD
Soopafly, thugs, money from drugs
Felony crimes, poverty.. whassup with affirmative action?
We the United States? Seems like the Divided States
Liberty and Justice for all? Shit.. Liberty and Justice for y'all
[Daz]
It's eastside, westside gangbangin, on a daily
Flag hangin o
One more stripe to lock it down till ya dead
Caught a felony case, made bail and then fled
Got caught up, a year or so later
with some player hater nigga tryna slang and got you claimin his game
What a shame; this game - I let it be known
For those who don't know and won't know, if we don't tell 'em
They ain't usin me but usually it's somethin I can sell 'em...
[Chorus]
[Daz]
Will we quit? Nah I don't think so - no
We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
[Tray Deee talking]
Uh-huh, yea..
That's how we do it out here on the wild wild motherfuckin west
Ain't nuttin changed, put somethin up in niggaz chest
Niggaz think this a joke? Ain't nuttin to know
Just getcha motherfuckin money and keep ya heat by ya side
Cuz this the land where them niggaz ride..
Best ta recognize...
Viejos profetas han visto... ...la muerte correr como el rayo! Son carros de fuego!!! Se nublan los cielos, se agitan los mares La luna en su sitio no esta! El sol ya no ciega! El aire no es puro! Tiemblan los suelos y sangran montanas Vision del Apocalipsis! Reyes macabros! Venidos del cosmos! Son carros de fuego!!! Se hiela la sangre, se ciegan los ojos Suenan trompetas de muerte! Signos deformes! Dibujan la tierra! Se acercan demonios con lenguas de fuego
[Intro]
C'mon, whassup nigga...
Ride over here on the dope side...
Clockin like a muh'fucka yaknow?
Let loose!
[Daz]
Time goes by, whether ya to' off or livin fly
Like this life that ya livin, you could see life in my eyes
And I wonder why - when I decide the time'll find
Turnin earth into meantime, then catch me on the grind
What's mine, is bout mine - let it be known
For those who won't know and don't know, if we don't tell 'em
They ain't usin me but usually it's somethin I can sell 'em
[Chorus]
I'd rather lie to ya, then sell ya hope
Ain't nothin I could tell ya so I'll sell ya dope
I said I'd rather lie to ya, then sell ya hope
Ain't nothin I could tell ya so I'll sell ya dope
(Put ya flag in ya hand)
[Daz]
Children come into the world with no, state of mind
Then mind state of mankind is that of earth - blind
From the time ya born till ya gain consciousness
ya loose it all, tryna prove it all
Mom and pop
Funny (Not Much) Lyrics
-Artist: Nat King Cole -peak Billboard position # 26 in 1952 -Words and Music by Marcia Neal, Philip F. Broughton, Bob Merrill, and Hughie -Prince Funny, how I've stopped loving you I can pass you on the street and my heart don't skip a beat Not much, so much my eyes wanna cry Funny, how I've stopped loving you I can listen to your name and it doesn't start a flame Not much, so much my heart wants to die Now that you're standing here, darling, I don't shed
s told me, "Son it'll be days like this"-Artist: Nat King Cole -peak Billboard position # 26 in 1952 -Words and Music by Marcia Neal, Philip F. Broughton, Bob Merrill, and Hughie -Prince Funny, how I've stopped loving you I can pass you on the street and my heart don't skip a beat Not much, so much my eyes wanna cry Funny, how I've stopped loving you I can listen to your name and it doesn't start a flame Not much, so much my heart wants to die Now that you're standing here, darling, I don't shed
But they never told me I could get paid like this
High risk, where my neck on the line
For the chips, get paid, get put in the twist, get sprayed
She pray; what else can she do?
Cops came to the door with four pictures of me bouncin with a .22
I guess that's life and then ya die
That's why we get high, cuz when ya gone bye bye.. (see ya)
And I ain't never seen a person that died again
And ya wonder why we finna go ride again
That was then, and this is now, and this is how
we execute our plans, nowadays it goes down
Ya flip a pound, ya work a bird, ya work the curb
They watch ya spot, they watch ya spot where ya serve that juice sweet
Just to get niggaz off the street
I got caught up in the mix went to the county and shit
Back on the street tryna figure out well if they hit first
Click your heat or take your beater or I can spit me a verse
Whichever happen, cappin, rappin, sellin sacks and mackin
I make
Nervous Lyrics
And you should've told me you had a nervous fuckin break down And you should've said to me you were going down And I should've told you you heart, momma, it's going down And you should've told me you had a nervous fuckin breakdown And there's a flip side to that coin there's a flip side to your coin well is there? And there's a flip side to that coin there's a flip side to your coin well is there? Is there? And you should've told me you had a
it happen, nigga I make it happenAnd you should've told me you had a nervous fuckin break down And you should've said to me you were going down And I should've told you you heart, momma, it's going down And you should've told me you had a nervous fuckin breakdown And there's a flip side to that coin there's a flip side to your coin well is there? And there's a flip side to that coin there's a flip side to your coin well is there? Is there? And you should've told me you had a
[Chorus]
[Daz]
Will we quit? Nah I don't think so - no
We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
[???]
I got all the homies at (Eastside!)
If you blue or red raggin (Westside!)
Walk around witcha flag in the air (Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! ...)
Put ya flag in ya hair
Where all y'all homies at? (Eastside!)
If you blue or red raggin (Westside!)
Walk around witcha flag in ya hand (Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! ...)
Put ya flag in the air
[talking]
aww yeah, recognize game..
Dat Nigga Daz, Tray Deee, Big C-Style, Big AD
Soopafly, thugs, money from drugs
Felony crimes, poverty.. whassup with affirmative action?
We the United States? Seems like the Divided States
Liberty and Justice for all? Shit.. Liberty and Justice for y'all
[Daz]
It's eastside, westside gangbangin, on a daily
Flag hangin o
Just 'Cause We Can Lyrics
Honey, for our date tonight I’ve got the perfect place to go I was thinkin’ ‘bout a candlelight seafood dinner At this little place on the Gulf of Mexico Don’t look at me like I’m crazy darlin’ Just hear me out ‘Cause we can be there by tomorrow If we pack up and hit the road right now We’ll spend the night in Birmingham At your brother’s house on the way down Then we’ll find us a motel room with and ocean view Boy, take my hand Let’s get wil
ut ya pants, nigga life on ya last chanceHoney, for our date tonight I’ve got the perfect place to go I was thinkin’ ‘bout a candlelight seafood dinner At this little place on the Gulf of Mexico Don’t look at me like I’m crazy darlin’ Just hear me out ‘Cause we can be there by tomorrow If we pack up and hit the road right now We’ll spend the night in Birmingham At your brother’s house on the way down Then we’ll find us a motel room with and ocean view Boy, take my hand Let’s get wil
One more stripe to lock it down till ya dead
Caught a felony case, made bail and then fled
Got caught up, a year or so later
with some player hater nigga tryna slang and got you claimin his game
What a shame; this game - I let it be known
For those who don't know and won't know, if we don't tell 'em
They ain't usin me but usually it's somethin I can sell 'em...
[Chorus]
[Daz]
Will we quit? Nah I don't think so - no
We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
[Tray Deee talking]
Uh-huh, yea..
That's how we do it out here on the wild wild motherfuckin west
Ain't nuttin changed, put somethin up in niggaz chest
Niggaz think this a joke? Ain't nuttin to know
Just getcha motherfuckin money and keep ya heat by ya side
Cuz this the land where them niggaz ride..
Best ta recognize...