Told You So-Da Angels/Snoop Dogg

作曲 : Brooks, Gaines, Marion, Proby ... Another classic... [Chorus x2:] Oh brother you don't know What you gettin in to You can't see, the gangsta in me You don't know What you gettin in to You can't see, the angel in me [Verse 1: Big Chan] Its time for y'all to vacate the premises Y'all chickens on shattered dreams, and broken promises Not only do we mobb shit, the whole click bang on wax We top doggs, and we came to run thangs, rearrange game Baby its a West Coast thang till I vanish Damnit, with a venegence I'm leavin the mic damaged I'm peepin creepin keepin that pistol close by So if you bitches think I'm slippin When I step you hos die Rest in peace to the departed, don't even start shit Cause when its time to put in work By doin some dirt Chan is cold hearted Now flip my magna script, and trip on the lunatic And duck, cause when I'm buckin I just flip and fuck who I hit Uh, I been started that hoodsta, hoodsta shit Way back when I did pass it on bitch Now y'all followed like dick to cock I'm out the Dogg House, and our block is hot Y'know [Chorus x2:] [Verse 2: Conyiac] He stay embetted in my palm situation paralus Lyrical on lawful slaughter whole calabry get crushed Conyiac mutilatin shake fake niggas and hos Hard speak threw they Escos(its murder for the next ho) Get defeated wit slow guns I got cremated intentions And stand P like demon night, policy no extentions Where verbal projectiles oppenets get x-ed out Approach wit lint(in combat we brutal wit contact) D.Angels entered the torcher and cracked the concrete We resultin devalations long as clip and big as heat Did you know nigga what, that the game done took a twist Cause the Dogg House haffled the noros out the mist Accoutin heat to retreat fericious please believe Unseen to my competter, I'm six steps ahead of ya Ready from the git go, blaw!I let my shit go Labeled a fatal on very special acts to X.O. Hey Hey Hey Hey [x15] [Chorus x2:] [Verse 3: Kola] I be that thug, M-I-S-S- open yo chest Half a bird in my breast pushin weight on the southwest I be that hoodster, under estimated discuffle clear the surface When I reach inside my duffle and buffled I be that loc, repulsive wit the vocals I quote Wit hit rocks, got yo dick rock ain't even spoke I be that hard, that bitches wanna serve on south Scoop ya man cause he said that he can fuck all night I be that angel, competive strangle My CEO is a gangsta, thats how we bang ho Niggas label me a bitch when I smash on they crew Watch yo duck when I buck bitch I be that too I be that ridah, niggas ain't just a test Till I heat em in the cerebral nigga died in his vest Ultimate in this vocal shit, sick wit this flow Dogg House represent till I rest, what you don't know [Chorus x2:] Hey Hey Hey [x35]