Big Body (feat. Tha Dogg Pound) - ScHoolboy Q

What is reality? Motherfuckers out here don't know shit They ain't tryin to know shit Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent Get my motherfuckin paper You don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit Gotta get paid motherfucker (Kurupt) Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team When it seems to be reality is just a dream Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?' What I represent God only knows what lies for myself Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life Will money be the root of my destruction? Without the money I can't even seem to function (Dat Nigga Daz) Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn There's nowhere for me to hide from reality As complex as the situation gets I remain I maintain, ain't that much strain To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain Ahh shit, I don't believe this Some niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist But ain't that much twistin in existance And this is how you show me love It shows me exactly what money's capable of Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin And pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies (All my homies) for jackers only Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me I'm back with the fifth of Henn Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality) *Repeat 2X* (Dat Nigga Daz) I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games In the world of madness, will my composure be the same Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground A lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes On the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up For what, a simple nut, a simple fuck (Kurupt) Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances To survive in nineteen ninety-five So I got nineteen ninety-five ways To survive nowadays Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again Cause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again Out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me It irks me, strenuous controversy What's next on the list to complete After all this shit that popped off on the street And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides Cause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die) It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey) (Tray Dee) Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep) I beez the hardest, regardless fool Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch Then I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right) It's no remorse when you cross my course I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss Mista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G. B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth Til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn Nowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)* *Continues with variations*

A player, only plays for so long, then he's played out A hustler, only hustles for so long, then he's hustled out A pimp only pimps for so long, and that's for life For all the pimps I've known, it's been pimp or die A whore, a whore only whores for so long, before she's whored out Put that on this life To play these games on the field of life Is a very hard game to play on Yeah put that on somethin That's so damn flossy like a trip to the tailor, and the parlor Don't even matter about the dollar When I hit the streets the whores gon' holler If dripping wool is gonna shine to blind Hypnotically to the flow of my pen It's gonna let you know, that I come to peel with my whore But somebody's gotta do it, somebody's gotta win at it Because the game's never gonna stop Champagne bottles still gonna be popped Like the players at the top, of their game Like daz, kurupt, the pound Put that on this life Yeah, and a girl, can give up that ass for free, for only so long Then she's labelled a whore, might as well get paid Cause treasure, is the pleasure that the girl sells all day Better hit the corner, let's get la-di-da-di Pay me enough money so I can share it with everybody Like la-di-da-di, let's go and have this party Like the megatron mack from the year two thousand Yeah we bringin it back, we bringin it back Cool we (Dre) geyeah, kick some smooth shit

Intro: Busta ass nigga (busta ass niggas). Bitch ride on they ass. I be back in About 30 minutes. Get your ass in the car nigga.? Kurupt: Before I even step motherf**kers hit the deck I get's wreck with a tech so cash in like checks fool I fet's my own back in a strap But if it calls for that I got my nigga Kenny Mack (beeoitch) Swift as the wind the Mac 10 is in my niggas clutches So bust this we rush this punk ass nigga I knew he was a f**kin' punk So then I tapped Daz "go and pop the f**kin' truck" He steps back in with tech and I'm all puffin' on blunts Ready to get wrecked Even though I knew he had a Mac 10 on I gave a f**k And stuck the tech out the window ready to (let loose) Get (some gin and juice) and then tell Snoop to come scoop Check me out peep how all who withstand Step so quick and slowly sink like quicksand "Murder" that's what I be yellin' I'm peepin' ya people now two hoods the villian Wheather I'm a see a G or a B.G. Sportin' locs and a beenie tryin' to mad dog you can't see me Now I can bust a cap and split 'em up Or ready to get 'em up What's up with that Dogg Pound? Like nigga then I hit 'em up Now you know what's up with Kurupt (right) Niggas don't give a f**k I'm headed for the westside Snoop: Now this spots owned by the motherf**kin' D.O. (double G) P.O.U.N.D. so I see no (other choice) but to roll with the homicide (For all this drama make you and your momma die) Hook: This is Dogg Pound for life This is Dogg Pound for life (nigga I just don't give a f**k) This is Dogg Pound for life This is Dogg Pound for life (nigga we just don't give a shit) Daz:

This is DJ easy dick And this is the golden shower hour early in the Morning Wake your goat mouth ass up This is 187.4 fm on your dial And We flipping it just like this For alll you motherfucken real Gs out There Huh come with the real shit 187.4 fm on your dial Until the tick Tock yeah dont stop Until the beep beep and you dont freeze Aye check It out baby bubber in the place to be My name is Snoop Say what? The One they wanna see so um Blaze up the bud and break out the champagne Cause we rollin in the fast lane trying to find the right lane Doing It just like players Laying down laws Governors mayors to stay up on Top of things Theres something bout being in tha Dogg Pound gang That Makes me wanna have some type of hustling life If being wrong is wrong I cant be right Despite all the madness youre hitting on Daz Stealing Rhymes with super duper scenes to get you paid But you played yourself Cause you cant play me I see through you but you cant see me Hes been Watching you Been watching So Smooth Longbeach is on the move smooth Like the motion of your body Hes been watching you Been watching you So smooth So smooth Longbeach is on the move Now Im a qualified Microphone technician with styles I came to storm on like electrical Clouds See me now Ill go killing like Micky Mal Down to trip and empty Clips infermanently examine our position Competition to strip and Dismantle Light em up like candle stick but dont stick to prevandal Vandalise I ran from anim cs to freeze To reguarantee the temperature Decrease degrees Bows and stiff keeps me in control Never fold I score Like order and oughta let these hoochies I sorta sometimes get in Shorter It sort of limits ya But to me the skys delimits ya No I Diminish ya To dust takes spinister Bust one rhyme its like a voodoo Hex Connect complex styles my vast hi tech flex Cause And if she like Me ooze in their like swimwear Dont despite me cause alot of hoe like Me mashing them nikes out of See niggas on Tv This nigga Daz Now Ive Got one question nigga how does it feel Check your game But I aint Even saying no name Procaimed lyricist dissing us for fortune and fame Did I do something to you Did we sold your hoes(house) Cause youre on Tv rapping like you knew me You know me but you dont really know me That mothafucken nigga from the DPG The K-U-R-U-P-T Im too smooth Mothafucka Hes been watching you Hell be watching So Smooth Dogg Pound Is on the move Its on the move Hes been watching you Hell been Watching you So smooth Dogg Pound is on the move Is on the move Every Every Every Every I know thats right Real smooth here on 187.4 fm on Your dial The station thats playing platinum hits baby thats keeping You coming And Im the DJ with the fatest sack DJ E-A-Z Look between my Legs and youll know why On that station thats sockin some soul to your Ass W Balls fade em off And now we gonna take some callers I wanna Dedicate this one to my girl Cheryl out their man with a fat ass Beeitch Yoo this is Barry White youre the Dogg Pound youll Mothafuckers sounding good Keep doing what your doing youre players Im Kevin Slo Jammin James from 92.3 the beat Man this shit is so smooth Im switching up get me an application I wanna work for W Balls