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  • 作词 : Dillinger
    (Daz talking)
    I want them 20 dollar pores bwoy,
    Get your sharp sticks!
    We're going to la la land
    (hahaha)we're going to the moon
    We're going to serve these ************s tonight
    Boy you got your ****?
    ***** Ass *****!
    You want static!?
    Yo! Go get the homeboys!
    We got a meeting at the park, don't be late!
    They say the streets ain't safe no more
    For us youngsters,
    Take the chance to achieve and live the life of a busta
    Gather up all the matter, yeah, we multiply
    Many hood stories told, we analyze
    See we bang for this colour and only this colour
    Kill any colour, that ain't our colour
    Get it in your head what's done what's done said
    Embalmed on the wall for all my homies that's dead
    I can't forget you homie
    Drinkin and smoking because I'm lonely
    Blastin all these ************s cause they phony
    My heart flooded with anger
    Deep inside, but who cares
    Life is dead, we banging like soldiers
    So beware if you scared
    Then we torture the ????
    For what the **** you done done
    Jump across these ****** so now the war is on
    We rob, strapped busting until they all drop
    ****, we actually blowing your ***** ass off the block
    So keep your glock clocked sucker!
    For when I come through
    Dump around something now your homies is nothing
    20 seconds til death,
    ****, alcohol on my breath
    You looking for your ****ing homies
    Ain't none left!
    Hangin out with my ******, real street ******
    They hearts is cold hear, bust them triggers
    Taping flicks, pictures, modifying the street life
    Drinking liquer, shermed out, high as a kite
    Intoxication, ain't feeling that you can feel
    When the cops drive by suddenly
    And they was out to kill
    (Daz talking)
    Yeah, tell your homeboy that!
    Dead on sight!
    Everytime we see y'all ***** ass
    Now I'm shot!
    Barely made it!
    Killed four of my homies, it's gang-related
    Now what's next for us, we load up
    But keep adjust my set to murder, so what the ****!
    (Daz talking)
    Yeah, when I get wet, they're ain't nothing I won't do
    So intoxicate your mind to something new
    Always remeber
    Revenge, retaliation, murder, get back
    I'm in the world on my own
    I will roam I gotta stay strong
    My motto "You **** with us, you ****ing get domed"
    Two days later ****** come back and sprayed us
    Retaliation and get back this time just to face it
    We five cars deep, we jet out as we creep
    Blowing ****** ???? hollering East side! Long Beach!!
    My feud ain't with them other ******!
    It's with you
    Got a gauge to your head ***** what you goin do?
    Handle my business, for the cops come and get to snitching
    Reaching to our destination so we can kick it
    Nobody knows and we won't get caught
    Continue stacking paper, moving cavi on the block
    I thought you knew! But now you know!
    Don't ever ever come around no more!
    And why's that? And why not?
    Cause it's my money and I mash for my block!
    (yelling and swearing)
    The gang! Daz Dillenger!
    Taking all y'all ***** ass ****** the **** out!
    You better watch out!
    Cuz here we come, come,
    We goin getcha getcha
    We going getch getcha
    We going getch getcha
    We ain't finshed finished
    We goin getcha getcha
    We going getch getcha
    We going getch getcha
    Before the automatic hitsya hitsya
    We goin getcha getcha
    We going getch getcha
    We going getch getcha
  • 作词 : Dillinger
    (Daz talking)
    I want them 20 dollar pores bwoy,
    Get your sharp sticks!
    We're going to la la land
    (hahaha)we're going to the moon
    We're going to serve these ************s tonight
    Boy you got your ****?
    ***** Ass *****!
    You want static!?
    Yo! Go get the homeboys!
    We got a meeting at the park, don't be late!
    They say the streets ain't safe no more
    For us youngsters,
    Take the chance to achieve and live the life of a busta
    Gather up all the matter, yeah, we multiply
    Many hood stories told, we analyze
    See we bang for this colour and only this colour
    Kill any colour, that ain't our colour
    Get it in your head what's done what's done said
    Embalmed on the wall for all my homies that's dead
    I can't forget you homie
    Drinkin and smoking because I'm lonely
    Blastin all these ************s cause they phony
    My heart flooded with anger
    Deep inside, but who cares
    Life is dead, we banging like soldiers
    So beware if you scared
    Then we torture the ????
    For what the **** you done done
    Jump across these ****** so now the war is on
    We rob, strapped busting until they all drop
    ****, we actually blowing your ***** ass off the block
    So keep your glock clocked sucker!
    For when I come through
    Dump around something now your homies is nothing
    20 seconds til death,
    ****, alcohol on my breath
    You looking for your ****ing homies
    Ain't none left!
    Hangin out with my ******, real street ******
    They hearts is cold hear, bust them triggers
    Taping flicks, pictures, modifying the street life
    Drinking liquer, shermed out, high as a kite
    Intoxication, ain't feeling that you can feel
    When the cops drive by suddenly
    And they was out to kill
    (Daz talking)
    Yeah, tell your homeboy that!
    Dead on sight!
    Everytime we see y'all ***** ass
    Now I'm shot!
    Barely made it!
    Killed four of my homies, it's gang-related
    Now what's next for us, we load up
    But keep adjust my set to murder, so what the ****!
    (Daz talking)
    Yeah, when I get wet, they're ain't nothing I won't do
    So intoxicate your mind to something new
    Always remeber
    Revenge, retaliation, murder, get back
    I'm in the world on my own
    I will roam I gotta stay strong
    My motto "You **** with us, you ****ing get domed"
    Two days later ****** come back and sprayed us
    Retaliation and get back this time just to face it
    We five cars deep, we jet out as we creep
    Blowing ****** ???? hollering East side! Long Beach!!
    My feud ain't with them other ******!
    It's with you
    Got a gauge to your head ***** what you goin do?
    Handle my business, for the cops come and get to snitching
    Reaching to our destination so we can kick it
    Nobody knows and we won't get caught
    Continue stacking paper, moving cavi on the block
    I thought you knew! But now you know!
    Don't ever ever come around no more!
    And why's that? And why not?
    Cause it's my money and I mash for my block!
    (yelling and swearing)
    The gang! Daz Dillenger!
    Taking all y'all ***** ass ****** the **** out!
    You better watch out!
    Cuz here we come, come,
    We goin getcha getcha
    We going getch getcha
    We going getch getcha
    We ain't finshed finished
    We goin getcha getcha
    We going getch getcha
    We going getch getcha
    Before the automatic hitsya hitsya
    We goin getcha getcha
    We going getch getcha
    We going getch getcha