1 N 1 Out

Lyrics

Kidnappings, jackings & robberies on a mission widdit
 Hot pots, spots & rocks fresh out the kitchen widdit
 Homicide shootings, Colombian neckties
 Face to face dumping, random drivebys
 This is what we made of
 Life at the bottom
 To the top of society
 Selection variety
 Ability to reshape mountains to statutes
 To represent our lives of pain and affliction
 Remember for all times like Greeks, Egyptians
 Newports. nas. Indo. Hen.
 Focus for the future
 Fuck the gimmicks
 Dogg Pound is forever like Mt. Olympus Temple
 Teflon will fly from here to Memphis
 Chattanooga to Boston to the sea sun campus
 Camp out in your city in a G'd up [?]
 Nigga, Gotti Maguire. Kurupt Esquire. DPG Empire.
 Pirates and vampires
 Poetry is a form of positive creation
 Poetry's a form of asthmatic assassination
 Words can pierce niggas [?]
 (Hook)
 1 n 1 out
 Two hammers to tell niggas what we about
 I aint got time for none of these muthafuckas
 I got kids nigga please muthafucka
 What you know about this muthafuckn G shit?
 If you know about it, then you know about this
 Fuck with us, you get chips
 Dogg Pound Gangsta we ready indeed
 We gotta everything you want & need
 Fuck widdit bitch!
 (Daz)
 Im from the Imperial family
 Torture and collapse
 AK shell trigga pullin & cappin
 Kidnappin
 Fuck a ransom, it's war time
 Perhaps when you know it's mine
 Im takin no prisoners
 The Art of War distraught minds
 My secret is strategize
 I give a fuck who u come muthafucka, I analyze
 Dont explain nothin
 Nothin to talk about
 Buckle up nigga, that's when Diggy Daz will knock you out
 Small niggas, Big niggas fall when you hit they jaw
 R-A-W, nigga Daz is raw
 Cant say no, the heat is on & the G is on
 The top of his pedalstool
 That's when the G is born
 With a strap in my left with a blunt in my mouth
 Got the Gs in my right hand
 The boy got clout
 I aint learn this from the Boy Scouts, I learned it in the streets
 Dope dealers, Pimps, Gangstas, and DPG!
 (Hook)
 (Kurupt)
 Nigga it aint hard
 Come after you & capture you
 Fire shit up like Battle Star Galatica
 Had problems with everybody, I was a headache
 Snoop gave me non playa hatin koolaid to drink
 Now Im cool with everybody, got my shit together
 Im out to get it & get it any way however
 Im shooting torpedos the size of buildings
 Im the Juggernaut muthafucka, look at the ceiling
 (Daz)
 We in black leather, black steel, black niggas to kill
 For less than a hundred dollar bill, thats real
 To steal the conceal
 See the police is the crooked one
 From the Sergeant to the Captain
 On down to the rookie one
 Streets the same from the drugs and gangs
 It's been here for years
 See the shit wont change
 I dont blame anybody for my problems
 Them AK, Tecs & automatic revolvers, you know that Gat go holla holla
 (Hook)
 (Daz talking)
 All yall muthafuckas out there besta recognize
 Analyze
 Before you come memorialized
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:34
Key
8
Tempo
160 BPM

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