BG Knocc Out & Dresta - D.P.G Killa (Polskie Tłumaczenie) lyrics

[Intro: B.G. Knocc Out]
“Haha, yeah. Orginal baby gangsta’s in this, motherf*cker, ha. With the D-R-motherf*ckin'-E, hu. In a … what we gonna do right now?”
(Dog catchers about to get ya)
“We serve these marks from the Dogg Pound, killa. Check it out.”
(Dog catchers about to get ya)

[Verse 1]

[Dresta]
Easily I approach the microphone because I ain’t no joke
n*gga tell Kurupt, Nate and Daz I'mma buck ‘em
Matter of fact tell that whole Pound I say f*ck 'em
It’s a new year so put the bustas in their plizace
B.G. Knocc, Gangsta Dresta bring it to your fizace
Ryders on a mission
I catch you slippin’
You gettin' struck clown
So f*ck any busta down with the Mutt Pound

[B.G. Knocc Out]
It’s the Compton City G, n*gga
Bow to your knees, n*gga
Run up in your hood c*ck back my strap and pull the trees, n*gga
And if you slippin', you know I’m gonna wet ya
I’m the baby boss hog, better known as the Dogg catcher
Bow wow, yippee yay, didn’t you hear me say?
I’m a Dogg killa, cause all Doggs have they day
Now don’t run up on me, if you ain’t prepared to fight
Little Knocc Out can’t be phased, baby gangsta for life
[Hook x2]
Dat n*gga Daz
(killa)
Kurupt
(killa)
Dr. Dre
(killa)
Mark ass n*ggas
Snoop Dogg
(killa)
Nate Dogg
(killa)
Tha Dogg Pound
(killa)
f*ck, f*ck all y'all, n*ggas

[Verse 2]

[Dresta]
I bring the noise everytime a n*gga wind me up
I pull my nine and blow a mind, everytime I bust ‘em
I trust no man and that’s from now until infinity
n*gga you either my homie or just consider yourself my enemy
n*ggas out here fake dog, like Nate Dogg
I swear you made it, but talkin’ that sh*t to Dre
Will get you and your DJ regulated
b*tches come a dime a sack, so let’s get it straight
A fake is what I hate, so f*ck Kurupt, Daz and Nate
[B.G. Knocc Out]
Motherf*ckin' fake
n*ggas be thinkin' that they can get with the real deal
What I would do if I was you is take a chill pill
Yet and still tricks, I gave your click a pass
But when I see that busta Daz
I gotta bank his ass
Smash, down another puppy pound clown
With the round from my smith
And watch his body shift
Drift his soul in the wind as they carry you
And B.G. K-O can dig your hole before they bury you

[Bridge X2]
(Pranksters, studio gangstas, bustas)
(Softer than a b*tch but portrayed the role of gangsta)
(Pranksters, studio gangstas, bustas)
Stupid motherf*cker
(Yeah, that’s what I’m sayin')

[Verse 3]

[B.G. Knocc Out]
So now you n*ggas know who in the f*ck you f*ckin' with
B-G and D-R-E, n*gga, the baby gangsta clique
As we did some gangsta sh*t
From a real G’s perspective
n*ggas get all like pumped
While I stay calm and collective
I check those suckas
They callin' self causin' ruckus
‘94 set claimin’, Snoop, D-O bangin bustas
[Dresta]
Much love to the B-G, C-P-T
Much love to the D-R-E, O-B-G
Much love to the Eazy-E, C-P-T
And D-P-G don’t wanna see us, see see
You fools ain’t nothin' but marks, so f*ck your set
Now what’s next, I doubt if you wanna flex, no respect
Run up and get wrecked
You tried to diss the B.G., although we let that sh*t pass
Daz you f*ck around and find your ugly ass
Smashed in a trash bag, fool
You wannabe’s gonna be layin' down
If you keep f*ckin' around with the Compton, Dogg Pound Killa

[Hook X2]