Face To Face - Tha Dogg Pound

Face to face, you’re in my space

And this time we cut right down to the chase

I’m respected, I’ma be collectin'

I’ma handle mine 'til it’s perfected

Face to face, you’re in my space

And this time we cut right down to the chase

I’m respected, I’ma be collectin'

I’ma handle mine 'til it’s perfected

Talon tucker and a greater rhyme dumper

Me and Snoopy just dippin', bangin' on these muthafuckas

Off the 'urple in this bitch, bangin' on these little bustas

We gon' show you niggas how you s’posed to twerk the little hustle

Nigga, watch, learn, and see what the K hit

'Cause when we hit the party, shit gets archaic

Gators, perms, Deuce and a Quarters

G shit, pimp shit, always crack a bitch shit

Next time I see a bitch I might place an order

Like, 'bitch, make sure you meet me in about a quarter

And make sure you bring the Henn, bring about a quarter

'Cause I’m tryna smoke, bitch, and that’s an order

I’m too DPG’d up, little pony

Your big homeboy got socked by my little homie

I got a 6−6 Impala, top dollar

I pop more than my collar if your bitch is tryna holla

Face to face, you’re in my space

And this time we cut right down to the chase

I’m respected, I’ma be collectin'

I’ma handle mine 'til it’s perfected

I had dreams of a pimp mixed with a little player

Up all night, see, other kids couldn’t stay up

Drink with my momma all day, Schlitz Malt

And go into the liquor, steal and get caught

«Ring My Bell,» first record that I bought

I learned how to squab hangin' at King Park

My homeboy D-Dawg, he turned me onto B-ball

And then he threw me a sack, said 'this how we ball'

And before you know it

If it’s money on the Eastside, I gotta go get it, I’m down for it

Fly as a muh’fucka, hoes know it

I gangbang on the sizide and down to show it

I came from nickels to dubs, I did that

On the wrong side, now I’m on the right side

Used to say he wouldn’t ride, now you say he might ride

Nigga fell in love with the late night, dub life, hood life

Now tell me what it look like

So poor, sleeping on the floor, not a good life

Is what we reach for every day

Player, that’s the only way a nigga wanna play

I can’t fuck with the bitch if she don’t pay

Money, attention, attention, money

Lick your thumbs and peel mine back

It’s real like that 'cause I feel like that

Face to face, you’re in my space

And this time we cut right down to the chase

I’m respected, I’ma be collectin'

I’ma handle mine 'til it’s perfected

You know I’m back hustlin', got to get it on

Ain’t no, ain’t no stoppin', gotta ball 'til I fall

Armor All my tires, shine 'em up, rims, nigga, ain’t nothin'

Big faces, homeboy, in the ride straight jumpin'

6−6 swervin' down the highway

Yeah, your bitch, yeah, she doin' it my way

Gotta respect it or catch a hot one in a second

I get stupid for the fetish, get G’d up 'cause I’m breadish

Where you headed, homie?

Yeah, no one knows

I’ll keep it to myself 'cause bullshit is bad for a nigga health

I asked the question last week, yeah, how did it felt

When I had to grab the AK straight off the shelf (Blaow!)

I spray you down, lay you down, stay around

Be found, slumped, dead, homie, all the way 'cross town

This is what is, G shit on the set

We stay connected, disrespect it and we break your neck, cuz

Face to face, you’re in my space

And this time we cut right down to the chase

I’m respected, I’ma be collectin'

I’ma handle mine 'til it’s perfected