Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Daz Dillinger
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Composer
Delmar Arnaud
Composer
Jaron Alston
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Producer
John Horesco IV
Recording Engineer
Tadd Mingo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Phil Tan
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm tired of **** talkin' shit like Daz this, Daz that
Daz that **** so you **** better back, back
Or get clapped, I ain't trippin', got the clip in
Smokin' bomb while I'm whippin' and you know I'm steady Crippin'
Steady grippin' on that nina trigger finger
In between ya if I stroke ya then them hollows come and steam ya
And motherfuckers know I'm still who I was
If I ain't changed for the crackers, why change for the thugs?
I'm ridin' chrome, 24's, 25, 26's
Smokin' while we hollerin' at some bitches
We gettin' twisted with the law on my back
With a white Desert Eagle in the floor of the 'Llac
I charge **** whatever to do a song now
Why wouldn't I homie, I'm from the Dogg Pound
And I ain't gotta wave the four around
'Cause on anybody's street, cats know it's a Dogg town
[Verse 2]
One gat's all that I need to put you to rest
Pump-pump, put two slugs dead in your chest
One gun is all that I need, all all that I need
All that I need to put you to rest
All that I need to put you to rest
Pump-pump, put two slugs dead in your chest
One gun is all that I need, all all that I need
All that I need to put you to rest
[Verse 3]
Now when you see me and I'm fresh off the plane
With a pack of the Hait in my hand
And I'm just 'bout to blaze it up
****, I don't give a fuck
Prince of the West, blue star on my Chucks
Yeah, I'm still hittin' and dippin'
Fill tip in the clip and we ain't never been cool
And I ain't friends with your crew, I don't care who you know
Motherfucker, I'm against what you do
It ain't a bone in your body that I won't break
Stone that I won't take, mash your face until your dome ache
I'm in the ring still standin'
The people's champ, I'm what they demandin'
We take the win, all you take is the LBC
We don't play that, bitch **** stay back
Or get your bitch ass laid back
By this Dogg Pound gangsta, simple and plain black
[Verse 4]
One gat is all that I need to put you to rest
Pump-pump, put two slugs dead in your chest
One gun is all that I need, all all that I need
All that I need to put you to rest
One gun is all that I need to put you to rest
Pump-pump, put two slugs dead in your chest
One gun is all that I need, all all that I need
All that I need to put you to rest
One gun is all that I need to put you to rest
Pump-pump, put two slugs dead in your chest
One gun is all that I need, all all that I need
All that I need to put you to rest
One gun is all that I need to put you to rest
Pump-pump, put two slugs dead in your chest
One gun is all that I need, all all that I need
All that I need to put you to rest
Written by: Delmar Arnaud, Jaron Alston, Jermaine Dupri Mauldin