Dr Dre - Puffin On Blunts & Drankin Tanqueray Lyrics
Artist: dr. dre featuring dat nigga daz & lady of rage[lady of rage]All ways and forever, forever and all waysThe rhythm will flow from now and through all daysAs long as the sun shinesAs long as eisenours on the dimeYo, Ill be kickin the rhymeOne time for ya mind, your soul your bodyD-o-gs on the side of me, smooth as e & jHard as bacardi smackin those yaddy-yacks and ducks keep quackinHands that are clappin end up cracklinUnder the heat the pressure from the one thats defferEgyptian ruler will call me cleo ro nefertiti yes indeediGot the eyes of the beedie-body from tahitiVoice of the will lyrics blowChills up ya spine thats illslowAll thoughts in ya mind drop a yoCame in the front but you be kicked through the back doorFor tryin to step, tryin to come incorrectTryin to play the left, tryin to start a messTryin to cause fuss, tryin to raise a ruckus...huhYoull end up ashes to ashes, dusk to duskA busta you musta been *****in on drugsAnd alcohol back off, all a yall up against the wallSpread em, doggs go get em andCuff em and stuff em, cold shed em dont let emNot a word, not another one heardIf you try you die, visions blurred, speech slurredServed with a cherry on topRage in effect I just begun to rockYeah rock on witcha bad self rage!Rock on witcha bad self rage!Rock on witcha bad self rage!Rock on witcha bad self....[dat nigga daz]Yo..im dat nigga daz who packs a tre-8 slugA true nigga from the hood and the pound gives loveYo see...niggas wanna be down but never came aroundSo back up off my nuts and stop sweatin the poundYou see niggas get broke off like 1,2,3Cuz Im the d-a to the..(d-a-to the..)D-a- to the zNow gz pay attention to this young ass mack daddyIn a caddy-haddy, not known about the cityWhere the niggas hang aroundSo I roll em up and hit em up wit the mother*****in dogg pound[kurupt]Im rough and rugged and up till to the dirtIm from the dogg pound nigga so Im puttin in workIm no joke who the ***** you tryin to provoke(1-8-7)its cool how his ass got smokedI dont drink no *****in vsopI drink the mother*****in o.g., o-eIm from the clik that be kickin the gangsta shit *****Real niggas real gz wit real big dicksI hit em up wit the poundSo what you wanna throw upClaimin your cocaine or cavi when you blow upKnow what? the pounds in the mother*****in houseBack again we try to get high as we kinDr.dre be kickin phat rhymes and produce and kick shitI gets more wicked than beetlejuiceMother*****ers get battered so scatterBefore I keep ya hostage a nigga hostage like the grim reaperSo Im comin from my hood...what hoodYou really like to know mother*****er I thought you knewMother*****er dont you know Im stranded on the rowI take a look into the crowd kick a style a flowIm mashin, mother*****ers get murdered for actionRelax kid, your rollin wit a *****in assasinOutlasted did dirt the other dayBetray, the roll of a g, from the d-o double gP-o-u-n-d, pound so bow-bow mother*****in marksThe execute the start, when the chronic gets sparkedIm like ? ?Wrecks I flex murderous rhymes to leave you all deadWhat said is all said its already spokeThe dead is the dead I aint no *****in jokeI murder mother*****ers as a hobbyOne of my idols aint no joke so why in the ***** should I beFly me to the bahamas, ruff rhymer,Dramas what your kickin, wicked is how Im aApproach ya, the locster, whos quick to up and smoke yaYour lookin like a smoka, grinnin like the jokerI yolk ya from da back like a ***** talkin shitBut a ***** aint shit, cuz a ***** aint shitBut a ho and trick on my dickFlip, lets take a trip to the dogg poundFools tryed to punk me when I was young but Im a hog nowAnd I gets respect and I step wit a tec 9Ready to put somethin up in that ass to give respect mineFool, deatrow aint lynchin and the pound aint mobbinWe all dont give a ***** run in your crib and start robbinThrobbin, Ill break a nigga down in the 90sMaxin at the pound wit my doggs is where youll find meBeeyatch..
