That's It

[Intro] Man it feels so good to be home that’s right my niggas The Los Angeles Lakers Kurupt, Young Gotti, Dogg Pound, 213, G4 We ain’t went no where baby It’s back y’all What y’all thought all we had was jeans and T-shirts Nah it ain't like that homie Yeah it’s going down Yeah 2005, DPG Back in the house y’all So Kurupt, Young Gotti drop it for your homeboy Warren G [Verse 1] DPG, Gotti the awesomeness Kurupt neva gave a fuck about a dumb bitch We silencing all the talk Watch your cheap walks, semis and automatics Is automatically ready for trippin and extending clipping, dippin, chippin Listen words are piercers like arrows and needles Those are cancerous, horrific and dangerous Contagious like the mumps, chickenpox and measles Deadly like small pox, I’m sick of the chatter Caz everything you mumbling it really doe matter Next time you step into the zone a the mic Yeah in open water water or with a young great white Prepare to set sail, jaws the killer whale Got nigga pointing at you for your bling and spree wails How’d the monster get re-released, nah nigga it can’t be I’m a fellow with bitches like Carmelo Anthony I play the game like the violins and cellos Terrorists, me and Warren G we keep it G as can be I’m just doing what I do caz that’s all I know D.O. double G P.O. fire fly, you and D It’s just you and me and God Imma ride, push all the busters aside Me and Baby Humpty we got a story to tell Runnin with the Nino Ross and next to Shells Nigga [Chorus] Amma do what I do that’s it Imma buy a new 64 chevy, throw the gainers at the bottom Not trip of your street talk Kick back with my riders DPG, C-Walk It’s a lovely day, that’s it Imma say what I say that’s it Nigga Y.A. that’s it Now we back in the studio nigga [Verse 2] Riders, goin ride Busters goin stay busters We goin have to show these mothafuckas how you flip the hussle You can either stay where you at or jump on the train My nigga Daf king of the independent game nigga Ever since we got back up on the swing of things Everything is beautiful, we don’t really need a thing All you gotta do is do what you gotta to do, don’t matter if they mad at you Heat it or they hot at you [Chorus] [Verse 3] If you got a question for me When I answer you can listen or ignore me I don’t give a fuck homie Just me, big Nate and Snoop and that’s it Sensational tactics, graphic, master formulas to making these classic jurassic hits I’m on the timetable caz I time the strike Anytime during the day or night prepare flight We seagulls but then we transform to hawks So just wait before you get taken away in the dark When darkness falls that’s when the eye of the tiger gets pits to come in and start firing iron, I wrote the math Simple as all mathematics, I’m a mathematician, poetical sociopath Yearned and half spasmatic me and the homies blast addicts Niggas like targets aim and blast at it Me, D.A.Z , superfly and Big Pop AKA little Kurupt, bout to fuck these niggas up Baby Kurupt AKA young Roscoe Nigga With the nigga tech chopper and the roscoe nigga Just listen let me show you how it’s done We on tour this is how the West was won Got thoughts that’s aimed at the heart and lungs We for sure we never separate again we gonna keep on pushin on Am try’na tell you nigga [Chorus]