History 2018 Remaster E

Digital Smoke. Kurupt. Bomb J. Wells. Man, Dogg Pound. Bang, bang. Same thing that they change up in My range, bet that you'll feel your history. What you think this a game? Simple and plain, know you're dealing with some real OGs. Stepping to some real gangstas, Gangstas. Have you laying down six feet, Feet. Yo, I keeps it real gangsta, Gangsta. Represent my rep, I keep it real, homey. Nigga, doing the thang, bang, and ride raw. In the middle of South Central, pistol in the Brawl. I'm headed to the homie's house and back Home. You a rider, nigga? Then ride on. I'm burnt and turnt up. Five fives, loose deuce, deuce I don't trip off Your pockets, I let the rockets launch off. I be up in the club, not giving a Fuck. I be pushing the line, got the homies Front and behind. 'Cause we just too cool to Fuck with, nigga. You got that Chevy, I got that roam. You got that nina, I got that chrome. I got a lick for us, we go and Get the money. If they trip, we body you Niggas. Tommy tossin' dummies, just flying through The sky with wings. This is the conclusion of what fucking with us Brings, look. Real mad, so quick and fast. And I'm high as hell, there's no need to Ask. Smoke something like every day. Making dope ass music, there's no time to play. Whole flock of us been known to ball. And they'll come running any time we call. Kurupt and my boy J. Wells with your Dogg Pound cash and we're right On Nigga, look. A little kush and we start To push. I would've fished a bitch on an Octopus. And then I hit the spot and I Rock the puss. And then I told the bitch That she gots to push. What am I to do besides keep it G? Bang on these busters and DPG. Me and Dazy dipping down the streets. In Dad's Caprice with Snupe, Nate, and Supafly Preach. You couldn't make it up in the party. And now your bitch is all over Baby Wayne And Gotti. She looking for something to sniff. And something she can stick in between her lips. I got something she can lick and kiss. Kurupt's in this motherfucker, nigga, don't trip. Six-four pounds, I don't nigga. You can get bombed on or you can ride With us, look. Real mad, so quick and fast. And I'm high as hell, there's no need to Ask. Smoke something like every day. Making dope ass music, there's no time to play. Whole flock of us been known to ball. And they'll come running any time we call. Kurupt and my boy J. Wells with your Dogg Pound cash and we're right On that ass. I got a feeling that my Time is now. See motherfuckers been waiting for me To touch down. And all this time I've been Smoking reefer. Thinking 'bout my moves, Planning out procedures. I learned to never ever love a bitch. To keep my mind on my money and I'd Always be rich. I made Digital Smoke for all Of y'all to smoke. For all my dogs and Locs and all my Mexicans. Real mad, so quick and fast. And I'm high as hell, there's no need to Ask. Smoke something like every day. Making dope ass music, there's no time to play. Whole flock of us been known to ball. And they'll come running any time we call. Kurupt and my boy J. Wells with your Dogg Pound cash and we're right On that ass.