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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[Dr. Dre]
Yo yo whassup man? Yo man gimme some of that old..
gangsta ass shit, y’knahmsayin?
Some shit I can just kick back
and smoke a fat-ass joint to, y’knahmsayin?
Ehehehahahahtchktchk
Hell yeah! Know what I’m talkin about?
I like that old gangsta shit
Cause you know it’s a lot of niggaz out there
woofin all that bullshit talkin bout they got this and got that
Talkin louder than a motherfucker but ain’t sayin shit
Heh.. y’knowhatI’msayin?

{*Lady of Rage vocals in the background while Dre speaks:
"Come come come again, come come come again, get wit da wickedness" (6X)
"Come.. come.. come.. come.. come.. come.. get wit da wickedness"
"Come come come again, come come come again, get wit da wickedness" (4X)*}

[Dr. Dre]
Yeah nigga I see your lips quiverin
but you ain’t sayin a motherfuckin thang
But my niggaz, I got my niggaz in the motherfuckin he-ouse
and they gon’ tell you what’s REALLY goin on
Got my motherfuckin nigga RBX — definitely in this motherfucker
I got my nigga Daz in this motherfucker
Ready to kick some real shit, knahmsayin?
And that lil’ shit you hear in the background — that’s my homegirl Rage
So RBX kick this shit

[RBX]
Seven execution style murders
I have no remorse cause I’m the fuckin murderer
Haven’t you ever heard of a killer?
{***LOUD EXPLOSION***} I drop bombs like Hiroshima
So now I walk around strapped
One-time bust they caps and watch niggaz collapse
Snap! Adapt to this, but you need no adapter
This is just the first chapter
in a book from a crook
You get caught slippin, yo’ ass gots ta die
Nigga, tell me what the fuck you figure?
Trigger, happy RBX to cap ya
PUMP PUMP, and I can’t wait to bust a round
PUMP PUMP, my hollow point smacks the clown
Cause what I said split his head
And now they got me runnin from the Feds
But I refuse to go alive
It’s kill or be killed, that’s how real niggaz survive
I’m high powered!

[Daz]
Yeah!
It’s Daz that mass-murderin motherfucker
So what you feel like you wanna get caught up?
Fool you better recognize
Death Row came to chastise
So if you cross the Row
Remember the first name is Death
No love for the other side

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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Artist: dr. dre featuring rbx, dat nigga daz, lady of rageintro: dr. dre (lady of rage)

Yo yo whut sup?
Yo man, give me some of that ol’ gangsta shit, y’knowhuti’msayin?
Some shit i can just kick back to, smoke a fat ass joint to
Youknowhuti’msayin? he hahahahahahaha
Hell yeah! you know what i’m talkin about?
I like that ol’ gangsta shit
Cuz you know it’s a lot of niggas out there
Woofin all that bullshit talkin ‘bout they got this and got that
Talkin louder than a motherfucker but ain’t sayin shit
Heh y’knowhuti’msayin?
(dem come witta, dem come witta, dem come wit da wickedness)
Yeah nigga i see your lips quiverin
But you ain’t sayin a motherfuckin thing
For my niggas, i got my niggas in the motherfuckin he-ouse
And they gon’ tell yo’ what’s really goin on
Got my motherfuckin nigga rbx…definitely in this motherfucker
I got my nigga daz in this motherfucker ready to kick some real shit
Y’knowhuti’msayin?
And that lil’ shit cha hear in the background, that’s my homegirl rage
So rbx kick this shit

[rbx]
Seven execution style murders
I have no remorse cuz i’m the fuckin murderer
Haven’t you ever heard of a killer?
I drop bombs like hiroshima
So now i walk around strapped
One-time bust they caps and watch niggas collapse
Snap! adapt to this but you need no adapter
This is just the first chapter
In a book from a crook
You get caught slippin yo’ ass gots ta die
Nigga, tell me what the fuck you figure?
Trigger? happy rbx to cap ya
Pop pop and i can’t wait to bust a pound
Pop pop my hollow points smacks the clown
Cuz what i said split his head
And now they got me runnin from the feds
But i refuse to go alive
It’s kill or be killed, that’s how real niggas survive
I’m high powered!

