Thrown Up Da C lyrics

by

David Banner


[Intro: Daz]
Yeah, this goes out to all them gangstas out there
You know what I'm sayin'?
Keepin' it goin' everyday all day
And it just don't stop (Once again)
Dogg Pound, K-U-R-U-P-T... D-A to the Z
Soopa-doopa on the beat...

[Kurupt]
First thing I do is blaze up a sack
Hit up my n*gga Daz like what's todays plans?
Rollin', ridin', or crackin' a b*tch
Hittin' switches in the toys, on perk with the twist

[Daz Dillinger]
We in a drop-top, platinum 23, sky blue
And got what we got from bein' real and bein' true
And no clue - they never imagined
How the two come back, with Kurupt with a mag'

[Kurupt]
Daz with the .45 caliber, refuse to lose
Me and my n*gga Daz been over the moon and back down
Been on opposite sides and still roam
I missed my n*gga, damn it feels good be home
[Daz Dillinger]
It's reality check
Live in your face with a semi artillery tec
Dumpin' til' the whole clip's empty
I'm sippin', Daz and Kurupt in a rental
Life is the key of the situation homie
Cause it's drastic and mental, cuz

[Hook]
Everybody could (see)
We throwin' up the (C)
Can't nobody (see)
D.P.G. (C)
Drinkin' Henne(ssy)
Cause they all wanna (see)
From here to over the (sea)
D.P.G. (C)

[Kurupt]
We got a D.P. picnic poppin', it ain't stoppin'
Music knockin', scores of fours hoppin'

[Daz Dillinger]
Now everybody wave your hands from side to side
And everybody get your pistols if you're ready to ride
D.P.G. (C)

[Daz Dillinger]
That's our terminology
f*ck it cause it gotta be, broken off properly
The new and improved Dogg Pound Gangsta crew
Lace your Chucks homies cause you're catchin' the blues - onsite
You know my crew love to fight, like a 747 take flight
See it's a cold night, full moon
You know we creepin' round your neighborhood, n*gga BOOM-BOOM

[Kurupt]
We been through ups, downs, rights, wrongs
Right, left, two step
Rider music, let's ride
Push on, hood slide

I get to thinkin' I guess when I get to drinkin'
I do too much - but my homies love me anyway
Back to back, we down to let the semi spray
Chubby Lil' Daz and Trent growin' up with Corday

[Hook]

[Kurupt]
Nickels and nines
Hesitation could make a n*gga lose his life
These women can make a n*gga lose his mind
All we got is each other, health and time
[Daz Dillinger]
See "I Ain't Mad At Cha" homie like the homie Makaveli
It's Kurupt Young Gotti, Dat n*gga Daz Dilly
The arsonal is active, flip you up backwards
To killers to gangstas, from criminal jackers

D.P.G. (C)

[Kurupt]
Rider redemption, firin' plastic... nothin' but classics
Bumpin' out my motherf*ckin' speaker box
Me and Daz, an outcast, heaters c*cked

[Daz Dillinger]
See we some young n*ggas growin' in the life of crime
We crack a n*gga from his ankle, chest plate and spine
Them Dogg Pound Gangstas, we one of a kind
And yo Gotti, would you kick it for me one more time?

[Hook] - 2X
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