Chris "The Glove" Taylor - Puffin' on Blunts and Drankin' Tanqueray lyrics

[Produced by Dr. Dre] [Intro: Dr. Dre] Yeah, yeah, yeah Yo yo, let's do this sh** "I thought I thaw a puddy tat" You's a punk-a** n***a Yo, yeah Yo, d**h Row's in the motherf**ing house Wrecking sh** you know what I'm saying This is Dr. Dre in the motherf**ing house Yo, I got my homeboys in the house Tha Dogg Pound's definetly in here, yeah I got my n***a Kurupt ready to wreck some sh** Yo, you know what else I got in the house? Yo, so diggi-Daz step up on that a** Yeah, guess what's in here? My homegirl Rage, I said my homegirl Rage Yeah, the lyrical motherf**ing murderer's in here Yo my n***a Glove behind the boards Yo dropping that funky-a** ba**line, yeah You know, you know there's alot of punk-a** n***as out there A lot of punk-a** b**hes out there Yo you wanna write names? Yo that n***a Eazy-E, he's a punk-a** b**h, really though Yo that n***a Tim M-U-T, he's a punk-a** b*atch, b*atch You know what I'm saying Oh, oh, oh Luke, I didn't forget about you, b*atch Really though Yo, d**h Row's in the motherf**ing house Running the 9-3, you know, yeah But right about now There's a little freestyle session going on, in the studio We just kicking back getting f**ed up and all You know, puffing on a few blunts Drinking on a little bit of that Tanqueray, Tanqueray Yeah Tanqueray's definetly in the house You know what I'm saying Cause I'm feeling it baby I'm feeling it, really though So-a, right about now, aiyyo Rage Yo Rage, yo run that sh** G [Verse 1: Lady of Rage] Always and forever, forever and always The rhythm will flow from now and through all days As long as the sun shines As long as Eisenhower's on the dime Yo, I'll be kicking the rhyme One time for your mind, your soul, your body The OG's on the side of me Smooth as E & J, hard as Bacardi Smacking those yaddy-yacks ducks that keep quacking Hens that are cackling, end up crackling Under the heat, the pressure from the one that's deffer Egyptian ruler, call me Cleo or Nefertiti, yes indeedy Got the eyes that are beady, body from Tahiti Voice of the wind lyrics, blow Chills up your spine I send, so All thoughts in your mind drop 'em yo You came in the front but you'll be kicked through the back door If you try to step, try to come incorrect Try to play the left, try to start a mess Try to cause a fuss, try to raise a ruckus Huh, you'll end up ashes to ashes, dust to dust A busta, you musta been buggin on d** And alcohol back off, all a y'all, up against the wall Spread em, Doggs - go get em Hand-cuff em and stuff em, cold shut em, don't let em Utter a word, not to mother or Herb If you try you die, visions blurred, speech slurred Served with a cherry on top Rage in effect I just begun to rock Yeah rock on witcha bad self (Rage) Rock on witcha bad self (Rage) Rock on witcha bad self (Rage) Rock on witcha bad self [Verse 2: Dat n***a Daz] Yo, I'm Dat n***a Daz who packs a tre-8 slug A true n***a from the hood and the Pound gives love You see n***as wanna be down but never came around So back up off my nuts and stop sweating the Pound You see, n***as get broke off like 1, 2, 3 Cause I'm the D-A to the, D-A- to the Z Now G'z pay attention to this young a** mack daddy In a Caddy, had he Not known about the city where the n***as hang around So I roll em up, and hit em up with the motherf**ing Dogg Pound [Verse 3: Kurupt] I'm rough and rugged, and up to do dirt I'm from the Dogg Pound n***a so I'm putting in work I'm no joke, who the f** you trying to provoke (1-8-7) It's cold how his a** got smoked I don't drink no f**ing V-S-O-P I drink a motherf**ing O.G. Olde E I'm from the clique that be kicking the gangsta sh** b**h Real n***as real G'z with real big dicks I hit em up with the Pound, so what you wanna throw up Claiming you're c**aine or cavi when you blow up Know what, the Pound's in the motherf**ing house Back again we try to get high as we can Dr. Dre, be kicking fat rhymes and produce, and kick sh** I gets more wicked than Beetlejuice Motherf**ers get battered, so scatter before I keep you Hostage, a n***a hostile like the grim reaper So, I'm coming from my hood, what hood You really like to know, wouldn't you, I thought you knew Motherf**er don't you know I'm stranded on the Row I take a look into the crowd kick a style a flow I'm mashing, motherf**ers get murdered for asking Relax kid, you're rollin with a f**ing a**a**in I last did dirt the other day Portray, the role of a G, from the D-O double G P-O-U-N-D, Pound so bow wow motherf**in marks The execution starts, when the Chronic is sparked I'm like Barkley, rough and rugged, like a Rawhead Rex Wrecks I flex murderous rhymes to leave you all dead What's said is what's said, it's already spoke The dead is the dead I Ain't No f**in Joke I murder motherf**ers as a hobby One of my idols Ain't No Joke, so why in the f** should I be Fly me, to the Bahamas, ruff rhymer, drama's What you're kicking, wicked is how I'm-a Approach you, the locster, who's quick to up and smoke you You're lookin like a smoker, grinning like the joker I yoke you from da back like a b**h talking sh** Cause a b**h ain't sh** but a ho and trick, on my dick Flip, lets take a trip to the Dogg Pound Fools tried to punk me when I was young, but I'm a hog now And I gets respect and I step with a Tec 9 Ready to put somethin up in that a** so you respect mine Fool, d**h Row ain't Lynchin and the Pound ain't Mobbin We all don't give a f**, run in your crib and start robbing Throbbing, I'll break a n***a down in the 90's Maxing at the Pound wit my doggs is where you'll find me, beeotch [Outro: Dr. Dre] Heell yeaah You n***as can't fade this sh**, you know what I'm saying d**h Row's in the motherf**in house The Dogg Pound's definetly in here, you knowhatI'msayin And ay yo yo yo yo yo, you n***as can't fu*k with this So don't even try it Stay in the studio all you want, stay in the studio all you want Cause you can't f** with this, see ya