Luyện nghe bài hát Nuthin" But the Cavi

(Blaze up)
[Oh
World wide, west
Yo
10 with Tha Dogg Pound
Yeah, and the hits stop [Sucka]
but the cavi]
Hey, Daz
this out, dog

10]

Now when I come to ya'll hood, watch my back
And ya come to Inglewood I'm a front you a sack
So we can grind and get away with the cash a caper
Cause it ain't the set-trip, it's all about the paper
Made the poverty cease, on the rise like
A lex piece, and I keep my khaki's creased
10 is the lick, and ya know what my set be
Connect gang from the west, nigga, the best be

Nigga Daz]

It ain't no questions
You down to for me?
Down to for me?
to die for me?
I come through for these sucka-ass who rep
Come up on shorty slowly, show him death
Pull out the Mack 90 automatic for
Blast a coupla niggas, leave em all
We swirve and hit the curb, smoke herb
We up too much, and too tough, and too grub

We in the war zone,
Where the on
Where ya gun,
em where you're from, nigga
Ridin-ass young
equipped, hot enough to scorch
With the double fours on the hip with the force
out to catch a body
Talking, but I thought this was a party
Now he's walking around
Now he's about to see, about who's jumpin
I'm to get the pump to pumpin and start dumpin on somethin

Chorus: 10, Dat Nigga Daz (), Kurupt []

Fuck you there
(Party here)
if you wanna trip, we got the straps near]

Cause niggas like us do platnium every
(And if I ruled sphere)
[Your disappear]

Now in the house, throw your dubs in the air
And wave em all around ya just don't care
ridin dope, so, nigga, act like ya savvy
Mack 10 and the Pound, dog, cookin nothin but the

10]

I'm servin like a host with the pound so take a toast
Dog, this west coast and our shit the most
vine to vine I swing through the woods of Ingle
And everything I make, around and be a single
From the who hit, to the yes, yes, ya'lls
Now all down my halls, got plaques on my
We might slow the roll, sit back and kick it
But the shit don't stop we hit a meal ticked

[Dat Nigga

be goddamned
I'm in it for a ticket
And the succesful
I don't who to prove a show
Usual swirve a corner and hit a back-to-back
don't know us like that,
Where the hang at
"Daz, are you a rider?"
I "Boy, hell yeah, I'm a rider!"
From the east side of Beach to the west side of Inglewood
On a cash mission bailin to hood

Once upon a in the early stages of my life, sacrifice,
I feel like loose-shakin niggas like
in the day
Say you say
On the mic I display, to L.A.
I've all over from Crenshaw and Impearl
To 108th, I'm sure got my back,
It's all about mashing, heat in the stash
When you're in the of assassins
What you

Outro: Dat Nigga Daz, 10 ()

What do you consider (Pass the bomb, pass the bomb)
All day night, and all long " "
you wake up in the morining
And you start to " "
All day night, and all long " "
C'mon,

(Yeah, dub S.C.G.
D.P.G.C.
Ha ha ha,
a picture, trick
Take a picture,
Take a picture,
It might ya rich
Wesssydeee,
Biatch)
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