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DAZ DILLINGER : Movin' Around lyrics

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DAZ DILLINGER lyrics : "Movin' Around"

(feat. Slip Capone)

[Slip Capone]

Hawthorne to Longbeach, haha...
Some of that Capone and Dat ^!$$% Daz %#@!
Smackin y'all ^!$$%z upside the head, beyotch

Show y'all ^!$$%z what it is..


Welcome to California where the gang stay
Longbeach, Compton to Watts, Hawthorne and L.A.
Outside we rip-ride, let the slugs fly

I maintain just to bang with the gang till the day that I die
Get crazy plus looney and insane, on yo' $$#
First just to blast on yo' $$# if yo' talkin trash

Cash; she in all them hardy-tardy no (?)
They get some get back and get they whole wig peelt back
Hangin out on the corner drinkin Sapp

Little homies doin things from murders to jackin
And they say, ("Yo Daz are you a rider?")
And I reply with, "Hell yeah I'm a rider!"

Motorola TV's - 'Lacs on D's
Make us ^!$$%z feel good when us ^!$$%z got cheese
Young ^!$$%z robbin ^!$$%z for they dope sacks (give it up!)

Just to see where they hearts at
Smokin weed and loots and hubs, roll around with beat in my truck
Roll around with heat in the front, just to dump at two punks

12 gauge sawed-off, thinkin my point across
Cooperate ^!$$% or get broke off
Ask ya homies how we put it in work

Now they here, now they gone, six feet in the dirt
Rest in peace to my homie L-Dogg from the DPG
Bringin drama to these ^!$$%z, bringin drama to the streets

Whattcha gonna do if ya wanna hang and bang

..and move around with those gangstas
Whattcha gonna do if ya wanna hang and bang
..and move around with them gangstas, gangstas!

[Slip Capone]
In L.A. ya dress cordial, accordin to the area ya goin to

Ya might need to where a black khaki suit standin in grey and blue
Ya never know who gon' be waitin, and watchin - plannin and plottin
to getcha caught and leave ya shot and forgotten

Remember back in the day, Lewsinger high
Caught every park in the mornin, school was cool when ya high
Knockin ^!$$%z on they $$#, put a ^!$$% through the glass

Capone got there so fast, the mother$#&@ers crashed
And I laugh when I think back on the days of my past
My gangsta-ass ways, take a sip like drinkin blaze

in the Purple Haze -- finna get my smoke on
Two o'clock in the mo'nin with my mother$#&@in lotes on
Getcha loc' on wit a ^!$$% if ya wit a ^!$$%

Hit a ^!$$% up in traffic, then go try and get a ^!$$%
Cause I'll split a ^!$$% with millimeters from heaters
Cop killers, case I gotta kill a cop I'ma need 'em to beat 'em

[Daz] They say, "Slip are you a rider?"
And I reply, "Hell yeah I'm a rider!"
My situation got illy, Kurupt was out in Philly

When I hooked up with Daz Dilli, to slap ya silly
Make a milli-on, when I drop to Leban-on
Mega-tron, Veit-nam, napalm, Bombay bomb

it don't stay calm for long
When a ^!$$% livin in a warzone, then the war's on
I'm a king on my throne, so put the crown on my dome

And so it read 'Hawthorne: The city where I was born'
Till the cows come home, in the southside of L.A.
The City of Angels, but Hell surround us, all around us

Makin it hot, I heat it up, slow my slow and speed it up
Flip a rock and give a cut to the homies
to get some new chucks to bang in

Keep the rag hangin, Cutlass to slang in
Got a whole gang of ends

Knick-knack patty-whack, give a G a strap
If he a G put to work, if he a punk he pass it back


You want the AR-15, the glock 17, the M16 or the uzi 14
Mini-machine, with the infrared beam, gangsta lean
It's like a dream to be fresh on the scene, knahmean?
Rest in peace to Strak-Lo, keep calm
Rest in peace to the homie, NailBoy and radio ridin in peace


Yeah, that's how we do it

Slip Capone and Dat ^!$$% Daz
Funky Fresh '99.. yeah haha...

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