Ass Wupin' Lyrics

Richard Pryor

Richard Pryor - Ass Wupin' Lyrics

Daz Dillinger
Retaliation, Revenge & Get Back
Gang Bangin Ass Criminal

Yeah, daz dillinger
I'm gonna take you into some gangsta shit
What y'all niggas don't even know about
And now you? feels? to know about,
What we call gangsta rap
But this is for the niggas who was down from day one

Love to hear, love to hear you motherfuckers
I advise all you ghetto livin', struggling from day to day,
Tryin' to flip a figure dollar devil up inside a bag of weed,
A fresh pair of khakis and take a bitch to the groovy ass niggas
To get your money man, get paid
These motherfuckers are cut off welfare
How are we go eat if we don't cheat
These (?) bitch to me made the game out of young black niggas lives
Striking us out from left to right
With no motherfucking one in sight
Fuck that!
Sell your dope
Get your jack on, get your sack on,
Put your rag on and get your motherfucking thang on, niggas
Cause it's on
God dammit it's on
Now what the hell you bout to go youngster

Go ride nigga
Bout to go get the homies nigga, right now
oh yeah motherfucker it's on

Ay come on bad a$$ let's do it nigga, it's on now nigga
Ay ay nigga
What's up nigga (what's up)
Ay nigga
Nigga the homie called, the big shot today nigga (word)
Nigga you were ment to meet him today nigga
(man i take my baby inside today man)
What's up
Nigga
Nigga, ay, we can't realy talk right now tough nigga (alright)
But uh, it's going down later on 9-30 nigga
The big man hoe nigga
Be there nigga
Yeah

what's up daz dillinger
shit, bad a$$, tryin' to keep it realer than real, man
Least half these punk ass...
Motherfucking niggas around here bullshittin'
The big spot nigga, ain't clockin' no dollar.
man i'm trying to have
Man i ain't trying to go for shit
man you know my glock is hot
(eastside)

I'm coming through your zone late night, shit
Dogg pound gangsta to flame the light shit
Cause i hold on,
I'm 20 feet tall
The biggest walkin' bill fuck around to get killed
Get shoot
Don't try to sneak a peak in my book
(? home at hose?), overdose the thoughts when he look
The forbidden
The hittin' zone that i'm hitting
Don't play with my intelligence nigga as the heat (? slittin'?)
(?)
So i only got two choices; loc me the blasin' bomb
Vietnam
I bring the pain rains no (?)
Execution style is the shells from the heat veal
Down to the ground like the rest of the dummies
Just what the fuck you thinkin' try to play with my money
It's nothing but the dogg pound gangstas
Mashes, verbal disasters, 38 stashes

I arise in disguise to surprise that ass
What you thought you caught me short
I might ride to blast
With the canna
We let the shit all up in your nuts
When niggas droppin', they stop with the plan they plots
Got to stop for my gate
With (?) of break
Marked niggas caught in, they try to win and get sprayed
Rip the gates
Go flip the page to chapter three
First groove, they fools can't come after me
I mash to free,
Styles of catastrophe
Ask for g
A nigga best to answer me
My rip long as the beach that i represent
Dead nigga with my stare not to step to this

Now o yeah tray deee
I mean i see the whole plot
Be on alert, niggas shot
Anywhere under that nigga caught
So drop the microphone on my own
I shown to blown
Away for these mc's with the sludge of a chrome
I take the fang
Down on my own lyrical name
When the sees are changed,
When the storms and hurricanes
Wide strand
Spittin' rhymes, the beats so precise
(?)
Skatin' on mics like ice
Twice in the day
I get drunk,
(?) of plastic bags
Sack in the truck
Because the rhyme as claim
I shit buck like the doctor
Coming through
Bouncin' with the droptop
Like gangstas chillin on the block
Nah, we ain't worry for shit
Got escape doors like capone
Whit chick your dick on my clip
Forty-fives and nives
Three-eighties and automatics
Sniveling, coming through for you
When your boys with some stats
I got to have eleven to thrill of the drama
Enthusing me to gets my norm with the slaughter
Ought to be known as daz dillinger
For the shit that i known for
A dogg pound criminal

Now if the spot's hot
I hit the switch make the topdrop
Don't stop
It's soopafly with the sho shot
Won't stop
I got ya whole shit to
Look and listen
I rendition the rhymes with precision
You can't face
Amaze me a place like a saddle
It's dogg pound ganstas (?) like a shadow
I never met a motherfucker who can make you stick
I never met a motherfucker who can feel my clique
You serve, you'll make the twitch like a nerve
You'll try to step to my wild style seperve
Adjective the verve
Action pack with the words
I'll make it stop
The jaws drop and observe
I sold the block for crook, daz, style and tray deee
We be coming with the shit
That be the bomb baby
And ain't a dogg pound gangsta will knock you to the flow
Either you stupid as fuck or just don't know

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