On, OnSite lyrics

[Intro: Kurupt]
Dat n*gga Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Young Gotti, n*gga
West Coast California livin', n*gga
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Milli monotone, cyclone Stallone
Marone chaperone shiny chrome Capone
Smashin' in a '82 brand new Brougham
Home sweet home, n*gga, where the hoodstas roam
In gangstaville where we shoot to kill
Pop the pill, pop then drop the three-wheels
The tale of tales, fly high as a gazelle
The hell-hound came through to drown the whale
Pronounce, denounce, strip then set sail
Soak in a cloud of smoke then inhale
Hold it in, never exhale
Smoke whoever n*gga's zone I'm in, oh well
f*ck you and ya mama
Drama, holocaust through anaconda

[Hook: Kurupt + Lil 1/2 Dead]
n*gga, I'm blastin on you, you
Your homeboy, your whole hood
f*ck y'all punk b*tch made n*ggas
On, onsite, let off on sight
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, f*ck ya'll n*ggas
n*ggas act like they gon' get wit me when they see me on site
But I don't give a sh*t you b*tch 'cause I'm a gangsta for life
[Verse 2]
It's time to prepare, lil' n*gga, listen here
Get pierced like ten spears, sh*t is fierce
Fist, five and five, in multitudes
Comin' through bangin the five
sh*t hit ligaments construct when we ride
I'm tired of all y'all rap is sawed off
Let off a pellet, the Desert Eagle start yellin'
Screamin', the path of a demon bailin
With my all blue Chucks on goin' out right
Dippin' through the back 'cause it's on onsite
The first n*gga saw is the first n*gga gone
Smashed on, banked and shanked and blast on
I make the b*tches strip, we out 6-4's
Like e'erday, Californ-I-A
I can't explain it, the immaculate candy painted
Double-four dumper on my lap for comfort

[Hook: Kurupt + Lil 1/2 Dead]
For you, you
Your homeboy, your whole hood
f*ck y'all punk b*tch made n*ggas
On, onsite, let off on sight
Lettin off on the first thang in sight, f*ck y'all n*ggas
n*ggas act like they gon' get wit me when they see me onsite
But I don't give a sh*t you b*tch 'cause I'm a gangsta for life
[Verse 3]
Prepare to storm, when the storm rain fire and brimstone
Spread throughout the plains like a plague
Back to the G's and fool
With the heater c*cked, drownin n*ggas in they own pool
Hit 'em hard like weights
Make a n*gga feel it like pains and aches
Pump ya temple and make ya spray and shake
I'mma get ya, hit ya, n*gga, makes no mistakes
I'mma crack the plates
I ride like dirt bikes, poetical ninja
I end your five mics, forty-fifth precise
The system's assistance to get up in this
Dogg Pound, California, you can't f*ck with this
Kurupt Young Gotti, Fred, Daz Dillinger
Two shots of tequilla to the head

[Hook: Kurupt]
f*ck you, you
Your homeboy, your whole hood
f*ck y'all punk b*tch made n*ggas
On, onsite, let off on sight
Takin' off on the first thang in sight

f*ck ya'll-you, you
Your homeboy, your whole hood
f*ck y'all punk b*tch made n*ggas
On, onsite, let off on sight
Takin' off on the first thang in sight
f*ck all you, you
Your homeboy, your whole hood
f*ck y'all punk b*tch made n*ggas
On, onsite, let off on sight
Takin' off on the first thang in sight

f*ck ya'll-you, you
Your homeboy, your whole hood
f*ck y'all punk b*tch made n*ggas
On, onsite, let off on sight
Takin' off on the first thang in sight, f*ck y'all n*ggas

[Lil 1/2 Dead]
n*ggas act like they gon' get wit me when they see me onsite
But I don't give a sh*t you b*tch 'cause I'm a gangsta for life...