Get It (feat. Goodie Mob, Roscoe & J. Wells) - Kurupt, Warren G & Daz Dillinger

Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Cuz' you know me givin' me left hand dap P funk be ridin' shot gun escort your window broke out son A cool breeze got my lips chap mornin' slap some Soul in my bread basket gap contain X marks the spot Twain O.C. the cut layin' A stew of empty gas in my tank A buck thirty lookin' ugly think but it ain't gonna stop no show Ol' burd puttin' a buzz in you ear It's gonna snow or maybe perhaps sleet Rap up the beat outside barely made it to your wake Lookin' like Mr. Fisher, dickie down no suit, no tie Niggaz ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo' You leavin' the hotel 254 Today was good to me I went to the Goodwill with the ten dollar bill Got that London Fog out tha back paid tha man Me and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack lumbers on tha loose Cut your ass Lo like Cee, be under tha water Half these figures around me be hollering New Now what the fuck has this politician did for you Complain, complain but Mr. Clampett ain't gon' change Just ribb your ass up just to gut your pockets out I heard Bill put two G's up for some folks That they found in they house beat up And I don't discuss that color scheme that they fall on 'Cuz tha scheme that they fall on don't match wit my tone See, I wonder will I walk tha streets in 1995 And not have to make bond from 254 Uh, will somebody please turn the lights on 166 I can't see where tha fuck I'm going I can't do shit but get mad I can't keep get Billie and his uncle out my fuckin' Goodie Bag Without your shank you can't thank Without your niggas you up the creek Stank with a ass fool of ore Takin' what I say for what it's worth It don't matter 'cuz how I feel might be triggered From thoughts I had in the past Now I struggle to reach the sky, why try so hard If all I'ma get is spit on 'Cause life at the bottom ain't hittin' on shit But some of these folks is gettin' rich I know about mines, unwind, can't take at times going through The same drama that got me here in this state of mind Red-hot in the summer time First of all, I stand a little more than five feet tall But we can still brawl nigga, I ain't scared at all I guess you niggas don't know or can't see That it ain't even wise steppin' to me incorrectly But yet still when nigga's feel they can deal I will split yo' ass up for real 'Cause we the maniacs with the chunky Goodie sac's So I don't carry an ax, but I still swing low with the lumber jax trax Are being made by Organo-i-z-e Why we coolin' in the shade ain't gettin' paid For chillin', illin' willin' to do what I got to do To come through your speaker Cee-Lo, he will never come weaker Uniquer than a lot of emcees out today Because I'm more than careful about what I say When I pick up a microphone it's on Them better leave me alone, I'm in my zone Prone to snap if you offer me a chance Like it when them chunky hoes can dance I'll enhance the microphone when it's in my grip, I do not slip I can't forget my nigga's Jo, T-Mo and Gipp Ha, ha, ha, well, Great Scott, is he a thief? It seems like he has a mouth fulla gold teeth I smile because your eyes can't take the glare But Cee-Lo, him don't care, I cut off all my hair And everybody stop and stare when we come in the place And I can get on the mic wit' no time to waste Get right up in yo' face, kick the flavor you taste And when I'm on the microphone it's a damn disgrace How you don't comprehend what I'm saying to you And I'm the C, the double E from the Goodie Mo Crew I'm coming through, I'm comin' true, ooh I can't even stop It's Cee-Lo B, I'm down wit that nigga pop, pop, pop And my nigga Mike L and Bert P and my nigga Pretty Ken You know he down wit' me We from Atlanta, G-A, that is where we stay I'm diggin' all in the Goodie Bag each 'n ever day Ooh, shit Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed

