Текст, перевод и аккорды “Fresh”
- Daz: Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oooohh... Kurupt: Gd up, were back, thats what I keep hearing We aint never went nowhere fool (what? ) Better ask your folks about the d-o-double gs How long could the war last on a warpath? Were still heat nigga, still signing autographs Still hitting the stash, and pulling pistols out to dash The poetical poltergeist, verbal jerry weiss Fuck the ice, give me a mic and lets see whos the nicest I fuck around and call it crisis With preciseness, and precisely this See we make the shit that precisely hits. So how soon could you pump up the volume Hand you your ends and pump up my album Get yours, I call the fucking holocaust Im out to get mine, get yours, snatching anything yours Cocking back your name, blasting anything Yo, tha dogg pound gang, where all the gs hang Its impossible not for that ass to end up in a hospital G-r, gang related, and we are We are (fresh) (repeat) I spit poison, poisonous darts I aim, bomb and charge One rhyme will hold your pose and stop your heart Stop to talk, start to walk, and never walk again Legs broken, just played loc, zoning broke and crushed Touched, bust open, get hit like the four winds Up against four assassins, the four horsemen of rapping I gotta pinch my self to make sure I aint dreaming cause I just saw the homie bring an m-16 in (booya!) I fade in to see how baby sparks No ifs, ands or maybes, baby barks Turn on the daylight, pitch black thoughts I pitch back sparks when the get back starts This is it, were bout to show you how to do shit Dpg completely, running through shit We are (fresh) (repeat) Break it down Daz (kurupt): Party people clap your hands, keep rocking Sho shocking and rocking, dj c-walking (kick that shit) Party people clap your hands now (sing that shit) Party people clap your hands (yeah) Party people clap your hands, keep rocking (huh) Sho shocking and rocking, dj c-walking (bitch) Party people clap your hands now (sing that shit) Party people clap your hands (put your hands in the air, niggaz, come on, Come on, sing it) Its just a gangsta party Kurupt: Supa dupa, said you was seductive, psycho psychotic, psycho somatic Psychos with automatics, the aftermath with the poetical psychopath And I might go slow, and I might go fast, and I might go burst Then I might go last, thinking I might not bust And I just might just blast Or I might just whoop the skin of your ass, if you cross or pass You know Im the rawest mc with it Fuck jiggy nigga, Im dp with it Ive been the bombstrike, like the motherfucking pentagon Napalm verses disperses to all the mental gone Mack 10-ing dunn, separate and lick a mind Tear them in the zone in his leg, aint bust his head Keep busting till hes dead D-a-z with the bombest in the country, taking lead on the street What you got, flame or some heat? Do you incinerate, or make it hot, he got (? ? ? ) Powerful, strong or weak? All I know is I drop shit that cracks the concrete, and... (fresh) we are (repeat) Dogg pound, d-a-z, snoop dogg, kurupt, nate dogg Snoop dogg, dogg pound, d-a-z, kurupt, nate dogg Soopafly, tray deee, big c style The homies, anybody, we are o.g.s, baby gs D-a-z, he made the beat, cause we are... Dogg pound, dp, death row, yeah, you know it, yeah You know it, cause we are icons
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