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Snoop Dogg - Daylyt Vs Tsu Surf Lyrics

[Round 1: Daylyt]
This is marriage cuz ('cause)
They put two Crips in the ring
But for B, Blood is gonna pour
The hood real, they would (wood) kill, no term might (termite)
Cause they be buggin' galore
But there's a difference between us brother man
I'm from the motherland
Where the streets thuggin' for war
And these marks part of the beat start
That explains why I see (C/sea) frontin' (front end) for sure (shore)
But this is where the front end
After I give you that good old fashioned grill whippin'
Let me ask you
Bein' coached, how does it feel?
You're stuck in that triangle
Second best on the Bull-shit, for real pimpin' (Pippen)
I told you, I got a grip on defeat (da feet), but ya still (steel) slippin'
The kids bust not too far from ya camp is (campus) why we still (steel) in the field trippin'
Did I mention? Our hoods really at war
And this is somethin' we can settle y'all
You know, at a little comedy show we can get richer off our priors (Richard Prior)
So if we let one of the Nuts, fire, hit you
Hell, it'll lead to the big devil ball
Peace treaty?
They say the plans set
Yeah in the hood I remain Megaman pet; Flower Power
On top of that casket
See we rose for death but killin' our own (chrome) nigga
Now that I'm grown nigga
I just wanna show the world how much I've grown nigga
I know my rights is wrong nigga
And if the right nigga was here it would be on nigga
The electrocute the flow but I came from Manute Bol
I'm hopin' we can get along nigga
But if we can't...then I gotta lay the whole house flat
Drop off
[Round 1: Tsu Surf]
The funny part about all this
I don't think you even feel yourself
I apologize to all my fans I know, I usually don't deal with help
But good, we'll hunt him (Good Will Hunting) down 'til that steel is felt
Rest in peace Robin Williams
Another bitch I doubt, fire (Doubtfire); kill yaself
I can give a fuck what happened
I would never want to be the light of the situation
Cause that could only lead to a reverend over a body making light of the situation
I was watchin' ya old battles
That's when I realized somethin' wasn't right
Like, everything you give us, the public, is in total contrast of ya life like
Your Spawn mask for instance, but the Spawn never came out in light ('Lyt)
So I feel like I can't call you "Day", I just gotta call you "Night"
Well, I got some lil' niggas rollin' round tryin' to ride Night
I gave 'em all Steves
That's codeword for that Job, Night
MAC, .9's, TEC's, e'rything when they ride, Night
OT straps
You can't wield these Texas Tech's (TECs), you ain't Bob, (K)Night
Who the fuck would wanna do this?
I would want to live instead
Bigga nigga, bigger grave, you know bigger bed
Alive, but you sleep, machine beep, you just live in head
Fightin' for ya life, Night, but Living Dead
You see four niggas wit' me, it ain't the Pips and I ain't glad it's night (Gladys Knight)
Snoop said, "You got light ('Lyt)", but look at 'Lyt light, so I'm glad it's night
Fuck a plane, I would've took a train, I swear to God on Gladys Knight
To put this boy in a bag I'll glad this knight
Put a sleeping bag, and a change of clothes, he gonna get it right
Mama don't care, as long as I'm not gettin' life
At his door, low, Unc', that's how nigga's fight
He open up I flip him around, that's how you spend (spin) the Night
New black and silvers
Danny Green and Patty Mills, and it ain't a long story
Beef? I let that semi spray like a nine month pregnant bitch
I'm droppin' any Day' now
If them coroners gotta tell his mama what I did with that shotty
She gonna sound like Tay Roc identifyin' that body
[Round 2: Daylyt]
The pop
And if you break shit down
You gon' die, just (digest), accept the dream
Paramedics come here and aid when you get sprayed with that death machine
You see money scratched off
Lottery, you gotta respect the power he block, don't try to reject that
Set facts
Life, we can join (conjoin) brother and that'll help us get our connect back
To win my spot in the hood
But it's all good
I don't down you foreigner
Cause if a shoot out is what you Wanted
You can get hit from a bullet from around the corner
Couldn't get past the bio, sad shit is I gotta [?]
Another sire [?], another king's vault, dream staling
You seen ballin' [?], he'll realize we can heal, for the team
Or it's, unity
Power
60 threats
We can put fear in these cowards
And when our powers combine
That don't make Captain Planet it make black power

[Round 2: Tsu Surf]
I think you pussy
Like vagina, straight twat
Do anything for attention, bitch, and I hate thots
Fuck a drive-by, you deserve a face shot
I took the picture boss, not Jewish just wonder when I die, how much my pen'll cost (Pentecost)
Find out we track and I'm there like you ain't gotta block no more
No sales, no PC, this ain't ya spot no more
Cop some big shit, ain't rollin' wit' a Glock no more
He question that red laser, he turn into Craig Sager
That mean you ain't callin' shots no more
If you know that I'm serious, why play and push me?
Got some hitters that'll hit him for some molly and kush
I'm talkin' whole pound from Africa some Somalian kushy
Push me? These bullets doin' more than vibratin' pussies
You ain't a dumb nigga, you a smarter clown
I'll show you a round (around) like you ain't from this part of town
Grape Street Crip
Watts, right?
You from Jordan Down, bro I got somethin' in the trunk to lift Jordan down/up
Ain't even know it was a projects, I thought I heard Jordan down the block
They'll see 23 from deep, like a sighting from Jordan down the block
This position I put you in (Ewing) is the spin and bang, I'm Jordan on the block
Bred with the .9's on the strength like I was sellin' Jordans on the block
Niggas take everything for a joke
Why take me to make it matter?
I'll bomb ten (Bompten) in his car like YG's favorite rapper
[Round 3: Daylyt]
On my Pursuit Of Happyness I carry Seven Pounds
The town now say, I Am Legend
I reply, "Soon...I Will be."
I stay with my dawg (dog)
And the purpose is, when the sun unsurface Surf, these niggas kill and murder
Step one foot on the realest turf
They let Tsu play and turn too fake
He gonna go back to Jersey with his feelings hurt
Ya hood ain't nothin' like Watts

[Round 3: Tsu Surf]
I'm not one these square niggas
Don't impress me with that gang shit
I'm from a neighborhood that only respect neighborhoods so I could give a fuck 'bout what you bang bitch
I'll bring 192 hours, that's eight days
Niggas really had to keep eight treys for them Eight Treys
I grew up around Brims, Crazy Hats day at school
Boy you'll see more caps than Crazy Hat day at school
Set on set wreck, I don't care if the kids there
Know some 20's that'll die for Long Beach like they live there
Wait...you went and fought Dizaster cause him and his mans jumped Math
Hey Dizaster, you got the wrong bros
Scotty Pippen, whoever Jordan Down, I'm right there with that long nose
While he talk about his hammers
Cause he really had to let that hammer go
Not even cause he wanted to, Mariah Carey, I just had to let that Cannon go