Print

City of Angels, Dogg Pound Yeah, whoo Yeah, haha In the city, city of Compton Where there's bomb weed 'Cause the city of California's with me We in the city Where the big lights get dimmy got pounds of E-Double My dog just riding with me Got plenty just in case it ain't enough, you want more? This is what we got in store, wipe you on the floor It's D-P-G with E-R-I-C-K See I don't know nigga, but we do's it this way I'm head banging conscience in the city full of danger I ain't new to this shit You know we looking for you strangers Better watch out Beware of them dogs, we bite viciously, intensely You know we all through the city When you mention we D-P-G-C, niggas that's our lifestyle I'm not late a nigga, but yes right now Better bow down the rest ain't coming When you see that nigga Daz, you know that I'll be gunning And I'm all through the city getting grimy and gritty Letras de cancionesEverywhere you know you know that thing coming with me like (In the city) Rolling down Crenshaw Put it in my pockets on swoll (In the city) Banging that Nipsey And you know the marathon continues (In the city) Rolling on ziggies And the cadillacs getting so low (In the city) Spark me up one The city of California's in here Pandora's box, in a melting pot Running from the cops, throwing up the block Raised in the hood, chicken flipping, dipping This is just the city of guns I gotta have it automatic cop out, gotta have it Lions chasing gazelles, the fox chasing the rabbit Push come to shove, I'ma ride and push the line Find a way to get this cheese Divine intervention, smoke a kush Let me intervene, rewind the times from 1983 I heard all about it, 1993 Couldn't live without it, chucks, khakis and teas, all white Nigga don't act like it's alright, it's all bad Sock a nigga, don't stab Stab means a mouth While all y'all just don't know about that South Central lingo (In the city) Rolling down Crenshaw Put it in my pockets on swoll (In the city) Banging that Nipsey And you know the marathon continues (In the city) Rolling on ziggies And the cadillacs getting so low (Getting so low) (In the city) Spark me up one The city of California's in here Sunshiny days, palm trees, the best weed Where they say it never rains (In the city) You fleas get DP'd on Harley's, you black knights And we all rare bread, ride out (In the city) And to the homies, rest in peace Nate dog, Crazy Toones, Pac, Nip, Eazy-E (In the city) From Letras Mania