Now here's a little story that must be told About a little white girl that was born to soul She was the first of a kind I was scared to speak She had long red hair perfume was sweet It shouldn't be taboo but it is Might not be your reality but it's his Black, red, white, blue and all the blue above Now tell me whats wrong with unconditional love? I remember like it was yesterday When I went over her house to play With Amy, Amy Amy Amy She welcomed me to the neighborhood She showed you that this neighbor good Oh Amy, Amy, Amy, Amy Growin' up with so much fun Wish we could be forever young Said watch the time go by My. I finally found the right girl, right girl Ooh, Golly gee she sure is fine I finally found the right girl, right girl Ohh, if you're sorry it woud blow your mind Thanks for the memories And i hope you remember me, oh Amy Cause I'll always remember you Do you? I'm a try me some new too If It work out for you, who knew The misunderstanding is mutual boo A lot people feel like life ain't fair Still believe there somebody for me out there Ain't gotta be black, ain't gotta be yellow Ain't gotta be white, just gotta be right I use to use the back sliding door What we hiding for? Amy Amy Amy Amy Amy I want to make your father mad If I wasn't the only brother you had Ooh Amy, Amy, Amy Amy What's wrong with me and you? As long as our love is true? I still wonder why But you'll always be my We really liked each other a lot And all her friends were really hot She was really a good dancer Her mom and dad were actually cool Spent the whole summer in the pool Smoking fff with her brother Johnny I say Amy You are the one that made me believe in love I see you shining from the far just the way you are Amy, you're a superstar/ I finally found the right girl I finally found the right girl

One to da two da three da four Them dirty red dogs done hit the door And they got everybody on they hands and knees And they ain't gon' leave until' they find them ki's Now if dirty Bill Clinton fronted me some weight Told me to keep two, bring him back eight And I only brought him five and stuck his ass for three Do you think that Clampett will sick his goons on me? See, martail homes, that's my claim to fame That's where I learned my slickest trick in the dope the game Like my favorite, I call it lemon head delight When you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white Right, well if pimpin' be a sport I be bein' the wide receiver That nigga B.I.G. will make ya'll niggas believers Sippin' on cuervo gold off in the club drunk as fuck Callin' them hoes bitches and smoki'n my weed up When I'm too sober, year older, now I'm almost legal Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and Regals Fuckin' around wit hoes, bustin nuts in they mouths Kickin' that same southern slang, lookin' for love off in yo' jaw hoe See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancer, woowoo's make you dumb What you niggas know about the dirty south? What you niggas know about the dirty south? See never did I thank when I got grown That some peewee sacks had been done took this town See life's a bitch then you figure out Why you really got dropped in the dirty south See in the third grade this is what you told You was bought, you was sold Now they sayin' juice left some heads cracked I betcha Jedd Clampett want his money back See east point atlanta threw this road block Talkin' about all this blow traffic got to stop So the big time players off John Freeman way Had to find themselves another back street to take 'Cause back in the day we was outta control We didn't understand, naw nigga, that money ain't yours That's when me and big state took an oath and sweared Never would we talk, never would we tell So when they pulled up bumpin' rock the bells We took what we want and left them quiet as hell What you niggas know about the dirty south? What you niggas know about the dirty south? Now that cobras got tha boys on Delowe on they back Gipp holler at Miss Ann she said, they didn't get the trap Behind the black, behind the green, behind the red tint Dealers breakin' off that blow up for those wood chips A lot of faces ain't around, a lot of folks got shot Scatta Mack droppin' G's while that Cristal pop Been on tha grind with cool breeze, droppin' pounds with B Eric Neat is tha coolest from my century Mack town keeps growin old school like Charles Stankin' like them Lincolns in piedmont park Perry homes to herndon homes, to all the homes Adams Ville to Pool Creek, shit just don't sleep in the dirty south One to the two the three the four Them dirty red dogs done hit the door And they got everybody on they hands and knees And they ain't gon' leave until' they find them ki's See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm Cigarettes give you cancer, woowoo's make you dumb What you niggas know about the dirty south? What you niggas know about the dirty south? Yeah, yeah The dirty south

Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz Nickels and pennies, and pounds of hash Double up the dough, double my money Let it can boil and bubble, get a grip ain't nothin funny You can't survive, off no conversation wit words Betta get up off yo ass nigga, go flip some birds Hand me my cash, nobody moves and nobody get blast My first words are my last I got a platoon, mask, and armor suits First infiltry of riders on a global pursuit Parachute and jump, held high on a stump Wit a pump, bout to dump, put a end to the hunt The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers Automatics rang out, you left dead nigga wit yo brains out Walk back to the porch, wit some salt to wash the stains out Murders my hobby, kidnapping, jacking, and robbery Wow daz a safari, in a p??? Pay the cops off as I peel out and jet It ain't no thing when we connect, we posted up with tecks Nigga we bury you alive in cement, that's what we meant Now when the nine goes click, yo ass wasn't shit Get out your war tactics, get at you get the job done One gun you hung, seven bullets in your lungs Struggle with heron and I'll tell you apart Through my veins and through my heart That's when the drama will start Nigga gimme what you got, let off some more shots Run through what you got, destroy yo block Got a dealings ever ever was your spot When the nine goes pop, that's when yo homeboys drop The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers I seen it befo' 44's explode Nigga's fall on the flo', the hardest nigga on the flo' The hoes like, do what the fuck ever a nigga say It's like this everyday on the streets of L.A Gotta a lumberjack the size of a tank I'm a hammerhead with a hammer the size of a tank Every heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us The gangsta gang muthafucka, its on dawn to dust Well nigga wonder what we doing, it ain't really nothing to us Plus you ain't nothin' to us, you can't do nothing to us (noooo) I represented and presented the bloodbath Feel the wrath, we get what you had you get stabbed We grab for the oppurtunities that'll soon to be a chance At the eulogy, I knew you be dead, while in prison Making critical decisions, to the brain to his neck Goes 27 inches for tellin' the snitches The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers

(Daz) It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop, can't quit, 'cause we on da grind (Daz) (Kurupt) Yo! (Gangstafied back on the block) Straight up D-A-Z, K-U-R-U-P-T Doin' it like usual, you know what I'm sayin'? You can't stop You can't rewind the time You can't think about the past So look forward to life And keep on the missionin' on the grind fo' yours (Hook - 2x: Daz) We can't stop, can't rewind the time Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes On everything homeboy that I'm down for mine Until we get we it be out here on de grind (Daz) I wake up with the birds, early as fuck Stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucks Lil' bitches around the way they know what's up They wanna bust, wanna try to smoke a nigga weed up It aint shit to flip a double up And I love when I'm comin' up I got thangs for these suckas when they runnin' up Tellin' all yall fools yall aint one of us... nigga (Kurupt) (Daz) Get a glimpse of a fact - plus that, Blaze Move into the hood with all the O.G's That help me get paid homie, we a unit Doin it how a gangsta do it Run through it And stampede the block like bitch Your on the wrong side to be servin your shit (yeah) Jack nigga, Daz and Kurupt the Kingpin Back on the smash with heaters to reclaim the ass (Hook - 2x) (Kurupt) (Daz) Yeah nigga, half a day gone by Ganstafied, givin' it just livin' my life It's hard to survive Without grabbin' my 9, and pump 5-50-5 45, Milli Mack eleven Gunshots non stop to funk pop Then pop baby glocks (Homie you ridin or not?) Me and the homies are the first to bust And y'all cowards dyin' tryna be like us Gangsta (Daz) (Kurupt) With three mouths to feed, it's the life I lead I guess I'd die in the life of greed Mothafuckas 'round here die to bleed For set, joints nigga or half a key I remember when I came up Niggas ranged up, some Crip'd up Some niggas flamed up Crossed your name out, stragg'd my name up (Quick to thow the gang up) What up?! (Yeah!) I guess I'm blessed with the gift of rap Or I'll bless you with the gift of crap Like that, White and Black, Mexican and Jap Homeboy do anything fo' a scrap (Kurupt) Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa DPGC fuck y'all niggas Deep inside we feel like fuck y'all hood Hell nah bitch nigga it ain't all to the good (Hook - 3x) (Kurupt - Over the 3rd Hook) Yeah that's what's wrong with y'all niggas Yeah homie, you gotta get ya hustle on Don't let these bitch niggas move you of the block The gangstas is here fo'eva, Yeah, huh, huh, yeah Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt the Kingpin Daz Dillinger, Kurupt Young Gotti Huh, '99 millenium 2000 Like fuck a bitch! Put it on the catalogs homie Classics