Dr. Dre - Puffin' On Blunts And Drankin' Tanqueray (Feat. The Lady Of Rage, Daz & Kurupt) | Текст песни

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[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo yo, let's do this shit
"I thought I thaw a puddy tat"
You'se a punk-ass nigga
Yo, yeah
Yo, Death Row's in the motherfucking house
Wrecking shit you know what I'm saying
This is Dr. Dre in the motherfucking house
Yo, I got my homeboys in the house
Tha Dogg Pound's definetly in here, yeah
I got my nigga Kurupt ready to wreck some shit
Yo, you know what else I got in the house?
Yo, so diggi-Daz step up on that ass
Yeah, guess what's in here?
My homegirl Rage, I said my homegirl Rage
Yeah, the lyrical motherfucking murderer's in here
Yo my nigga Glove behind the boards
Yo dropping that funky-ass bassline, yeah
You know, you know there's alot of punk-ass niggas out there
A lot of punk-ass bitches out there
Yo you wanna write names?
Yo that nigga Eazy-E, he's a punk-ass bitch, really though
Yo that nigga Tim M-U-T, he's a punk-ass biatch, biatch
You know what I'm saying
Oh, oh, oh Luke, I didn't forget about you, biatch
Really though
Yo, Death Row's in the motherfucking house
Running the 9-3, you know, yeah
But right about now
There's a little freestyle session going on, in the studio
We just kicking back getting fucked up and all
You know, puffing on a few blunts
Drinking on a little bit of that Tanqueray, Tanqueray
Yeah Tanqueray's definetly in the house
You know what I'm saying
Cause I'm feeling it baby
I'm feeling it, really though
So-a, right about now, aiyyo Rage
Yo Rage, yo run that shit G

[Verse 1: Lady of Rage]
Always and forever, forever and always
The rhythm will flow from now and through all days
As long as the sun shines
As long as Eisenhower's on the dime
Yo, I'll be kicking the rhyme
One time for your mind, your soul, your body
The OG's on the side of me
Smooth as E & J, hard as Bacardi
Smacking those yaddy-yacks ducks that keep quacking
Hens that are cackling, end up crackling
Under the heat, the pressure from the one that's deffer
Egyptian ruler, call me Cleo or Nefertiti, yes indeedy
Got the eyes that are beady, body from Tahiti
Voice of the wind lyrics, blow
Chills up your spine I send, so
All thoughts in your mind drop 'em yo
You came in the front but you'll be kicked through the back door
If you try to step, try to come incorrect
Try to play the left, try to start a mess
Try to cause a fuss, try to raise a ruckus
Huh, you'll end up ashes to ashes, dust to dust
A busta, you musta been buggin on drugs
And alcohol back off, all a y'all, up against the wall
Spread em, Doggs - go get em
Hand-cuff em and stuff em, cold shut em, don't let em
Utter a word, not to mother or Herb
If you try you die, visions blurred, speech slurred
Served with a cherry on top
Rage in effect I just begun to rock
Yeah rock on witcha bad self (Rage)
Rock on witcha bad self (Rage)
Rock on witcha bad self (Rage)
Rock on witcha bad self

[Verse 2: Dat Nigga Daz]
Yo, I'm Dat Nigga Daz who packs a tre-8 slug
A true nigga from the hood and the Pound gives love
You see niggas wanna be down but never came around
So back up off my nuts and stop sweating the Pound
You see, niggas get broke off like 1, 2, 3
Cause I'm the D-A to the, D-A- to the Z
Now G'z pay attention to this young ass mack daddy
In a Caddy, had he
Not known about the city where the niggas hang around
So I roll em up, and hit em up with the motherfucking Dogg Pound

[Verse 3: Kurupt]
I'm rough and rugged, and up to do dirt
I'm from the Dogg Pound nigga so I'm putting in work
I'm no joke, who the fuck you trying to provoke
(1-8-7) It's cold how his ass got smoked
I don't drink no fucking V-S-O-P
I drink a motherfucking O.G. Olde E
I'm from the clique that be kicking the gangsta shit bitch
Real niggas real G'z with real big dicks
I hit em up with the Pound, so what you wanna throw up
Claiming you're cocaine or cavi when you blow up
Know what, the Pound's in the motherfucking house
Back again we try to get high as we can
Dr. Dre, be kicking fat rhymes and produce, and kick shit
I gets more wicked than Beetlejuice
Motherfuckers get battered, so scatter before I keep you
Hostage, a nigga hostile like the grim reaper
So, I'm coming from my hood, what hood
You really like to know, wouldn't you, I thought you knew
Motherfucker don't you know I'm stranded on the Row
I take a look into the crowd kick a style a flow
I'm mashing, motherfuckers get murdered for asking
Relax kid, you're rollin with a fucking assassin
I last did dirt the other day
Portray, the role of a G, from the D-O double G
P-O-U-N-D, Pound so bow wow motherfuckin marks
The execution starts, when the Chronic is sparked
I'm like Barkley, rough and rugged, cause I'm like baldhead(??)
Wrecks I flex murderous rhymes to leave you all dead
What's said is what's said, it's already spoke
The dead is the dead I Ain't No fuckin Joke
I murder motherfuckers as a hobby
One of my idols Ain't No Joke, so why in the fuck should I be
Fly me, to the Bahamas, ruff rhymer, drama's
What you're kicking, wicked is how I'm-a
Approach you, the locster, who's quick to up and smoke you
You're lookin like a smoker, grinning like the joker
I yoke you from da back like a bitch talking shit
Cause a bitch ain't shit but a ho and trick, on my dick
Flip, lets take a trip to the Dogg Pound
Fools tried to punk me when I was young, but I'm a hog now
And I gets respect and I step with a Tec 9
Ready to put somethin up in that ass so you respect mine
Fool, Death Row ain't Lynchin and the Pound ain't Mobbin
We all don't give a fuck, run in your crib and start robbing
Throbbing, I'll break a nigga down in the 90's
Maxing at the Pound wit my doggs is where you'll find me, beeotch

[Outro: Dr. Dre]
Heell yeaah
You niggas can't fade this shit, you know what I'm saying
Death Row's in the motherfuckin house
The Dogg Pound's definetly in here, you knowhatI'msayin
And ay yo yo yo yo yo, you niggas can't fUCK with this
So don't even try it
Stay in the studio all you want, stay in the studio all you want
Cause you can't fuck with this, see ya

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