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daz dillinger - g spot lyrics

snoop (daz):
yeah, what i’ma do right here is take my time
and dedicating this one to my n-ggas resting in peace
and my n-ggas behind the wall
see you when i get there, you know what i’m saying? (really doe)
so drip with me as i go down memory lane
boy it’s a loony where the gr-ss is greener
(1-8-7 ain’t sh-t but a misdemeanor)
i’ve seen a lot of n-ggas come up, but few n-ggas done up
some rest in peace, with their khakis heavy squeezed
but it’s a east side thang, a hoo ride thang
(’cause if we bang to the boogie than we boogie to the bang)
i bring you the motherf–king .38
(just get the mc and the homie nate)
so we can slide, slide, slipperdy slide
as i take you on a trip n-gga ride (east side)
nate (daz):
do you remember back on the east side?
where all us n-ggas used to love to ride
we didn’t care what we did
time was nothing to us we were just kids
times are different now, but you still get stuck
i’m not a kid no more, i just don’t give a f–k
so if you’re thinking about coming and stepping to me
keep this in mind: i’m a motherf–king o.g
snoop:
lets speed the clock up and p-ss some time
june 17th, 1979
that’s my first time being arrested
i know i did the crime, but i ain’t going to confess to this sh-t
i learned than from the g’s
a g is an overseer, the overseer sees
more than you do ’cause he gets experienced
and besides i’m just a juvenile delinquent
so i was gone, and i’m on my way home
my momma’s going to get me, and i flee with (? )
she puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb
we stop and frosty freeze for a couple snowcones
she telling me that i didn’t need to do what i done
she said: “playing football should be your only fun son”
i’m like “allright” so we enter the house
come up to the door and pops fired to the mouth
i couldn’t do nothing but cry like a b-tch
i looked at my momma and said: “d-mn, why you snitch? ”
they put me on punishment but that didn’t work
now wearing khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt
and throwing up the neighborhood gang sides
i do my first robbery and now i gotta do time
nate:
my homie told me one day he had a jack move
he said: “come on nate dogg, it’ll be smooth”
i agreed and said “come on, let’s go and jack them fools”
next day we were draped in the county blues
i went and did a little time in the bucket see (seventeen years)
saying to myself “i’ll never f–k with that n-gga again”
‘fore i’m locked down i learned to be
what i am now and that’s a motherf–king o.g
original gangsta
daz:
i grew up in the city as a chap, faced the trials
never smiled, became a gangster in the meanwhile
you’d find me swearing and lying, trying to be an o.g.,
beating the sh-t out of n-ggas for guess, some hillfigers
the man behind the trigger, committing robberies
with the homies, no one could stop, n0body knew me
breaking n-ggas for showing, sucker n-ggas better know me
because we ain’t letting the bullsh-t slide no more
do your wear n-gga and kick in your front door
to let you know we can’t take no more
feeling revenge, k!lling enemies, family and friends
and let you pay the cost for my homie’s life, it’s lost
toss a coin in the air, run my fingers through my hair
and ask myself: “who the f–k should i really fear? ”
i ran around with the best k!llers
thug criminals and drug dealers
blasting n-ggas if they come near us
(? ) with evil spirits, no one could help us if we could
knock on wood for good luck
serve every n-gga in your hood with a buck, now you’ve been struck
stood gangsta in a static gangsta mack
a grown child laying n-ggas the f–k down
nate (daz):
original gangsta (original gangsta)
coming from long beach (the town by the sea where n-ggas know me)
coming from the east side…
you’re f–king with the pound, oh n-gga please
c-o-b.’s can’t see the d-o-double g’s, [o.g.’s… repeat 5 times]
shout outs to my n-gga mr. d-a-z
shout outs to my n-gga mr. warren g
shout outs to my n-gga s-n-double o-p
shout outs to my n-ggas c, style and me
snoop (nate):
yeah, straight up, based on a true story
you know what i’m saying? it’s a g thang baby (original gangsta)
you trick -ss b-tch!

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