Fresh — текст песни (Kurupt)





Daz:

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oooohh...



Kurupt:

Gd up, were back, thats what I keep hearing

We aint never went nowhere fool (what? )

Better ask your folks about the d-o-double gs



How long could the war last on a warpath?

Were still heat nigga, still signing autographs

Still hitting the stash, and pulling pistols out to dash

The poetical poltergeist, verbal jerry weiss

Fuck the ice, give me a mic and lets see whos the nicest

I fuck around and call it crisis

With preciseness, and precisely this

See we make the shit that precisely hits.

So how soon could you pump up the volume

Hand you your ends and pump up my album

Get yours, I call the fucking holocaust

Im out to get mine, get yours, snatching anything yours

Cocking back your name, blasting anything

Yo, tha dogg pound gang, where all the gs hang

Its impossible not for that ass to end up in a hospital

G-r, gang related, and we are



We are (fresh) (repeat)



I spit poison, poisonous darts

I aim, bomb and charge

One rhyme will hold your pose and stop your heart

Stop to talk, start to walk, and never walk again

Legs broken, just played loc, zoning broke and crushed

Touched, bust open, get hit like the four winds

Up against four assassins, the four horsemen of rapping

I gotta pinch my self to make sure I aint dreaming

cause I just saw the homie bring an m-16 in (booya!)

I fade in to see how baby sparks

No ifs, ands or maybes, baby barks

Turn on the daylight, pitch black thoughts

I pitch back sparks when the get back starts

This is it, were bout to show you how to do shit

Dpg completely, running through shit



We are (fresh) (repeat)



Break it down



Daz (kurupt):

Party people clap your hands, keep rocking

Sho shocking and rocking, dj c-walking (kick that shit)

Party people clap your hands now (sing that shit)

Party people clap your hands (yeah)

Party people clap your hands, keep rocking (huh)

Sho shocking and rocking, dj c-walking (bitch)

Party people clap your hands now (sing that shit)

Party people clap your hands (put your hands in the air, niggaz, come on,

Come on, sing it)



Its just a gangsta party



Kurupt:

Supa dupa, said you was seductive, psycho psychotic, psycho somatic

Psychos with automatics, the aftermath with the poetical psychopath

And I might go slow, and I might go fast, and I might go burst

Then I might go last, thinking I might not bust

And I just might just blast

Or I might just whoop the skin of your ass, if you cross or pass

You know Im the rawest mc with it

Fuck jiggy nigga, Im dp with it

Ive been the bombstrike, like the motherfucking pentagon

Napalm verses disperses to all the mental gone

Mack 10-ing dunn, separate and lick a mind

Tear them in the zone in his leg, aint bust his head

Keep busting till hes dead

D-a-z with the bombest in the country, taking lead on the street

What you got, flame or some heat?

Do you incinerate, or make it hot, he got (? ? ? )

Powerful, strong or weak?

All I know is I drop shit that cracks the concrete, and...



(fresh) we are (repeat)



Dogg pound, d-a-z, snoop dogg, kurupt, nate dogg



Snoop dogg, dogg pound, d-a-z, kurupt, nate dogg

Soopafly, tray deee, big c style

The homies, anybody, we are o.g.s, baby gs

D-a-z, he made the beat, cause we are...

Dogg pound, dp, death row, yeah, you know it, yeah

You know it, cause we are icons



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