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Serial Killa"Serial Killa"<br />(feat. Kurupt, Daz, RBX)<br /><br />Six million ways to die, choose one<br /><br />[Verse One: Kurupt, Daz]<br /> <br />It's time to escape, but I don't know where the f**k i'm headed<br />Up or down, right or left, life or death<br />I see myself in a mist of smoke<br />Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke<br />We hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin in work<br />Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz<br />anybody killa, you know what the deal is<br />Nigga, you know what the real is<br /><br />I see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin me down<br />Sayin, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound?<br />Is that nigga snoop alright? Aiyyo what's up with the crew?<br />Is them niggaz in jail, or are them niggaz through?"<br />i said, if you ain't up on thangs<br />Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game<br />It's like this they don't understand<br />It's an everyday thang, to gangbang<br />Make that twist, don't be a bit*h, let these niggaz know<br />What's up with you I represent the Pound and Death Row<br />And can't no other motherf**ker in L.A. or Long Beach<br />and Compton, and Watts, see D-O-G's<br />Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't<br />see long to the G of the gang<br />One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest<br />Pump pump, put 2 slugs dead in your chest<br />Now you dead then a motherf**ker, creepin and sleepin<br />6 feet deep in, f**kin with the Pound is<br /> <br />[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide [4X]<br /><br />[Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg]<br /> <br />The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue<br />Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew<br />Ain't no clue, on why the f**k we do what we do<br />Leave you in a state of paranoia, oooh<br />Don't make a move for your gat so soon cuz<br />I drops bombs like Platoon (ay nigga)<br />Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you<br />I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you<br />(I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension<br />And when you do, that's when the mission<br />or survival, becomes your every thought<br />Keep your eyes open, cuz you don't wanna be caught<br />Half steppin with your weapon on safety<br />Now break yourself motherf**ker 'fore you make me<br />take this 211 to another level<br />I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil<br />Now roam through the depths of hell<br />Where the rest your buster as* homeboys dwell<br />Well...<br /><br />[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide [4X]<br /><br />Now tell me, what's my motherf**kin name<br />Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa<br /><br />(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky Charms cereal)<br /><br />[Verse Three: RBX]<br /><br />Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now picture this! <br />Let's picnic inside a morgue<br />Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets<br />And I got the machine, that cracks your f**kin chest plates<br />open and release them guts<br />Then I release def cuts<br />Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneck<br />Now everybody scream nuff respect to the X<br />Nuff respect given<br />Disrespect and you will not be livin<br />Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma<br /><br />[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide [4X]<br /><br />Now tell me, what's my motherf**kin name<br />Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa<br /><br />(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky Charms cereal)
New song lyrics
Serial Killa"Serial Killa"<br />(feat. Kurupt, Daz, RBX)<br /><br />Six million ways to die, choose one<br /><br />[Verse One: Kurupt, Daz]<br /> <br />It's time to escape, but I don't know where the f**k i'm headed<br />Up or down, right or left, life or death<br />I see myself in a mist of smoke<br />Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke<br />We hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin in work<br />Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz<br />anybody killa, you know what the deal is<br />Nigga, you know what the real is<br /><br />I see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin me down<br />Sayin, "Yo Daz, what's up with the Pound?<br />Is that nigga snoop alright? Aiyyo what's up with the crew?<br />Is them niggaz in jail, or are them niggaz through?"<br />i said, if you ain't up on thangs<br />Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game<br />It's like this they don't understand<br />It's an everyday thang, to gangbang<br />Make that twist, don't be a bit*h, let these niggaz know<br />What's up with you I represent the Pound and Death Row<br />And can't no other motherf**ker in L.A. or Long Beach<br />and Compton, and Watts, see D-O-G's<br />Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you can't<br />see long to the G of the gang<br />One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest<br />Pump pump, put 2 slugs dead in your chest<br />Now you dead then a motherf**ker, creepin and sleepin<br />6 feet deep in, f**kin with the Pound is<br /> <br />[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide [4X]<br /><br />[Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg]<br /> <br />The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue<br />Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew<br />Ain't no clue, on why the f**k we do what we do<br />Leave you in a state of paranoia, oooh<br />Don't make a move for your gat so soon cuz<br />I drops bombs like Platoon (ay nigga)<br />Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you<br />I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you<br />(I won't leave you) until you get the full comprehension<br />And when you do, that's when the mission<br />or survival, becomes your every thought<br />Keep your eyes open, cuz you don't wanna be caught<br />Half steppin with your weapon on safety<br />Now break yourself motherf**ker 'fore you make me<br />take this 211 to another level<br />I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil<br />Now roam through the depths of hell<br />Where the rest your buster as* homeboys dwell<br />Well...<br /><br />[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide [4X]<br /><br />Now tell me, what's my motherf**kin name<br />Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa<br /><br />(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky Charms cereal)<br /><br />[Verse Three: RBX]<br /><br />Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now picture this! <br />Let's picnic inside a morgue<br />Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets<br />And I got the machine, that cracks your f**kin chest plates<br />open and release them guts<br />Then I release def cuts<br />Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneck<br />Now everybody scream nuff respect to the X<br />Nuff respect given<br />Disrespect and you will not be livin<br />Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma<br /><br />[RBX] Suicide, it's a suicide [4X]<br /><br />Now tell me, what's my motherf**kin name<br />Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa<br /><br />(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky Charms cereal)
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