Daz Dillinger - They Know lyrics

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Daz Dillinger - They Know lyrics

[Verse 1] From the depths of the underground keepin' it movin' JT from the city I got hustle and I can prove it Been gettin' dough, been runnin' through the score Been hangin' by the store with flow we get low In this big record Super Bowl, hits and crashes Uh, or March Madness hittin' ya campus Can ya feel his, incorporated for realness Comin' from a young tycoon laced with ill spits Dipped in acid, paper or plastic We still independent ain't no need in askin' Uh, I'm in the club 430 on dubs Got the hottest record out and they showin' me love Bigger rally, no Russell Simmons just k**er Cali Sewed up spots and merky and did em' badly It's real though bet ya don't know about Fillmoe Raised in the street with beat stompin' these steel toes [Hook] Still get money - they know We the next click to blow - they know I represent the West Coast - they know Holler my name we sowin' up the whole damn thing Still get money - they know We the next click to blow - they know I represent the West Coast - they know Got game for sure make the whole world get low [Verse 2] I'm at the car wash late night washin' my Vogues Got the Sony Playstation while they blowin' them O's I'm explosive, sun go down sh** ferocious The strip off the hook with whips, Lacs and toasters We on the airways with underground DJs Hit me on my two-way for wax copies and mix tapes I'm at the L shop, the baby booze they be choosin' Slidin' numbers to this young boss I keep it movin' Chasin' guns in the two G one Makin' runs throught the slums and mackin' the ones In tall buildings rap game is millions We gon' be the first to take rap to billions [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm heavy to the game and my arsenal thick And I advise you to split my I speak to the clip You can't hold us, Bay town bosses nothin' but soldiers Ridin' for these West Coast streets runnin' from rollers Improvise in a slick disguise In a beamer X5 on the pa**enger side She ridin' seat low, keepin' me strapped down with c-notes Repuable cash flow bank cards where we go In the city with pennies like Frank Henny Catch me at the money mark shoppin' with Vinny Check my background my roots run deep we got game Holler my name, we sowin' up the whole damn thing [Hook]

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