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Kurupt & `Cat live live live...the Road Dawg Assassins
Blaze on...yeah who dat who dat who dat?
Kurupt...Young Gotti back again with my nigga `Cat
I got a plot for about a half of key of coke
heater stowed in my coat me & D Lo
What`s up loc? Hit a stick then trip a flow
Stick him for his notes roll hundred spokes
Raw dogg it`s all about the money now
this ain`t no riddle don`t giggle like it`s funny now
What you got my cash?
What I got`ll pop the stash
get the Glock stop cock pop & dash
move where the homies got they end they coulda had
and everybody`s down for the muthafuckin` mash
What you `bout to blaze up?
Oh it`s like that all of the homies is posted up in the back
you comin` to the gangsta reunion Kurupt & `Cat
wonderin` where all the muthafuckin` G`s at
all I see is switches niggas hittin Swishers
niggas high as the sky & niggas gettin bitches
Chorus
Living my life hustlin` strugglin` & partyin`
Under Pressure (we all are) Under Pressure
I`m a bet I`m not a rookie like Mack 10 said
Gangstas don`t dance we boogie
off to another corridor & that`s for sure
drop a nigga to the floor I`m spectaculaur
Ay girl, seen you lookin` at me from afar
while I`m over here just wonderin` who you are
I`m a tan khaki wearin` blue khaki wearin`
brand new khaki wearin` muthafucka from the Pound
Hop in the MC (Monte Carlo) chrome M3
case niggas is comin` after me burst then flee
I seperate the real from the fake
as easy as it is to make mistakes I`ma give it all it takes
I`ma hit ya spot like shell shock
and take all there is to take
turn & make his fuckin` chest quake
Life is simple just get yo` cash
and don`t do shit unless ya down to blast
Chorus
Violence needs to silence
they call it no sense we call it self defense
They makin` all the cash but we ain`t makin` none
all they got is bullshit but we ain`t takin` none
They said the panties dropped
do `em nigga what`s poppin`?
Is it mines or yours?
Nigga it`s all of ours
play everyday holla at my nigga Dre
(Yo we about to bounce?)
Naw blaze up a ounce
What`s up my name`s Kurupt
they call me Young Gotti
You wanna party I`m out to catch a body
they say I shine but I don`t feel like a star
always tryin` to play niggas like guitars
Just do it baby do it baby do it
it ain`t nothin` to it I spit it like fluid
Spit fluently fluent,
fluent enough for you to understand
what the fuck a nigga was doin`
Chorus
That`s my nigga `Cat he knows where it`s at
Under Pressure (we all are) Under Pressure
That`s my nigga `Cat he knows where all the G`s at
Under Pressure (`cause we all are) Under Pressure