Outro: dat nigga daz

Yeah!
It’s daz that mass-murderin motherfucker
So what you feel like you wanna get caught up?
Fool you better recognise
Death row came to chastise
So if you cross the row
Remember the first name is death
No love for the other side

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Dr. Dre

Dr. Dre

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão


(intro):
Yeah, this is speezie ace black bossalinie
Fetty chico, shiznilty
I just wanna say i got love for all you haters out there
Cause if it wasn’t for y’all, we wouldn’t be real players
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha…

(verse 1):
We’re comin’ in group with mob tactics and game
Ghetto soldiers when we step on the scene
Flossin’ diamonds flashin’ red beams
My squad like the s.w.a.t. team
Security areas scopin’ i’m with the fourteen
By any means cream rules everything
Money is power rather die like a soldier than
Live my life as a coward
How many players spit the real hits?
How many ballers you know that you makin’ scrill with?
Haters be actin’ like the game is gone
But they ain’t open they eyes
I’ve been spendin’ dead presidents since they was alive
It’s like newport to g.p.c.
Generic haters get smoked quick up because they cheep
We yay deep like a shark i pull you under the water
Get you caught up in some thug (shhhh…)
Steady mobbin’ and stackin’ chips in the dirty bay
Suit angles and hittin’ switches thugs ain’t your average
Marks just give up all they cabbage
See the big fish eat up the guppies
It’s like real big dogs to little pound puppies
.22 to a .50 cal.(iber) got ‘em curious
But my style was a problem child
Robbin’ banks when i was juvenile
I told my p.o. (parole officer) i wouldn’t give him no drama
But if they try to take my life i’m dumpin’, that’s on my momma
And my little girl the world is pre-timers
Waitin’ for a player like me to get behind her
High powered

(chorus):
High-high-high-high-high

(skit over chorus):
[…yeah playboy, real players lovin’ to ball
Natural born riders
From the womb to the tomb
We’re real about this
We at this
Immortalized, high powered for life
We don’t die we multiply
Thugs – energized like them batteries
Ball for this moblife, move with thugs…]

(verse 2):
My life is all women and money
But the money come over women
I’m a worldwide self-made mob figure
Ain’t no room for suckers duckin’ the undercovers
Keep my strap on the side for the others who hate to love us
Wanna be us, but they can’t see us
>from a womb to the tomb i’m th-a-th-a-thugged out as a fiend is
Born sinnin’ in a world of yea-dealers
Pretty women dickin’ in us niggas twirkin’ off bomb and liquor
Hit the front page of st. louis time’s
High speed’n westside patna
Felons committin’ felonies and got the atf all on my jock
[??] cussin’ back at smilin’ will never stop
We gotta duck see i’m callin’ 4 or 5 different ghetto names
Bossalinie, fetty chico, shiznilty, ebonic slang
Sported a rim since a b.g. original bossalinie
I’m tatted up thugged out bulletproofed wearin’ a beanie
Where the westside at?
Where the eastside at?
Where the north where the south where the westside at?
We’re .50 caliber players mo’ fools is .22’s
Murder next to my marrow killin’ up streets with the blues
Bossalinie, fetty chico, been around since ’89
Steady .9-technism thuggism from the mind
To the suckers who ain’t knowin, that’s just too damned bad
I’m from the killa kali westside
Where we ridin’ for cash, i’m high powered

(chorus):
High-high-high-high-high

(skit over chorus)
[…they ain’t gon win, they can’t win
We’re ridin’ for ever, they can’t win
Patna, you just can’t win
We’re high powered
You ain’t nuthin but high coward
It’s 1999, peep speezie ace black bossalinie
Fetty chico, shiznilty
Immortalized
Blaooooooooow !!!!!…………………..]

(chorus til end)
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