Get Out My Way

[Intro]

Hello, hello, hello

D-O-G-G C-H-I-T

Daz and Kurupt, Tha Dogg Pound, trick...

[Verse 1: Kurupt]

We open, nigga, trip and we smokin' niggas

Slappin' and soakin' niggas, Lee Iacoca, nigga

All for the coca, nigga, servin' and swervin'

Purgin', and Daz start choking niggas all outside of Kroger, nigga

Cock it and roast a nigga

I'm outside of the club waiting 'til it's all over

Figures

Is flying all over the water, all over the water

And both the triggers is ready for squeezin'

Nigga, kick that cheese in, bodies all spread out

Laid down all over the ground, nobody's leaving

Breathing, showin' niggas what I believe in

Get the fuck out my face unless you talking 'bout bread, nigga

Get what I said, yeah, move or get beat the fuck up

[Chorus: Daz Dillinger & Kurupt]

Get out my way, what you gon' do?

I'ma bomb on your homie, I'ma bomb on you

Get out my way, what the fuck you gon' do?

I'ma smash on this undercover busta nigga too

Get out my way, what you gon' do?

I got five in the chamber, nigga, ready to shoot through

Get out my way, what you gon' do? (What?)

What you gon' do? (What?)

What you gon' do?

[Verse 2: Daz Dillinger]

It's getting crowded in this bitch, I need some elbow room

Elbow 'em, make 'em land on their tailbone

Use my muscle, tune haters out, use my hustle

Instructed to listen, watch y'all, do my puzzle

Piece it to the stool, bomb leaves, got a couple

Heaters, and I use my tool not tuck 'em

Reach 'em only when it's necessary

Cherry poppin' your woman in the Chevy, aw fuck it

Forget y'all bustas like to cuff 'em, keep 'em, I'm a pimp

I don't love 'em, I teach 'em to make room (haters what you gon' do?)

Can't move, duct taped, strapped down

Screaming my people coming with them gats out, screaming out...

[Chorus: Daz Dillinger & Kurupt]

Get out my way, what you gon' do?

I'ma bomb on your homie, I'ma bomb on you

Get out my way, what the fuck you gon' do?

I'ma smash on this undercover busta nigga too

Get out my way, what you gon' do?

I got five in the chamber, nigga, ready to shoot through

Get out my way, what you gon' do? (What?)

What you gon' do? (What?)

What you gon' do?

[Interlude: Daz Dillinger]

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

[Verse 3: Kurupt]

Move muh'fucka, give me some space

Before I punch ya ass in the motherfuckin' face

Bitch ass nigga, mark ass nigga

I got these hollow tips in your hood, names all on it

Rollin' on chrome, follow niggas home

Hennessy, Patrón, dookie brown Brougham

Body to body chippin', Dogg Pound Crippin'

Roll, ride and tippin', side to side and clippin'

[Verse 4: Daz Dillinger]

Yes, you run, nigga, better vacate

Space right here, hater-free, hate me

From a far distance, y'all niggas are ridiculous

Thinking y'all can stick with the same thing, yeah, we taking, yeah

Plus I keep the ganja leaf up in the air, player

I ain't playin', wit'cha, I don't care, nigga, anywhere

Plus, inconsistent, bust up at a distance

Nigga, this is for my thug niggas...

Come on...

[Chorus: Daz Dillinger & Kurupt]

Get out my way, what you gon' do?

I'ma bomb on your homie, I'ma bomb on you

Get out my way, what the fuck you gon' do?

I'ma smash on this undercover busta nigga too

Get out my way, what you gon' do?

I got five in the chamber, nigga, ready to shoot through

Get out my way, what you gon' do? (What?)

What you gon' do? (What?)

What you gon' do?

[Outro: Daz Dillinger]

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

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