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DJ Clue
DJ Clue
Künstler:in
Memphis Bleek
Memphis Bleek
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ricardo Thomas
Ricardo Thomas
Komponist:in
Dwight Equan Grant
Dwight Equan Grant
Texte
Malik Cox
Malik Cox
Texte
Sean C. Carter
Sean C. Carter
Texte
Stephen Garrett
Stephen Garrett
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Rick Rock
Rick Rock
Produzent:in
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
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[Verse 1]
Talk to 'em
Talk to 'em
Come on
[Verse 2]
Psycho, like no bitch ass ****, so
When you see the D-O-double-G sneak, creep low
In the memory of the Notorious B.I.G., Tupac Shakur
Riding, **** riding
Psycho, like no bitch ass ****, so
When you see the R-O to the C sneak, creep low
Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler
R-O-C, DPG, motherfuckers
[Verse 3]
Hold up, love
You know Jigga man resume, blow up drugs
Blast round, full pound, no mask or glove
Face down on the gravel, have gun, will travel
Out the blue steel barrel, get your crew killed
Perro-ass **** can't touch I, motherfucker, what's my
Name? Young Hov, gun blow like AC
R-O-C with the (DPG, ****)
[Verse 4]
Hold up, wait a minute and
All my thugs get gangster with it
(Get what?)
Gotti, Jigga, and Daz Dillinger killin' ya with the pound
With Roc La Familia (Y'all **** ain't feelin' us)
[Verse 5]
Deep in and out, out gold Daytonas
D cut through with two-way Motorolas
****, the dynasty and the Pentagon, motherfucker
Hollow tip, stainless, Teflon, motherfucker
Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, **** chest rocker
With the chrome chopper, Glock'll pop a **** so quick
Saddam, Niastra, y'all done stepped in the mud
And about to feel everything from the flat foot
Calicos collective, have you ever seen a
Four so clean, like brand new nina?
My **** Daz (Sigel, Sigel)
Jigga, Memph, in bad ass Impalas
Butt naked bitches and popped collars
The popular scholar, this is the beginning
With the hollow tips soarin', chrome wheels spinnin'
Never have you ever seen a G like me
Rollin' with the Roc, straight DPG (****)
[Verse 6]
Don't change the game for these hoes
(Plays the game like we supposed)
My ****, Daz, in the house
DPGC for L-I-F-E, Roc D-O-double-G (Come on)
[Verse 7]
Don't change the game for these hoes
(Plays the game like we supposed)
Young Gotti in the house
Two-shotty, quick to catch a body
So put a dick in ya mouth, ya bitch
[Verse 8]
Don't change the game for these hoes
(Plays the game like we supposed)
Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler
R-O-C, DPG, motherfuckers
[Verse 9]
Yo, B.I.G. still talkin' through the voice of I
For 2Pac, they yellin', ra-da-da-da, da-da
Not a Blood or a Crip, but I put drugs on the strip
Put dubs on the whip, got bigger guns than the fuzz on my hip
Cock back, let it rip, won't stop that till the whole clip's gone
(Click) Click, okay, let's not forget
'Cause you got a vest on, all I'm aimin' is Teflon
I'm psycho, like no other motherfucker
And this rifle, right for your head, motherfuckers
Young Hova in the house
Everybody get down, Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound
****, tell me how that sound
[Verse 10]
Cha-pow, layin' all you wack **** down
Blowed out, chromed out, swervin' through your town
What up? Jigga man, my **** Kurupt
Laid back, actin' like a nut waitin' to 'rupt
No remorse as we bust, let you feel the dust
Dogg Pound, Roc-A-Fella straight fuckin' it up
Let it be known, Daz Dillinger rough to the bone
All alone, roam your neighborhood high, you're blown
High sign and provide, y'all comin' after me
In actuality, they faked the technicality
Dogg Pound, Roc-A-Fella, that's my family
On site, **** died for they salary
We the gang, and we walk like we talk
And we stalk, and we do what we do after dark
Get one shot, Dillinger, Roc La Familia
Now y'all feelin' us, now y'all feelin' us
[Verse 11]
Don't change the game for these hoes
(Change the game and we suppose)
Sigel, Sigel in the house
Uh, sick bastard
Even more sicker, ya brain get more twisted
[Verse 12]
Sigel, two Desert Eagles hit you **** up quick
Got 'em diggin' ditches up quick
Got you **** spittin' up 'cause I'm sick
Gettin' up slow from hits from the fifth
Let a row go quick from the clip
Shit, sit a **** down quick when I'm pitchin' a fit
You see light then you takin' a trip
Five hours, spill a clip and make the hammer dance
I'll holla while you holla in the ambulance
Stop, it's the Roc, ****, R-O-C
With the D-O-G on your block
Fuck the C-O-P's, let me see those trees
No stems, no sticks, no seeds, just breathe
[Verse 13]
Relax, bitch, don't act, bitch, we don't stop
It's the R-O-C, yeah, who forgot?
You never thought Bleek walk on a trap before?
Hit a switch in a black '64 before?
Down on Sunset, I run sets, I does that
**** look at me and be like, damn, I was that
I'm the understanding with my peeps, fuck foes
Got a house in the back with a Benz and dough
Get your mind right, ****, 'fore you mention me
Your clique ain't too thorough to mention we
Don't matter who we collab with, ****, it's a classic
Dogg Pound linked with the Roc could cause traffic
Who wan' rum, get it crunk with me?
I'm Bleek, you got a gun you wanna dump with me?
You catch Bleek in BK, or down in LA
With my W and E up, ****, who wan' play?
[Verse 14]
Psycho, like no bitch ass ****, so
When you see the R-O-double-C sneak, creep low
I will not lose
Written by: Dwight Grant, Ricardo Thomas, Shawn Carter, Stephen Garrett

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