L.T. Hutton - Push Bacc lyrics

[Kurupt] Give me a - piece of mind, a nickel, a nine Somethin' to chip a n***a from ankle to spine We mobbin' n***as, if they try to bring up the past Unless they talkin' 'bout '95 Kurupt and Daz Unless they talk about '92, 3, or 4 We shatterin' motherf**ers like car windows Did you know we was back?... back in the 'Llac Tossin' sacks back and forth like a quarterback jackin' b**hes eat dicks like pickles If I'ma go out, I'm goin' out like Brian Nickels I'm sick of the games, n***a I'm sick and deranged Poppin' that bullsh** will get you hit with them thangs I'm sick with them thangs, I ain't got no patience left Without a pistol, light n***as like crystal meth You thought n***as was a joke 'cause of the liqour and smoke? Quicker to knock n***as, sicker than leukemia, loc [Chorus: Kurupt] Push back, ride to the fullest Dogg Pound tossin' bullets, ride to the fullest Kurupt and Dat n***a D-A to the motherf**in' Z D.P. motherf**in' G.C I'm just too much, Snoop too much, Soopafly too much Grip the heater, dump, bust Bigg Nate too much, what you talkin' 'bout? Nothin' but them riders with automatics, we shut 'em down Dogg Pound [Daz Dillinger] Who want it like never before? You know the bullsh** stop when we walk through the door Malicious and viscous, I'm dishin' out the slugs that be spittin' You know me and my n***a Young Gotti, yeah we back on a mission We ridin' with somethin' fully automatic, lettin' them n***as have it Boom-boom motherf**er, you ain't the f**in' baddest Nobody, Daz Dillinger, my n***a Young Gotti 12-gauge shotty shootin' up the party Dilly illy, beat a n***a with a billy club Yeah I'm gangsta n***a, I represent for the thugs Cause I get sick when I lose it, check out the way I abuse it Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz, yeah that gangsta music Cruisin' in the fastlane, stupid, dumb, and insane Yeah them D.P.G. n***as, we back with the gang Yeah, Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz is back Motherf**er, so lay down flat (blaow!) It's like that, sicker where I come from Dogg Pound Gangstas n***a, you don't want none [Chorus: Kurupt] Push back, ride to the fullest Dogg Pound tossin' bullets, ride to the fullest Kurupt and Dat n***a D-A to the motherf**in' Z D.P. motherf**in' G.C I'm just too much, Snoop too much, Soopafly too much Grip the heater, dump, bust Bigg Nate too much, what you talkin' 'bout? Nothin' but them riders with automatics, we shut 'em down Dogg Pound [Daz Dillinger] Yeah!, you know the Dogg Pound is back up in this motherf**er Doin' what the f** we know what we supposed to n***a Blaze up the motherf**in' weed! I inhale the smoke, blow it out, n***a keep puffin' Enough ain't enough, n***a so keep on bustin' [Kurupt] What the f**'s wrong with you n***as, bustas That's why we don't get along with you n***as, motherf**er [Daz Dillinger] I park the 'Llac by the curb, my D's shinin' Re-designin' my format, you already know that [Kurupt] Blast back, blaze a sack, tell me what you lookin' at L.T. dropped the beat, me and D-A-Z complete [Daz Dillinger] We serious and furious when we on the trigger Them Dogg Pound n***as they carry nine millimeters [Kurupt] What the f** you thought it was, we in to carmelitas We never leave the house without indica and heaters [Daz Dillinger] Cause we can't hold back, n***as just know that [Kurupt] Low like low jack, and Dogg Pound throwbacks [Daz Dillinger] (Ride) - to the motherf**in' fullest [Kurupt] Dogg Pound Gangstas ridin' and tossin' bullets [Chorus: Kurupt] Push back, ride to the fullest Dogg Pound tossin' bullets, ride to the fullest Kurupt and Dat n***a D-A to the motherf**in' Z D.P. motherf**in' G.C I'm just too much, Snoop too much, Soopafly too much Grip the heater, dump, bust Bigg Nate too much, what you talkin' 'bout? Nothin' but them riders with automatics, we shut 'em down Dogg Pound