Don
Dillinger Lyrics

Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
I want you to understand and relate to what I'm about to say

Motherfuckers in the world tryin' to play niggas out these days
There are people out there trying to deceive and take advantage of us

Can't fuck around and play no niggas out these days
We can't let ourselves be manipulated or deceived

Niggas is smarter then a motherfucker, man
We are intelligent and can't be easily fooled

We gotta make cash
We need to earn money

Only thing that's rulin' this motherfucker right now
Money, drugs, and weapons are the main influences in our lives

This strap, this weed, and this money I got in my pocket
My gun, marijuana, and the money I currently possess

Finna go get mo' money
I'm going out to make more money

I hear some niggas comin' 'round
I'm aware that there are people approaching

Talkin' 'bout what the fuck they can do (do)
Boasting about their abilities and accomplishments

But the only thing I do is
But the only thing I focus on is

Realizin' in my crew
Keeping my crew loyal and aware of the situation

Fuck these snitches
I have no respect for informants

Fuck these bitches
I have no respect for disloyal women

Ain't worth the jail time, bro
Engaging in illegal activities is not worth getting caught and imprisoned

You know these streets is a motherfuckin' joke
The streets are dangerous and unpredictable

And that's the way it goes
That's just the reality of our situation

Playa, playa (playa), got caught up
A person who thought they were skilled and smooth got in trouble

Brought up the wrong way
Raised with the wrong values and influences

But he say the white man
Blaming the white man for his current circumstances

Fucked me up and got me actin' that way
Caused me to behave in a negative and aggressive manner

You know the homey who was all in with the squad (with the squad)
Referring to a friend who was closely associated with the group

Little Rizey tryna practice actin' hard (actin' hard)
A young individual attempting to portray themselves as tough

Talkin' 'bout money, talkin' 'bout bitches
Obsessing over wealth and women

Talkin' 'bout fancy cars and all that shit
Talking about luxury vehicles and material possessions

Cocaine and pound of weed
Using and selling drugs

And bitches suckin' on his dick
Engaging in sexual activities with women

He used to wanted to live that way
Desiring to live a life of extravagance

Ever since them Chronic days
Since the past days of indulging in drugs

The big homeboy C-style put him on
A respected individual introduced him to this lifestyle

Nineteenth Street got him on his way (way)
A particular street became significant in his involvement

It was cool 'cause he was finally one of us (us)
He felt accepted and part of our group

Someone we can trust
We believed he was dependable and honest

Later on someone we couldn't trust
But eventually, we couldn't rely on him

Niggas got greedy, seen us clockin' dough
Other people became envious when they saw our wealth

In this rap game threaten to snitch
In the music industry, someone threatened to expose our illegal activities

If he wasn't rich in a matter of days
Unless he gained large sums of money quickly

Should we kill him or let him starve? (Kill him)
Should we murder him or let him suffer? (We chose to kill him)

Make him get real broke (kill him)
Cause him to become completely impoverished

Hell, naw, this nigga gotta die right here
Absolutely not, this individual needs to be killed immediately

We ain't no joke (hell yeah, nigga)
We are serious and not to be messed with

Don't try to play me, homey
Don't attempt to deceive or manipulate me

Don't try to play me, what?
Don't try to pull a fast one on me

Who the fuck you think I was?
Who do you think I am?

8:30 in the evenin', I cop the sack gettin' me set
At 8:30 PM, I buy drugs to prepare myself

Twist some Orange to get me on my mind state is just at rest
I smoke a strain called Orange to calm my mind

Cruise the neighborhood proudly, and I'm throwin' up my set
I drive around my area with confidence, displaying my loyalty to my gang

Dogg Pound gangsta homeboy and don't you forget
I'm a proud member of the Dogg Pound gang and I want everyone to remember that

I crack a forty of that Eight, fuck St. Ides, I love the taste
I open a forty-ounce bottle of the Eight brand malt liquor. I prefer it over St. Ides

And my system bumpin' down the street with nothin' but bass
My car audio system plays with heavy bass as I drive down the street

Me and the homeboys flossin', we tossin' up the scene
My friends and I show off our wealth and success

Lookin' clean as fuck, makin' green
Looking extremely stylish, while earning a lot of money

Mashin' as a motherfuckin' team
Moving and operating together as a powerful unit

It seems the homies notice me, who I am
My friends recognize and respect my identity and status

Goddamn tires hoppin', pullin' up bumpin' the jam
My car's tires bounce due to the strong bass, attracting attention as I arrive and play loud music

Niggas started hoein', showin' stereo and three chromes
People began to show interest and jealousy due to my expensive sound system and chrome rims

And the situation done switched so fast
But suddenly, the atmosphere changed dramatically

Daz Dillinger kickin' ass
I, Daz Dillinger, start causing trouble and asserting my dominance

Steadily movin', makin' cash
Continuously progressing and earning money

Later on, when I bounce to the club
Later, when I decide to go to a nightclub

Me and my cousin Rick and Snoop
My cousin Rick and Snoop Dogg

Tai cousin Soopafly, Big Style, E and Hershey, too
Also, my cousins Tai and Soopafly, along with Big Style, E, and Hershey

Cruisin' up, bruisin' up fools, don't understand my thing
Driving around, intimidating and beating up people who don't comprehend my lifestyle

Come around here, homeboy, and you won't see daylight ever again
If you enter our territory, you won't survive

Come tow me, bitch (tow me, bitch)
Come confront me, coward (confront me, coward)

Come get me rich (come get me rich)
Try to harm me, wealthy person (try to harm me, wealthy person)

You know my way, my game we spit
You are familiar with my methods and the way I operate

You down with this? (You down with this?)
Are you in agreement with me? (Are you in agreement with me?)

Told ya once, told ya twice
I warned you before, more than once

Told ya why, told ya somethin'
I explained the reasons and informed you

It ain't nothin' but a gangsta party bumpin'
It's simply a gathering of gangsters, enjoying themselves

Dumpin' on niggas after the club
Shooting at people after leaving the nightclub

Niggas started trippin'
People began to behave erratically

Niggas start set trippin'
Individuals started provoking and starting fights based on gang affiliations

Niggas started Crippin', started Bloodin'
People involved in the Crip and Blood gangs initiated violence

Started doin' whatever that they was doin'
Engaging in reckless and dangerous activities

I was blastin', they was blastin'
I was shooting, they were shooting

Dat Nigga Daz was out gassin'
I, Daz Dillinger, was provoking and fueling the situation

Those who try to get up and do they thing
Those who attempt to assert their power and carry out their plans

Swang bang and I gets my thing
Engaging in violence and achieving my goals

Rat pack niggas try to jack
Deceptive individuals attempt to steal from us

Niggas try to fuck wit' my gang
People try to cause trouble for my gang

How the fuck I feel, homeboy?
How do you think I feel, buddy?

Get that Eight and drink some more
Consume more of the Eight malt liquor and increase my intoxication

Niggas won't stop mashin'
Individuals won't cease their aggressive behavior

'Til we knock down every niggas door
Until we take down everyone who opposes us

Yeah, and there you have it
Yes, that's the story

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