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that top dogg nigga - top dogg lyrics

[verse 1: y.g.d. tha top dogg]
you m*th*f*ckas already know, when i stepped through tha’ do’
slow with the roll, i came to f*ck up a show
get this b*tch knockin’ off tha’ hook, i got this weed, with this drank, and some rubbers in my pocket*book
so take a look, i’m off the hook like a g’
and that n*gga talkin’ sh*t, you can’t see me
lookin’ like you in a pyscho*zone
n*gga get locked up, now you barkin’ sh*t all in the microphone
but i’m not trippin’ off the dumb sh*t
too many styles for you homie, a n*gga ’bouta run sh*t, done sh*t
then hit tha’ f*ckin’ corner, ’cause if you f*ckin’ with tha’ dogg, then you’s a f*ckin’ goner
a n*gga wouldn’t want ya, ’cause i play dirty, like dirty harry
hangin’ outside with sl!ck, curby, and larry
on ah m*th*f*ckin’ mission its da’ gangsta sh*t
with that death row, and darkside*astic sh*t*

[chorus]
tha’ top dogg, n*gga, rips it, riiiiight (riiight)
he just spits it, tiiiiight
tha’ death row, n*gga, rips it, flyyy (flyyy)
he just rips it, and spits it, and kicks it tight

[verse 2: y.g.d. tha top dogg]
hold up, pause
i cook it like a chef
i count it like a ref
smoke it ’til its nothin’ left
and then i turn around and pick up a cup, ’cause i’m that tall slim n*gga, that dont give a f*ck
with my .9 in my spine, on the grind all the time
at the same time gettin’ at a m*th*f*ckin’ dime
with my ghetto ass here, and my piece on my neck
white t*shirt and some gas, what the f*ck you expect?
i still look fresh, whether its flesh, or tb
scratchin’ n*ggas and these b*tches off my d*ck like a flea
’cause i’m tha’ top dogg, boss hog, i f*cks, all y’all, f*cked every time, [?] aw, fo’ show, dawg
[chorus]
tha’ top dogg, n*gga, rips it, riiiiight (riiight)
he just spits it, tiiiiight
tha’ death row, n*gga, rips it, flyyy (flyyy)
he just rips it, and spits it, and kicks it tight

[verse 3: y.g.d. tha top dogg]
n*ggas ain’t sh*t
but some m*th*f*ckin’ fleas and rats, wanna squeeze they gats
when they see a young ballin’ m*th*f*cka tryna stack: it snaps
pockets grip’, look into his rearview*pop in his clip, (fo’ what?)
’cause he trust no one (d*mn)
they may never leave the house with out packin’ a gun
nah, these streets ain’t sh*t, (dawg) y’all n*ggas be trippin
spot tha’ dogg in traffic, and they think i be slippin’
but i’m so [?], [?] technique
that even my freak, gotta hold a heat
’cause my stylin’ so sweet, that all these n*ggas gonna be up to creep

[chorus]
tha’ top dogg, n*gga, rips it, riiiiight (riiight)
he just spits it, tiiiiight
tha’ death row, n*gga, rips it, flyyy (flyyy)
he just rips it, and spits it, and kicks it tight

- top dogg lyrics

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