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Songs: Lolo (intro), The Watcher, Fuck You, Still D.R.E., Big Ego’s, Xxplosive, What’s the Difference, Bar One, Light Speed, Forgot About Dre, The Next Episode, The Next Episode (Instrumental), Let’s Get High, Bitch Niggaz, The Car Bomb, Murder Ink, Ed‐ucation, Some L.A. Niggaz, Pause 4 Porno, Housewife, Ackrite, Bang Bang, The Message, The Chronic (intro), Fuck Wit Dre Day (and Everybody's Celebratin'), Let Me Ride, The Day the Niggaz Took Over, Nuthin' but a "G" Thang, Deeez Nuuuts, Lil' Ghetto Boy, A Nigga Witta Gun, Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat, The $20 Sack Pyramid, Lyrical Gangbang, High Powered, The Doctor's Office, Stranded on Death Row, The Roach (The Chronic Outro), Bitches Ain't Shit, Lolo (Intro) (Instrumental), The Watcher (Instrumental), Still D.R.E. (Instrumental), Big Ego's (Instrumental), Xxplosive (Instrumental), What's The Difference (Instrumental), Bar One (Instrumental), Light Speed (Instrumental), Forgot About Dre (Instrumental), Let's Get High (Instrumental), Murder Ink (Instrumental), Pause 4 Porno (Instrumental), Housewife (Instrumental), Ackrite (Instrumental), Bang Bang (Instrumental), The Message (Instrumental), Bitch Niggaz (Instrumental), Some L.A. Niggaz (Instrumental), The Next Episode ft. Snoop Dogg, Kurupt, Nate Dogg, Forgot About Dre ft. Eminem, Hittman, Let Me Ride, Intro, Talk About It, Genocide, It’s All on Me, All in a Day’s Work, Darkside / Gone, Loose Cannons, Issues, Deep Water, One Shot One Kill, Just Another Day, For the Love of Money, Satisfiction, Animals, Medicine Man, Talking to My Diary
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This is dedicated to the niggas that was down from day one Welcome to Death Row Like we always do about this time Yeah, nine-deuce Death Row Records Creepin' while your sleepin' Niggas with attitudes? Nah, loc Niggas on a motherfuckin' mission What up niggas and niggettes? That crazy ass nigga's back in the motherfuckin' hizzouse The notorious Compton G D.R.E. On the solo tip Fuck them other fools What up Ren? Yeah Droppin' Chronic flakes on yo' ass bitch West Coast flavor Niggas who talk shit Get dealt with real quick So if you wanna take a trip to the Row Let a nigga like Snoop Doggy Dogg know Protected by niggas wit big dicks, AK's and 187 skills So if it's a must you test us We can handle it in the streets nigga Fuck makin' records, yeah G's up hoes down If that bitch can't swim She bound to drizzown Peace to my nigga Drizze Another platinum hit nigga Peace to The D.O.C. Still makin' it funky enough And Death Row records is in full motherfuckin' effizzect Oh, yeah PS, fuck Mr. Roarke and Tattoo A.K.A. Jerry and Eazy Sincerely yours These motherfuckin' nuts I don't love Eazy I don't love Jerry I don't love Ruthless Records Frankly, I don't love nothin' they got to do with But, but, but you know what I want them to do for me? Jerry, Eazy, check this shit out here I want y'all to put these bizzalls in your jizzaws And work them like a strizzaw And tell me what you sizzaw Yeah, you know what? You know what? Fuck all y'all, fuck y'all Really though It's Death Row nigga You better ask somebody You really better ask somebody (Get out, get out, I don't love you no more) Yeah, nigga You's a penguin-lookin' motherfucker
Yeah, hell yeah, know what I'm sayin'? Yeah Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at? Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat Your dick on hard, from fuckin' your road dogs The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with Don't even respect your ass That's why it's time for the Doctor, to check your ass, nigga Used to be my homey, used to be my ace Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth Make you bow down to the row Fuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, little hoe Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide Let me ride, just another homicide Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on Stompin' on the Eazy'est streets that you can walk on So strap on your Compton hat, your locs And watch your back 'cause you might get smoked, loc And pass the bud, and stay low-key B.G. 'cause you lost all your homeys love Now call it what you want to You fucked with me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you Yeah, that's the fuck I'm talkin' about We have your motherfuckin' record company surrounded Put down the candy and let the little boy go You know what I'm sayin'? Punk motherfucker Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay Death Row's in the motherfuckin' house Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay The sounds of a dog brings me to another day Play, with my bone would ya Timmy It seems like you're good for makin' jokes about your jimmy Here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like I heard she was the 'Frisco Dyke But fuck your mama, I'm talkin' about you and me Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious And them rhymes you were kickin' were quite bootylicious You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy? With ya mama and your daddy hollin' Bay-Bee So won't they let you know That if you fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin' wit Death Row And I ain't even slangin' them thangs I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beotch Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach Together on this motherfucker So you wanna pop that shit Get yo motherfuckin' cranium cracked nigga Step on up now, we ain't no motherfuckin' Joke so remember the name Mighty, mighty D R yeah, motherfucker Now understand this my nigga Dre can't be touched Luke's bendin' over, so Luke's gettin' fucked Busta Musta, thought I was sleazy Or though I was a mark 'cause I used to hang with Eazy Animosity, made ya speak but ya spoke Ay yo Dre, whattup? Check this nigga off loc If it ain't another hoe that I got ta fuck with Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit With my nuts on ya tonsils While ya on stage rappin' at your wack-ass concerts And I'ma snatch your ass from the backside To show you how Death Row pull off that who ride Now you might not understand me 'Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami Then we gon' creep to South Central On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat You tryin' to check my homey, you better check yo self 'Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker Yeah, nine-deuce, Dr. Dre, dropin' chronic once again It don't stop, punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like Compton style nigga, Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin' house, yeah Long Beach in the motherfuckin' house, yeah, yeah Straight up, really doe Breakin' all you suckaz off somethin' real proper like You know what I'm sayin'? All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat dick Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick Luke, can eat a fat dick Yeah
