[Chorus] We are, Tha Row We oh, the hoes We are, Tha Row We oh, the hoes
[Eastwood talking] Tha Row Dogghouse is some Fuck 'em Representing Tha Row nigga How you gon' yell fuck Kurupt and Suge nigga You bitch ass nigga You started over here you hooker ass nigga Fuck all y'all niggas
[Eastwood] It ain't nothing but murder And Suge been running you bitch niggas for years Where's the realness at, why the fuck you popped up and disappear? What, you niggas wasn't gangsta enough for the row? Spittin envy on your record Snoop Dogg you a hoe How could you ever be a leader? When don-won got you twirlin' your bouton like a fucking cheerleader Too small for the white beader When I catch you slippin', I'm trippin', and dippin' Nigga you still ain't crippin' With a death row wife, and death row kids And everybody knowin' that spanky ain't his, I heard you got cancer so you stopping your smoke Looking like you got aids for being Dr. Dre hoe Now it's too late you weenie ass nigga, you done dissed You old puny motha fucker you ain't fucking up shit And I put that on my row chain nigga, when I see you I'm knocking you out Bee-yatch!
[Chorus] We are, Tha Row We oh, the hoes We are, Tha Row We oh, the hoes
[Eastwood talking in the background] Soopafly fuck you Daz Dillinger fuck you Snoop Dogg eat a dick
[Spider] We don' tried to kick back and be humble with the hoe The whole world know you don't wanna rumble with the row Pick up the magazine while I stumble in the sto' These bitch ass niggas is mumbling some more Complaining like girls rumble the row bro Slow with the tongue and you fumble with the flow Tray Dee told me that you's a bitch Snoop Dogg In the streets, he don't fuck around with Goldie But it's a trip cause he's supposed to be y'all hogg And that nigga was a PC'd up parolie I'm a neighborhood factor, homeboy you's an actor Ask yo main squeeze who really attract her Smoking sticks and stones, your words can't hurt the hogg Daz bitch ass snitching in the Murder Dog Either further y'all nigga tried to end his life Cause the homie was runnin' dick all in his wife That's some real shit Too hard for Delmar to deal with He needs to quit, and bow down to a real Crip Double O.G. is you smokin, you ain't loc'in Nuttin' but that Eastside of Long Beach tokin Run out by the thugs that was really provoken the beef And know the truth from the moment it's spoken I'm chokin' out you hoes, leavin' your shirt soakin' with blood Bad Azz know jaws get broken
[Ganxsta Ridd] Once upon a time on the row West Coast There was a rapper name Snoop with extended cornrolls He would always bark about this and that When it came down to it that man would never scrap He had a crew he rolled with yea them Dogg house cats He called you niggas snoopy groupies how loyal was that Now kick back and smoke give you something to think about Your boy Snoop don' play Russian roulette with his mouth Wasn't thinking bout the diss till we heard Pimp Slapp'd Now it's all about 45 Glocks and Macs Who you gon slap Crook, who you gon slap Kurupt You ain't slapping shit Eastwood'll fuck you up Yea and the homies ain't crumbs off your table We Row inmates so fuck yo label I'm the G-A-N-X-S-T-A, GANXSTA Fuck a Snoop Dogg on the tribe I'ma bang ya
[Chorus] We are, Tha Row We oh, the hoes We are, Tha Row We oh, the hoes
[Eastwood talking] Yea nigga haha Pimp Slapp'd How you gon' pimp slap a nigga, nigga when you too small for the wifebeater haha Yea, that shit funny as hell Sucker ass nigga Eat a dick nigga, this Tha Row nigga Huh now back to some important shit
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“Tha Row (Y'all Hoes)” was featured on the soundtrack to Eddie Griffin’s documentary and stand-up comedy film DysFunktional Family. The soundtrack was released through the newly reformed Death Row Records, at the time known as Tha Row Records, in March 2003.
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