Daz Dillinger lyrics
Daz Dillinger lyrics
"Ridin' High lyrics"
The Red And The Black lyrics
Canadian Mounted, baby Police force at work Red and black It's their color scheme Get their man In the end It's all right............It's all right It's all right............It's all right It's all right............Ah yeah my honies know it's all right It's all right............It's all right It's all right............It's all right It'
Canadian Mounted, baby Police force at work Red and black It's their color scheme Get their man In the end It's all right............It's all right It's all right............It's all right It's all right............Ah yeah my honies know it's all right It's all right............It's all right It's all right............It's all right It'
(Daz) That Nigga Daz and Dub C in this motherfucker(what's happening nigga) Doing what we got to do, every day all day And if you didn't know! Now you know! So get it right! Beeeoootch!!!(echoes) Yah And it goes like that Gangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shit Gangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shit WC, Daz, nigga Daz Gangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shit (Chorus)(x2) Just ridin high!(Just ridin high) Just ridin by!(Just ridin by) Come on! Don't trip, don't trip (Daz) It's like chill, why do we have to fool and get ill On what we call the dollar dollar bill You can get killed for that paint job and wheels Oh my oh my I love the dollar dollar bill Oh juicy, be like ?vision? when he shot steel Put the blamAgnst By Numbers lyricse up on you and be out with the loot Slang coke or weed, pills You got pinky when the cup of blood got spilled Shit outta luck, there ain't no refills I'm more deadlier then ever What I got'll see through your armor shield Show you breakdown with your bills Recognize the real side that'll ride and kill Just for sure (Chorus) (WC) Chronic's in the bag, rollin all day Blue ??????six with ?double? called ?say? Age sixteen, I'm tired of hearing mom's mouth "Motherfucker get a job or get ya punk ass out!" A little wild seed, influenced by the g's Strong bombing, pistol whipping and twisting niggas for cheese It's the normal method, barrel start by the jail Wreck a long one ????? the real stretch marks A juvenile packing millimeters And wh
walking with love she finds it talking with love she knows it she walks in the room looking for reality then opens the door to escape it she is fixed on peoples emotions she needs to care for their notions searching for flaws in a person's head she stitches them up but with the wrong thread she thinks she is doing no damage she thinBlind lyricsn I'm close to doing a third Nigga I got more stripes then a zebra Will I live and make it out of the ghetto But will I die? Only GOd knows nigga but for now I just know I'm just (Chorus) (Daz) You got the upper hand Take control and take command Get your blast over with and cut the bullshit I the need the chips in a hurry By the end of the day I'm having em' don't worry Sorta like a dream or a storybook A born crook Shook all the bustas that snitch Now I'ma black book It took a while Being so broke it's hard to smile Hard living, trying to be grown when I'm a child Overshadowed by negativity Running and stealing, running from security Something like a mystery Drugs,bitches to county jails, penitentiaries My background history Cause
Where would we be without the sand and the sea? Without a little help from the birds and the bees? My family tree depends on the future of a plea, I get down on my knees Now's our time to release and make peace with our conscience We wanna break through, and set a precedence; a new way of thinking Can you walk on by without your cold eyesRight Through You lyricsthe game is so trickory (WC) Now what's the remedy Should we strive, the streets is killing me Or should we lay down in a cell shit's forgiving me Criminal activity Crack sales are killing me (A bunch or syllables said really fast) (Daz) Just chill (WC) I'm tired of living the life of crime (Daz) Just chill (WC) The life of the deaf, dumb, and blind (Daz) Just chill (WC) Why do we have to fool and get ill (Daz) Don't trip (WC) It's all about the dollar dollar bill (Chorus) (Daz talking) You motherfuckers wanted to know what the gang was all about And now you know, you ain't got to look no further WC and that nigga Daz Bringing it to you, hardcore, raw, smooth, gangsta shit Sucka!! 98-97 99-2G Whoooo!! What, what, what hey(x3)
You look them in the eye To show them you're brave But no one but me knows That you're just a slave To this part in the play You never mean what you say You come on so strong You run with the hunt You don't show what's behind You don't show what's in front And you do it to show Someone you don't know Like a bird on a limb Starin' down at