Set It Off - Dennis Christopher



     
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Set It Off Lyrics


Real nigga shit, now I'm 'bout to show you how the West coast rock
Real nigga shit, now I'm 'bout to show you how the West coast rock
Real nigga shit
Here come The Villain again, grab your hoe and get the fuck outta town
This nigga shit make the world go round
It's that black nigga Ren, duck when I bust
Make Jada get on these nuts, make Will, love to cuss
You wanna fuck with us? Man, I wouldn't do it
Ask this nigga here, his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin' like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wrigh
Get the fuck out my site, I Ren-incarnate
Droppin' West coast shit in every motherfuckin' state
Motherfuckin' legend, y'll niggaz be knowin'
You can leave yo' bitch and keep on goin'
I am Doggy Dogg bitch, beitch, love to hit a switch
Never hit a bitch, beitch, love that gangsta shit
Can I hear your flow? Can I fuck yo' hoe?

Boy you hard on 'em, nigga you ain't know?
When you testify, you got to keep it fly
A lot of niggaz lie, shit we do or die
E'ryday we high, it's like a nine to five
I got my nina my fo'-heata beata by my side
I keep it tucked close when I'm on the West coast, West coast
I keep it on post when I'm with my East coast folks locs, East coast
Y'all know what's crack-a-lackin'
I'm from the hood of the drivebys and kidnappin's and car-jackin's
Me and Snoop Dogg on the hog
On our way to the mall, fuck all a y'll
We gon' ball 'til we fall, watch the chrome crawl
Intercept these fine bitches 'cause we want 'em all
Droppin' drawers, poppin' coochie and lickin' balls
Only gangsta ass nigga follow nigga laws
Only gangsta ass bitches get to run the hogs
Only real ass niggaz get to set it off
Now, the way I gets off in that ass it's a sin to not assassin
Grab a microphone have flashbacks and start flashin', ahh
I'm bound to toast ya
String you up like you was on the Ponderosa
Sip on Mimosa do it that way 'cause I'm supposed ta
Now most of ya, don't measure up
I'll make it hot and turn the pressure up
Steamin', regular, nah supreme and I ain't gassed
I blow an MC away like Fox when I pass
Ain't nuttin' shitty about this here fuck around and that's that ass
Just like, grass I, I want more Green than the Goblin
Matter of fact I want more Bank than that chick that be modelin', uhh
My uzi weighs more than a single ton
I leave you single son, who wanna mingle not a single one
Hah, now tell me what you figure, nigga
Rob load up the show slow flow spitter
The hard hitter, uhh, the R nigga, roll
I break it down sweet then I bring it back slow
Me and Snoop Dogg on the hog
On our way to the mall, fuck all a y'll
We gon' ball 'til we fall, watch the chrome crawl
Intercept these fine bitches 'cause we want 'em all
Droppin' drawers, poppin' coochie and lickin' balls
Only gangsta ass nigga follow nigga laws
Only gangsta ass bitches get to run the hogs
Only real ass niggaz get to set it off
Nigga that was dumb diggy diggy dumb dumb
Here them niggaz come kiddy kiddy come come
I think a nigga sprung spriggy spriggy sprung sprung
Probably why he done diggy diggy done done
Yo' lady think I'm cute, I be knockin' her boots
When she's away from home, she be swallowin' juice
You thinkin' that's yo' son but he ain't lookin' like you
See the barrel of a gun, nigga whatcha gon' do? Set it off
Niggaz pop mo' shit while we drop mo' shit
Continously, nigga nigga please
Slang yo' ki's, birdies and trees
You can catch me and my niggaz, overseas
Shootin' the breeze with a cute Vietnamese
Or was she Lebanese? I think she Chinese
It really don't matter 'cause they all on they knees
It's somethin' 'bout these motherfuckin' West coast G's
Make that cheese when the cops come you bet' not freeze
Blast on 'em like the Genovese, they yo' enemies
Lock you up and fuck you up
Talk shit to you beat you down then cuff you up
And leave you in a cell stuffed, damn
I ain't got no money for bail that's real as fuck, f'real
Tryin' to get a meal ticket and kick it
Chill, catch a plane to Spain or maybe Brazil
On the real can you feel me?
Yeah, yeah, set it off, it's Kurupt Young Gotti
Doin' it big for all y'all suckers
We set it off, Snoop Dogg, it's 'Tha Last Meal'
Last time y'll suckers gon' eat off my big homeboy
We set it off, we set it off, West coast

Enjoy the lyrics !!!
Dennis Christopher is dj/producer and one half of the duo behind projects like Rockefeller, Beatfreakz, Steve Farris, White Man Don't Funk.

Ever since he discovered the groove records of his dad at age 5, he knew he was on to something. When the 80’s sounds hit his radio speakers Dennis Christopher was in love with the synthesizer sound. He set out to combine everything he knew and started his voyage into the unknown.....

At high school he started playing his records on friends parties and even played at several small clubs and this is were he learned how to mix. Dennis Christopher has played in a variety of clubs and private parties worldwide, from the Netherlands to South Africa and from the U.S. to Turkey.

Since March 2005 Dennis Christopher has signed a record deal with Spinnin’ Records and finally has found a place where he can vent all his energy and musicality. DJ’s like Stonebridge, Judge Jules, Danny Rampling, Paul van Dijk, Ericke E, Marnix, Curtis Zack, Lewis Dene, Prinz, Rob Boskamp and more picked up his sound quickly and spin his records worldwide in clubs and radioshows......

Dennis Christopher’s music can be described as a vibrant, funky and naughty sound which has the crowd moving in no time! He truly interacts with his audience and brings out the best in everybody..
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