Cyco Lic No Bitch Azz Niggaz song by Tha Dogg Pound from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is West Coast, Rap, G-Funk music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Cyco Lic No Bitch Azz Niggaz Meaning
| [[Intro: Daz] Back in yo’ ass wit’ a twenty sack, straight up Dogg Pound Gangstas in effect for the ’95, y’know? We been havin’ a little confrontation Wit’ a lot of muthafuckas out there But you know, they just can’t do the thangs that we seem to do And the things that we seem to do is make platinum hits! Straight up Muthafuckaz can’t even fade me [Verse 1: Dat Nigga Daz] N-N-Now, who the hell wanna face me To make me act a complete fool lately? It’s been cool, my mentality plus dope helps me cope Wit’ no smoke, I’m depressed and easily to provoke 45’s and nines, I’m heated Me and Kurupt puffin’ on a Berry all day repeatedly And immediately in the days, we stoned and phased In the back of the truck lies a gauge for any busta actin’ brave Maybe I can see what no other rapper assaults Wit’ my skills to murder ’em all And can’t be prevented when you know I’m after ya Got the heart to blast at’cha! Matter-of-fact to capture those who don’t belong be on the strong Gots to pack up and jet, booty rappers don’t have long Now, can I get a witness? My riches attract women wit’ class Dat Nigga Daz is about to mash all over for da cash Blast, then dash — me in the getaway car now Known rap stars turn to outlaws Wanted for the murder — the motive of death is ‘Fuck y’all!’ Dogg Pound Gangsta clique I represent Dogg Pound to the fullest ’cause I’m.. , [Chorus: Snoop Doggy Dogg] Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggas So when you see the D-O-double G’s, sleep, creep low I see through you, but you can’t see me I see through you, oh so clearly Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggas So when you see the D-O-double G’s, sleep, creep low [Verse 2: Kurupt] N-N-Now, ya escapade and ya gettin’ brave Masqueradin’ around town like ya paid So where’s the stack? Attract the wrong eyes to the Buick out back Now I’mma dump until I feel I made ya lungs collapse The assembly for dismemberin’ when I’m strapped Off Hennessy, I blast that ass to Tennessee and back Who’s that? I’m hopin’ I’m about to bust this fool’s back open I’m laid back scopin’ Wit’ the rope and the three main ingredients to the plot: Some weed, my nigga D-A-Z, and some heat cocked I just concoct the scheme, the perfect team We take gettin’ paid to the extreme It seems that I’mma bring a little more than the drama Comma, dash, two litres and Daz down to mash ’cause I’m.. [Chorus: Snoop Doggy Dogg] Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggas So when you see the D-O-double G’s, sleep, creep low I see through you, but you can’t see me I see through you, oh so clearly Cyco-lic-no-bitch-azz-niggas So when you see the D-O-double G’s, sleep, creep low , [Verse 3: Mr. Malik] Now that I open my eyes to no surprise to these imitations But I keep my mind disguised when in elevation No hesitation, the ground beneath my Kroker sacks Rear behind my back, I mean, I bring ya grey blue brown to black Straps front to back, so what you want wit’ that? It comes wit’ a ticket for you to lay stone flat Hoes sayin’, “I like yo’ cyco-azz, trigger fast nigga So, when I see you, I’mma hit the flow, that’s how the shit go” Shit hit the fan, goddamn! Kill or see kill, it never phase me Topics flow on regular ’cause topic happen daily Now, what amaze me was poppin’ on under my hat And now I come strapped wit’ some of these thunder raps Like this, uncut then I get uncocked Apparently, for some reason, it keeps gettin’ a lot Now put this on some of that and put that to a stop But you can put that on me Because I sold the ki’ to the beef And as you can see never early, ya late, collaborate professionally Now peep as I drop bombs on your Moms like songs When I’m rainin’, no pain, no gain When I’m maintainin’ this lyrical explosion And my nigga Daz on react wit’ this track got’cha open Poetical graffiti Hershey gotta pound for ya town and delete to the needy Lyrics to dust drugs like P-C-P And I ain’t lie ’til I die — D-P-G-C And I stay.. , [Chorus x2] (Snoop Doggy Dogg) You murderer! You murderer! [Chorus x2] Murderer! Murderer! You murderer! You murderer! [Outro: Daz] That’s what I’m sayin’, nigguh! Still puttin’ it down like we supposed to Everyday, all day, it don’t stop and it don’t quit So pack up your shh and bail out or die Ha-Ha! (Gunshots, followed by people screaming) “Alright, everybody, this is a fuckin’ raid! Anybody try to leave, I pump one in your ass”] |
