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Face To Face Lyrics - Artist : Tha Dogg Pound
Face to face, you're in my space
And this time we cut right down to the chase I'm respected, I'ma be collectin' I'ma handle mine 'til it's perfected Face to face, you're in my space And this time we cut right down to the chase I'm respected, I'ma be collectin' I'ma handle mine 'til it's perfected Talon tucker and a greater rhyme dumper Me and Snoopy just dippin', bangin' on these muthafuckas Off the 'urple in this bitch, bangin' on these little bustas We gon' show you niggas how you s'posed to twerk the little hustle Nigga, watch, learn, and see what the K hit 'Cause when we hit the party, shit gets archaic Gators, perms, Deuce and a Quarters G shit, pimp shit, always crack a bitch shit Next time I see a bitch I might place an order Like, 'bitch, make sure you meet me in about a quarter And make sure you bring the Henn, bring about a quarter 'Cause I'm tryna smoke, bitch, and that's an order I'm too DPG'd up, little pony Your big homeboy got socked by my little homie I got a 6-6 Impala, top dollar I pop more than my collar if your bitch is tryna holla Face to face, you're in my space And this time we cut right down to the chase I'm respected, I'ma be collectin' I'ma handle mine 'til it's perfected I had dreams of a pimp mixed with a little player Up all night, see, other kids couldn't stay up Drink with my momma all day, Schlitz Malt And go into the liquor, steal and get caught "Ring My Bell," first record that I bought I learned how to squab hangin' at King Park My homeboy D-Dawg, he turned me onto B-ball And then he threw me a sack, said 'this how we ball' And before you know it If it's money on the Eastside, I gotta go get it, I'm down for it Fly as a muh'fucka, hoes know it I gangbang on the sizide and down to show it I came from nickels to dubs, I did that On the wrong side, now I'm on the right side Used to say he wouldn't ride, now you say he might ride Nigga fell in love with the late night, dub life, hood life Now tell me what it look like So poor, sleeping on the floor, not a good life Is what we reach for every day Player, that's the only way a nigga wanna play I can't fuck with the bitch if she don't pay Money, attention, attention, money Lick your thumbs and peel mine back It's real like that 'cause I feel like that Face to face, you're in my space And this time we cut right down to the chase I'm respected, I'ma be collectin' I'ma handle mine 'til it's perfected You know I'm back hustlin', got to get it on Ain't no, ain't no stoppin', gotta ball 'til I fall Armor All my tires, shine 'em up, rims, nigga, ain't nothin' Big faces, homeboy, in the ride straight jumpin' 6-6 swervin' down the highway Yeah, your bitch, yeah, she doin' it my way Gotta respect it or catch a hot one in a second I get stupid for the fetish, get G'd up 'cause I'm breadish Where you headed, homie? Yeah, no one knows I'll keep it to myself 'cause bullshit is bad for a nigga health I asked the question last week, yeah, how did it felt When I had to grab the AK straight off the shelf (Blaow!) I spray you down, lay you down, stay around Be found, slumped, dead, homie, all the way 'cross town This is what is, G shit on the set We stay connected, disrespect it and we break your neck, cuz Face to face, you're in my space And this time we cut right down to the chase I'm respected, I'ma be collectin' I'ma handle mine 'til it's perfected |
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