(Dresta)
Easily I approach
The microphone because I ain't no joke
n***a tell Kurupt, Nate and Daz i'mma buck 'em
Matter of fact tell that whole pound I say f** 'em
It's a new year so put the bustas in their plizace
BG Knocc and gangsta Dresta bring it to your fizace
Riders on a mission
I catch you slippin, you getting struck clown
So f** any busta thats down with the mutt pound
(BG Knocc Out)
It's the compton city G n***a
Bow to your knees n***a
Run up in your hood
co*k back my strap and pull the treez n***a
And if you slippin, you know i'm gonna wet cha
I'm the baby boss hogg, better known as the dogg catcher
Bow wow yipee yay, didn't you hear me say
I'm a dogg k**a, cos all doggs have they day
Now who wanna fool me, if your not prepared to fight
Little Knocc Out can't be phased, baby gangsta for life
(Chorus x2)
Dat n***a Daz (k**a)
Kurupt (k**a)
Dr Dre (k**a)
Mark a** n***as
Snoop Dogg (k**a)
Nate Dogg (k**a)
Tha Dogg Pound (k**a)
f**, f** all y'all, n***as
(Dresta)
I bring the noise everytime a n***a wind me up
I pull my nine and blow a mind, everytime I bust
I trust no man and thats from now until infinity
n***a you either my homie or just consider yourself my enemy
n***as out here fake dog, like Nate Dogg
I swear you made it, but talkin that sh** to Dre
Will get you and your DJ regulated
b**hes come a diamond sack, so lets get it straight
A fake is what I hate, so f** Kurupt, Daz and Nate
(BG Knocc Out)
Motherf**ing fake
n***as be thinking that they can get with the real deal
What I would do, If I was you is take a chill pill
Yet and still tricks, I gave your click a bust
But when i see that busta Daz
I gotta fade his a**
Smash, down another puppy pound clown
With the round from my smith
And watch his body shift
Drift his soul in the wind as they carry you
And big K-O can dig your hole before they bury you
(Bridge x2)
Pranksters, studio gangstas, bustas
Softer than a b**h but betrayed the role of gangsta
Pranksters, studio gangstas, bustas
Stupid motherf**er, yeah thats what i'm saying
(BG Knocc Out)
So now you n***as know, who in the f** you f**ing with
B-G and D-R-E n***a, the baby gangsta click
As we drop some gangsta sh**
From a real G's perspective
n***as get all like pumped
While I stay calm and collective
I check those s**as
They callin self and causing ruckus
94 set claimin, Snoop, D-O bangin bustas
(Dresta)
Much love, to the BG, CPT
Much love, to the DRE, OBG
Much love, to the Eazy-E, CPT
And DPG don't wanna see us, see see
You fools ain't nothing but marks, so f** your set
Now whats next
I doubt if you wanna flex, no respect
Run up and get wrecked
You tried to diss the BG, although we let that sh** pa**
Daz you f** around and find your ugly a**
Smashed in a trash bag, fool
You wanna be caught up be laying down
If you keep f**in around with the Comp-town
(Chorus x2)