Tha Dogg Pound - Here We Are/Go k**em lyrics

(Daz)(Kurupt) Psss.. yeah.. It's about time y'all b**h a** n***az (f**k this.. sh**) Y'knahmsayin? Tired of ya b**h a** n***az everywhere (Yeah n***a, Daz and Kurupt) 1-8-7 k**in, everyday all day I'm comin out! (Daz) n***a cause you better come strapped wit some tec's to get back or get capped, the back slap, a late flap Swingle's the cheater when them thangs come in screechin in the dark I want my snija when you singin the sparks Dustin off bread, motherf**kers for startin Rucker's Can't touch us, me and my homey reply wit f**kers Me and my dogg's blast attention leavin y'all less in the action b**h a** sorry a** ba*tards, heartless, senseless coward I was born to devauer, cut your sorry's For all my real n***az behind bars Scared for life, from the blade of a knife The kid strikes at thirteen for takin ya life Seven tec's, I earn repect; you "Chin Check" the rest or die when your b**h a** d**h I take precaution, stalkin these streets, flossin and ballin Keep your hand on yo' heat, cause we playin for keeps Real n***az do real thangs in this gang-bang life we lead You can't hang, n***a die and bleed Murder won't stop 'til every buster and s**er drop F**k the cops, stop me from corruptin the block Rocks pa** the glocks in the weed spot Stop playa hatin, whodie got and clock yo' own knock Tryna perfect the shine, the fifty-eight camera's die Blind ya when we comin from behind (Chorus: male singer + female singer) Here we are (here we are) and there they are (there they are) Gonna get gone, aiyya, aiyya (get gone, get gone) {*gun shot*} Gonna get gone, aiyya, aiyya (get gone, get gone) {*gun shot*} (Chorus) (Daz) (?)'s a herb, call the choreographer the murderer Camaro's, I show no mercy and no sorrow Fuedin, layin 'em down, for every radio, seveditary Layin 'em down dead up in the montuary d**h is more, another life is gone Brandish your torn; forty weeks later - a soldier is born Inbine your neighborhood to let me if you could Be a G or you claim to be let me know if you could Back shootin up, hoes Cadillac's {*gun shot*} Don't ever come back, you show me where it's at Off the rack comes the gay, buck sprays and A.K. retaliates in a major way! We're in the land where it's banned from man Clan for clan, where simple mistake, you end up dead (yeah.. say what?) I roll with Crips (?) for the chips Grip the pistol to ya brain, never takin no sh** Whether, Heaven or Hell, I gotsta prevail Rather die makin it happen and to die in a cell Rather load up my hollow-point shells but n***a, you snitch and tell leave they bodies wit the maggots and snails (UGH UGH!) sh**, duck for T-Duck.. (ahh!), always G'd up On a mission for tuition, I need bucks Big dollars.. (why?), I jack n***az cause I gotta My kids got enemys now because of they father (shhh) (Chorus) - 2X (Daz) Smoked and loaded and f**ked up by a locked up On some n***az who try to get buck In the fashion, the blastin, it's hard to imagine Not cashin no n***az who be actin like ba*tards What do I do, but call my n***az and my crew to come do what they do, and put they work on you See me automatic, cause static, static's inatic of a gun-play Like everyday, all day You want trouble? Ha-ha, let's bring the fan and Daz you blast, so donate b**h a** Adios as his a** got smoked and f**ked the wrong n***a now his a** is goast I smoke a blunt and stick my dick in some c*nt (ahh AHH!) To me and my homeboy's, ya just some punks, haha Who really want it? n***a come get it Slowly but surely, homey you ain't never forget it How many times I gotta say somethin, I'm f**kin wit mine Livin the life of crime where it's do or die Y'all n***az don't really want none of this We the sh**, but ya f**ked ya crew, b**h! (Chorus) - 3X w/ variations (Daz) {*w/ female singer singing in background*} k** 'em, k** 'em Yeah, pull up on this n***a right here Choke out (?) {*gun shot*} PLO! KILL 'EM!...