Kurupt - Deep Dishes lyrics

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Kurupt - Deep Dishes lyrics

[Intro] It's Gotti Bin Laden It's Gotti Bin Laden They say I'm the evil one Gotti Adolf Hitler [Chorus] You n***az ain't nuthin but b**hes I roll down the streets with the homies on deep dishes Crack n***az like plates and dishes authentic, malicious, vicious, piranha fishes motherf**er, eat a fat dick You and every single n***a that you f** with, you stole my sh** My style, my name, and the way that I bang [Verse 1] Think just because you got diamonds you n***az is shynin' Your diamonds ain't bigger than Simon's motherf**er I'm preparing to pump fear, and I'm fearless as f** The Count Armani Crystal Young Gotti Kurupt Knockin' cinder block sections outta cars and trucks I'm back and never left, I came and never leave I see bustas now-a-days wearin flags and chucks Actin' like they bang, lookin like f*gs in chucks They turned bangin to a gimmick, n***a its the truth You don't wear kahkis with Timberland boots, or Air force ones Juss Cortez and Chucks, you copy-cat punks The thunda's official on California Soil Made him ma** destruction and termoil You ain't got weapons of ma** destruction on you And I'ma make you leak like gallons of oil [Chorus] [Verse 2] Think just because you got diamonds you n***az is shynin' Ya diamonds will get motherf**ers to firin' I'm tired of watchin BET And all I really see is imataions of me And everything that we used to be They used to say we couldnt Gang Bang on TV But now-a-days thats all I see n***a im Pharatic in a G'd up fashion With a pa**ion for dumpin' and blastin' A terrorist n***a The most wanted Gotti Bin Laden for ridin' Homicidal vibes is the object My objective strategic selective I'm back home n***a so mark off your sections I got all bad news, Make n***az move, Relocate to a different state I get sh** dumpin' like motherphukkin Austrailian Kangaroos I got all the tools, from the homies that Crippin' n***a to pirus I'm the fire fly n***a, I'ma show what happens when 5 fly n***a n***a I ain't no b**h, And I'ma tell you b**h n***az just like this n***a [Chorus] [Verse 3] So what you know about rollin' these streets so deep Juss G to a T n***a rollin on 3's What you know about Gang Bangin' n***a Or are you just imatating Gang Bangin' n***a Some of these n***az might go for it 20 others just sit back and ignore it But not us from Tha Raw motherf**eraa Gotta let you b**h n***az know motherf**eraa We Ride these Streets, All Weeks Hood than a motherf**er ZEEET ZEEEET !! Bangin these streets What you know about us What about you n***a We don't know about you What you really wanna what you wanna Really bout to do [Chorus x2] [Outro] Motherf**er, Every n***a you rolled wit Every n***a you f** wit n***a It's Gotti Bin Laden, Gotti Adolf Hitler n**uh Paul Vitti Stallone, Ne Ohafa, The Juggaknot Hannibal the 8th, Gotti Vorhees n***a, f** y'all KURUPT! s**aa a** n***az, yeah d**h Row