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lirik lagu the regime (collective) - here we come

[intro: dj fingaz]
dj fingaz, your favorite dj’s favorite dj, f~ckin’ linked up with the west coast’s finest, regime, yukmouth, all out war volume 1, you b~tch ass motherf~ckers

[chorus: [?] & yukmouth]
here we come
tatted with dragons and mashin’ like assassins
here we go
to get it crackin’ from east oakland to manhattan
here we come
kansas city, new jers, cleveland to los angles
here we go
long beach to the dirty, my n~ggas all scandalous
here we come
big guns, big funds, n~ggas on the run
here we go
big hunnid round drums, automatic guns
here we come
we get it poppin’ while you b~tch n~ggas shuck and drive
here we go
it’s our year, motherf~ckers better run and hide

[verse 1: poppa lq]
we the regime contemplating and plottin’ to takeover
you f~ggots don’t have a choice but to hand the cake over
either roll wit us or get rolled over
we’ll have you hog tied in the back of a range rover
a pack of hungry wolves with long fangs and hoove
thirsty and hungry and straight up outta the hood
regime, thug lordz, west coast mafia
united forces, there ain’t a government stoppin’ us
and we ain’t allies or friends with none of ya’ll
no we don’t wanna break bread or share with none of ya’ll
we don’t care for none of ya’ll, we dare one of ya’ll
n~gga, we ain’t tryna fight fair with none of ya’ll
we tryna separate a head from one of ya’ll
or gun one of ya’ll with this infa~red on one of ya’ll
ya c~ck~suckin’, dirty motherf~ckers
ya’ll gotta respect us but ya’ll don’t gotta love us
see some will ride with us and some will get left behind
some stayed down, some fell by the wayside
i’m tatted with this sh~t, this regime till i die
till my flesh burn in h~ll, all is well, n~gga
[chorus: [?] & yukmouth]
here we come
tatted with dragons and mashin’ like assassins
here we go
to get it crackin’ from east oakland to manhattan
here we come
kansas city, new jers, cleveland to los angles
here we go
long beach to the dirty, my n~ggas all scandalous
here we come
big guns, big funds, n~ggas on the run
here we go
big hunnid round drums, automatic guns
here we come
we get it poppin’ while you b~tch n~ggas shuck and drive
here we go
it’s our year, motherf~ckers better run and hide

[verse 2: gonzoe]
n~ggas calculate then gather they team, this ain’t a mc thing, it’s turf sh~t, ain’t nuttin’ between
i put a halo over your bean, now n~ggas gettin’ real tears and sh~t bags for holdin’ my cream
gun play to the most extreme, i get active, flippin’ the mattress, grabbing m16s
show a n~gga what the regime mean, hot sh~lls in his ass
or boxed in a quiet scene ([?])
your no match for the gats i bring
your girlie games, this street sh~t run deep in my veins, see you could
eat sh~t and keep the change, wit a hand grenade i got perfect aim, so
check your game when you speak my name or watch the hole in the barrel then feel the flame
i love war wounds, never feel the pain
i let n~ggas breathe but it ain’t the same
to watch n~ggas die when the dragon came
or flee the k!llers with savage brains
south central, n~gga, let the choppers rang
and fluctuate the price like a stock exchange
[chorus: [?] & yukmouth]
here we come
tatted with dragons and mashin’ like assassins
here we go
to get it crackin’ from east oakland to manhattan
here we come
kansas city, new jers, cleveland to los angles
here we go
long beach to the dirty, my n~ggas all scandalous
here we come
big guns, big funds, n~ggas on the run
here we go
big hunnid round drums, automatic guns
here we come
we get it poppin’ while you b~tch n~ggas shuck and drive
here we go
it’s our year, motherf~ckers better run and hide

[verse 3: yukmouth]
you ain’t sh~t without your homeboys (your homeboy)
i’m self~made, one of the west greatest
face it craig david, your boss makin’ fed statements
you n~ggas scared [?], y’all don’t want the tech blazin’
hospital bed shakin’, nightmares like wes craven
fo~fifth on my hip’ll leave ya chest caved in
and real pimps don’t trick, you just rest haven
for tyra and mae and n~gga, why you balla hatin’?
i blow ya wig out the headband like walter payton (hahaha)
i’m that n~gga that made that no limit tank stop, you ain’t pac
the 8 shots bl~~dy ya tank top (blap, blap, blap, blap, blap, blap)
i’m flaming hot, get kush from the [?] spot
banks not hotter than yuk, i got the game locked
jada party, me and game talk
i let him know that we after his boss, don’t get the game cross
he holdin’ his jewels like i’ma sn~tch his chain off (nah)
i’m playin’ with mills, rich, chilled, i’m paid, boss (see?)
i get my thug on in the club snub on my hip
now that ja gone ya’ll makin’ all the love songs (hehe)
and southside queens don’t need ya back
laid the surgery to leech ya tat, the regime is back (n~gga)
[chorus: [?] & yukmouth]
here we come
tatted with dragons and mashin’ (geah) like assassins
here we go
to get it crackin’ from east oakland to manhattan
here we come
kansas city, new jers, cleveland to los angles
here we go
long beach to the dirty, my n~ggas all scandalous
here we come
big guns, big funds, n~ggas on the run
here we go
big hunnid round drums, automatic guns
here we come
we get it poppin’ while you b~tch n~ggas shuck and drive
here we go
it’s our year, motherf~ckers better run and hide

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