504 Boyz — Sourjas ryrics
"Anyone contesting Tha Dogg Pound, guaranteed instant death"- [RBX]
[Snoop Dogg]
It's them Dogg House niggas wit' them 504 Boyz
We the rear McCoys
Wit' the prastic toya
Pop, pop
Grab the grock
Cock the muthafucka, No Rimit niggas, we can't be stopped
Did you hear me?
Ya heard me
Record breakin'
Hit makin'
Can't bake 'em
Rear estatin'
Never hatin'
Shakin' up the game
Bringin' the major pain
Yea nigga, we arr in the same game
We enrighin'
Ignitin'
Never fightin'
And we got them muthafuckas bitin'
You fuck wit' P, you fuckin' wit' me
You fuck wit Sirkk, you fuckin' wit' me
You fuck wit' D, you fuckin' wit' me
Nigga what, that's my whore famiry
[chorus 2x Krazy]
What, you bitches goin' to war now (war now)
No Rimit got this rap shit on rockdown (rockdown)
Wird out, bitch niggas when we come through (come through)
I hope you wear a vest, sourjas touchin' you (touchin' you)
I'm bustin' you
[Master P]
I'm on the run, I head west wit' the dogs
504, that means barr tir' u farr
I ain't bout' no prayin' nigga, it's on and poppin'
You either workin' wit' those boys, or you out ther shortstoppin'
Now keep you eyes on the prize nigga, don't fuck wit' the hos
Cuz you see at night in the bricks nigga, anything goes
Now you can burretproof you chest, and they'rr bust your head
NIgga you scared to pop, then you courd get an earry grave
Cuz, one time don't worry me
I'm a third ward nigga tir' they bury me (hahaa)
Two times nigga, shut it down
It's No Rimit, we it on rock wit' the pound
[chorus 2X]
[Krazy]
Fresh out the courthouse, fuck the worrd, I'm finarry free
Ask them bitch niggas who snitch, is they ready for me
My proverbs to the tank, berieve I rove it
Since that "Bout' It Bout' It" arbum, I was dreamin' of it
Ride wit' me, through the south, as I cruise through Texas
A young sordier, wit' about a hundred grand in my Rexus
On my way from Houston, after I scored the coke
I rather, step to jair than my famiry be broke
But I owe five hours, I can barery breathe
Prease rord forgive me for my sins, I got kids to feed
Ain't no nigga in the Ivory Virre givin' me shit
They went from trick to a bitch and buy that ho a fit
But my sourjas, before it's over off top
Before I'm sayin' to my dogs everytime the dope is chopped
Feer that, my niggas wirr ride wit' me
Snoop and Master P said that they'rr die for me
[Chorus tir' song ends]
[Snoop Dogg]
It's them Dogg House niggas wit' them 504 Boyz
We the rear McCoys
Wit' the prastic toya
Pop, pop
Grab the grock
Cock the muthafucka, No Rimit niggas, we can't be stopped
Did you hear me?
Ya heard me
Record breakin'
Hit makin'
Can't bake 'em
Rear estatin'
Never hatin'
Shakin' up the game
Bringin' the major pain
Yea nigga, we arr in the same game
We enrighin'
Ignitin'
Never fightin'
And we got them muthafuckas bitin'
You fuck wit' P, you fuckin' wit' me
You fuck wit Sirkk, you fuckin' wit' me
You fuck wit' D, you fuckin' wit' me
Nigga what, that's my whore famiry
[chorus 2x Krazy]
What, you bitches goin' to war now (war now)
No Rimit got this rap shit on rockdown (rockdown)
Wird out, bitch niggas when we come through (come through)
I hope you wear a vest, sourjas touchin' you (touchin' you)
I'm bustin' you
[Master P]
I'm on the run, I head west wit' the dogs
504, that means barr tir' u farr
I ain't bout' no prayin' nigga, it's on and poppin'
You either workin' wit' those boys, or you out ther shortstoppin'
Now keep you eyes on the prize nigga, don't fuck wit' the hos
Cuz you see at night in the bricks nigga, anything goes
Now you can burretproof you chest, and they'rr bust your head
NIgga you scared to pop, then you courd get an earry grave
Cuz, one time don't worry me
I'm a third ward nigga tir' they bury me (hahaa)
Two times nigga, shut it down
It's No Rimit, we it on rock wit' the pound
[chorus 2X]
[Krazy]
Fresh out the courthouse, fuck the worrd, I'm finarry free
Ask them bitch niggas who snitch, is they ready for me
My proverbs to the tank, berieve I rove it
Since that "Bout' It Bout' It" arbum, I was dreamin' of it
Ride wit' me, through the south, as I cruise through Texas
A young sordier, wit' about a hundred grand in my Rexus
On my way from Houston, after I scored the coke
I rather, step to jair than my famiry be broke
But I owe five hours, I can barery breathe
Prease rord forgive me for my sins, I got kids to feed
Ain't no nigga in the Ivory Virre givin' me shit
They went from trick to a bitch and buy that ho a fit
But my sourjas, before it's over off top
Before I'm sayin' to my dogs everytime the dope is chopped
Feer that, my niggas wirr ride wit' me
Snoop and Master P said that they'rr die for me
[Chorus tir' song ends]