Brownsville Ii Long Beach Lyrics

Brownsville Ii Long Beach lyrics

featuring Tha Dogg Pound

[Rock]
Just understand the whole shit son
y'know y'know
It's too much doodoo over here there's doodoo over
there
KnowhatI'msayin? Get with the real from here
and the real from
there
And make it Mo' Better like Blues everywhere
YaknowhatI'msayin?
Dynamic Duo times two bro

[Ruck]
Fucking global fucking domination in
this rap shit

[Rock]
Word is Bon Jovi..

Yo, whattup, yo.. you
know how me and Ruck go
Worldwide Boot Camp with smoke by the
truckload
Or the West Coast, where they show me tons of love
Doc and Tray
Deee crackin jokes bout guns n drugs
Buggin on this wack rap shit from coast
to coast
Why not the real from both sides lick and go for broke?
No ass
Joke, like Buck or Rakim, long arms like Down Syms
Snatch up your hoe, fuck
her or pass it, it don't mean na-thing

[Ruck]
What's the deal Pah? I
hope shit is peace and love
But if it ain't fuck it I'm forced to release
these slugs
Peep these thugs, Sean Price, MC Most Miraculous
When pumped
up, I'm forced to jump up punk and smack the shit
Act like it can't happen
when would I ever let you slide
Two fly niggaz becomin victims of
whorides
You try to avoid my clutches that's when you die
News fly fast
as fuck on how Ruckus done bruised guys
Cornball niggaz screamin, "Ruck you
on some other shit"
Mad cause I make music no longer for the love of
it
What is this? Y'all niggaz is soft like some velvet
You get dealt
with, a single shot to your pelvis

[Rock]
Now throw your hands in the
air if you feel this here
Shit'll bump everywhere because it's real this
year
From the city of Long Beach to my home Brownsville
Cause real
recognize real everytime for real

[Daz]
Who mashes with the craziest
niggaz in town?
Kill em willingly who got the right to make a sound?
My
style break blocks corners avenues and drives
It's about time to mash in,
it's a ride
Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I pack the
steel
Steadily givin these niggaz don't pass these zones limits
I live
the unusual cruicial life, so pay attention
as I come through, for you and
your crew
It's just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use
I bruise
you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless
to step to this, we in
effect we dangerous
Contain the mental murderous and ain't afraid to
diss

We can't quit we can't stop we got to do this shit (do this
shit)
Cause Heltah Skeltah and this Pound bout to run this shit (run this
shit)
If you don't know you gotta know you never trust a bitch (never trust
a bitch)
Game Trump tight, we try to run this shit (run this
shit)

[Kurupt]
Life without money, that's like breathing with no
air
Prepare, there's no love in warfare
Engage, I meet the front page,
like Nicholas Cage
and get served, front and center stage
I'm breakin
through, throw up your Teflon barriers
And get penetrated, telekinetic
superior
Hostile, verbal apostle in 3-D
Hittin every galaxy, throwin up
D.P.

[Rock]
We in the house, even when we outdoors
we in the house
with dick in your bitch mouth
From here to down South to the Westside, my
vocals Test Drive
you crazy, the shit I spit'll make a nigga praise me
So
say OH, you love the real shit frequently
OH for Dogg P-O-U-N-D and
B-C-C
Me, Bummy J and the D-A-Z Dillinger and Ruckus
and Kurupt what? We
equal fo' bad motherfuckers
You want lumps? We got some, worse than that we
got guns
from hot ones, to legal shotguns, hold up I'm not done
Oowops
son, and mad Glock 9's, the red dot kind
to make a snake hit the bricks like
stopsigns, you feel me?

[Ruck]
At the same time, you can catch me on
corners yeah smokin trees
hopin these, niggaz don't battle the Ruckus
vocally
Potentcy, that's what I'm kickin while all you jokers be
on some
bullshit, niggaz you movin at a slower speed
You know it's the, Show
After-Party Hotel like Jodeci
Make me blow the back out these bitches bangin
they ovaries
I know you be, on my dick Pah but yo I totally
Smack the shit
out of any nigga I think that's clonin me

[Daz]
Now who, wants to be a
real dope MC
Like Heltah Skeltah and the D-P-G
Swervin all through your
fuckin town
And layin punk motherfuckers down, hah!

[Kurupt]
Man,
these niggaz servin me? I thinks not
That's facin a blizzard in a fuckin
tanktop
I took tricks to New Jerz to Cape Cod
You could be adventureous
up against tremendous odds
And face a poltergeist, I bring it to you
nice
And have the whole scenery surrounded like the vice
Who could it be
comin through in all blue?
Dogg Pound Gangstaz, number one, number
two
Never evade the principle, the top principal
Up against the top
invincible, rhyme assassin
I lay the cards on the table, take a pick
The
wrong choice'll get your whole chest cavity split
That's when all the
bullshit ceases, this whole frame
and format crumble right before his eyes
into pieces
Fake ass assassin with no heart and no mind
No money, no
hoes, no flows, and no rhymes
Waitin for poetical Satan, creatin
slaughters
Runnin through camps like Walter Payton
I'm all about money
makin, and not makin mistakes
You're only worth what you create in the
garden of snakes
Motherfucker

[Daz]
Yeah, and that's how we do
it
Heltah Skeltah and Tha Dogg Pound
Runnin this motherfucker
Yeah!