Biatch! Eeeh, wha'ppen nuh baby You look good inna ya car, eeh Longtime mi watch ya and mi wah chat to ya And ya a gwaan like ya nuh wah chat to me So wha'ppen Dre, tell 'em weh di fuck a gwaan nuh Creepin' down the back street on D's I got my Glock cocked 'cause niggas want these No soon as I said it, seems I got sweated By some nigga with a TEC-9 tryin' to take mine You wanna make noise? Make noise I make a phone call, my niggas comin' like the Gotti boys Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day Rollin' in my four with 16 switches And got sounds for the bitches Clockin' all the riches, got the hollow points for the snitches So won't you just walk on by? 'Cause I'm too hard to lift And no, this ain't Aerosmith It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E from the CPT On a rhymin' spree, a straight G Hop back, as I pop my top, you trip I let the hollow points commence to pop, pop, pop Yeah, 'cause if it don't stop I'll have to put my shit in reverse, go back and take another spot 'Cause I'm- Rollin' in my six-four What all the niggas sayin'? Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what all the niggas sayin'?) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Just another motherfuckin' day for Dre, so I'll begin like this No medallions, dreadlocks or black fists It's just that gangsta glare with gangsta raps That gangsta shit makes a gangs of snaps, uh Word to the motherfuckin' streets And word to these hyped-ass lyrics and dope beats That I hit you with, that I get you with As I groove in my four on D's, hittin' the switches Bitches, relax, while I get my proper swerve on Bumpin' like a motherfucker, ready to get my serve on But before I hit the dope spot Gotta get the chronic, the Rémy Martin and my soda pop Now I'm smellin' like Indonesia Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers On my dick 'cause my four on hit Pancake, front and back, side to side, and all that shit So when I crawl, I comes correct Now if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check, nigga Now let the Chevrolet slide As I dip and make a trip to the south side, yeah Rollin' in my six-four What all the bitches sayin'? Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what all the motherfuckin' bitches sayin'?) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (know what I'm sayin'?) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Check this out The sun went down when I hit Slauson On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin' Checkin' my rearview 'cause niggas, they will do Jack moves, black fools 'cause I smack fools Tryin' to set me up for a two-eleven Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven But I don't represent no gangbang Some niggas like lynchin', but I just watch 'em hang So on and so on, why don't you let me roll on? I remember back in the days when I used to have to get my stroll on Didn't nobody wanna speak Now everybody peepin' out they window When they hear me beatin' up the street Is it Dre? Is it Dre? That's what they say every single motherfuckin' day Yo, but I ain't trippin', I'm just kickin' it While my D's keep spinnin' and these hoes keep grinnin' I'll be- Rollin' in my six-four What everybody sayin'? Swing down (swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride) and let me ride (hell yeah) Swing down (swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride) and let me ride (what everybody sayin'?) Swing down (swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride) and let me ride (hell yeah) Swing down (swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride) and let me ride Swing down (swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride) and let me ride Swing down (swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride) and let me ride Swing down (swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride) and let me ride Swing down (swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride) and let me ride
I'ma say this and I'ma end mine If you ain't down for the Africans here in the United States Period point blank, if you ain't down for theones that suffer in South Africa from apartheid and Shit devil you need tostep your punk ass to the side and let us brothers and us Africans step inand start puttin' some funk in that ass! Break 'em off somet'in' Break 'em off somet'in' Break 'em off somet'in' Break 'em off somet'in' Break 'em off somet'in' Break 'em off somet'in' Break 'em off somet'in' Break 'em off somet'in' I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why But livin' in the city it's do-or-die I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why But livin' in the city it's do-or-die They wonder where me bailin' and don't really understand The reason why they take me life and me? hand Me not out for peace and me not Rodney King Me gun goes click, me gun goes bang Them riot in Compton and them riot in Long Beach Them riot in they Lakers and don't really wanna see Niggaz start to loot and police start to shoot Lock it down at seven o'clock, then again it's like Beirut Me don't show no love cuz it's us against them Them never ever love me cuz it's sport to break them, And kill at my own risk if I may Delay to spray with my AK and put it to rest Yes we have There have been riots, ahh, rioting Well I don't wanna sayrioting but there's been looting downtown, but right now Bree What I wantto show you is, they have started fires down at the end of the street How many niggaz are ready to loot? Yeah, so what you wanna do? What you wanna do? I said how many niggas are ready to loot? Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9 What they told us today, in other words, you're still a slave No matter how much money you got, you still ain't shit Sittin' in my livin' room, calm and collected Feelin' that gotta-get-mine perspective Cuz what I just heard broke me in half And half the niggaz I know, plus the niggaz on the Row, is bailin' Laugh now but cry much later Ya see when niggaz get together they get mad cuz they can't fade us Like my niggas from South Central Los Angeles They found that they couldn't handle us Bloods, Crips on the same squad With the Ese's thumpin', nigga it's time ta rob and mob (And break the white man off somethin' lovely, biddy-bye-bye I don't love dem so they can't love me) Yo, straight puttin' down gettin' my scoot on It's jumpin' off in Compton so I gots ta get my loot on And come up on me some furniture or somethin' Got a VCR In the back of my car That I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet And motherfuckers better not try to stop me Cuz they will see that I can't be stopped Cuz I'ma cock my Glock and pop til they all drop There has been videotape and you can see of the, aah Some of the crowd throwing things at the officers And swinging at them as well Like there was a young woman there You see she took a swing at an officer with some object in her hand How many niggaz are ready to loot? Yeah, so what you wanna do? What you wanna do? I said how many niggas are ready to loot? Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9] I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why But livin in the city it's do-or-die I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why But livin in the city it's do-or-die One-time trigger happy, no nigga love 187 time, time to grab the glove Can't get prints so a 9 I throw away Or get prints so my Uzi wanna spray POP POP POP another motherfucker drop And I get relief like pop pop fizz Smash, I crashed his head like a window I ain't no dead do', I'm high off the indo Creepin' with the quickness to the cut Bust one to his head while he munches on that doughnut And crack up, so now he best to back up I guess I gots ta pack up, fillin' the clip up, I zip up- Town, the motherfuckin' cops are all around Helicopters flyin' These motherfuckers tryin' To catch me and stretch me on Death Row But hell no, the poor black refuse to go This is now covering a very, very wide area of Los Angeles Where thesefires have been, aah, ignited I mean, from here to the, aah, to the southend of South Central is a long way Break 'em off somet'in' Break 'em off somet'in' Break 'em off somet'in' Break 'em off somet'in' Break 'em off somet'in' Break 'em off somet'in' Break 'em off somet'in' The outcome of this is destruction so the more fall Niggaz don't give a fuck so them bust and before Niggaz backin up three black shows No justice so they copied ya right And here I am again, me, turn the other cheek, me Be too many wigs got me 9 to my tights So me bust, flick cuz he don't give a fuck And me don't give a fuckin' of my problems In with their FUCK FUCK Blak blam, blam to dem fall Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye Dr Dre him bust gun shots Diggity Daz and RBX them bust gun shots Come again!
One, two, three and to the fo'
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do'
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
('Cause you know we're bout to rip shit up)
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble
Ain't nothin' but a G thang, baby
Two loc'ed out niggas so we're crazy
Death Row is the label that pays me
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah)
But uhh, back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let em understand
From a young G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptive
You never know she could be earnin' her man
And learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man
Now you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) And that's realer than Real Deal Holyfield
And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel
Well, if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom
Well I'm peepin', and I'm creepin, and I'm creepin'
But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper kept beepin
Now it's time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt
You never been on a ride like this befo'
With a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I flow some ol' funky shit
To add to my collection, the selection
Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke
If you do, you'll have no clue
On what me and my homie Snoop Dogg came to do
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this
And who gives a fuck about those?
So just chill, 'til the next episode
(You've got the feeling)
(Rock the other side)
(You've got the feeling)
(Yeah, yeah)
Fallin' back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens
It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N-double O-P
D-O-double G-Y, D-O-double G, ya see
Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolemite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin' G shit
(Hell yeah) So Dre (What up, dog?)
Gotta give 'em what they want (What's that, G?)
We gotta break 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah)
And it's gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton)
It's where it takes place so when asked, yo' attention
Mobbin' like a muh'fucker, but I ain't lynchin'
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucker niggas mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked
My motherfuckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin'
And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if you bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you don't stop
I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock
But I'm never off, always on, to the break of dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach
Puttin' the shit together
Like my nigga D.O.C., no one can do it better
Like this, that and this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this
And who gives a fuck about those?
So just chill, 'til the next episode
(You've got the feeling)
(Rock the other side)
(You've got the feeling, yeah)
(You've got the feeling)
(Rock the other side)
(You've got the feeling, yeah)
(You've got the feeling)
(Rock the other side)
(You've got the feeling, yeah)Let me call this old bitch, see what this bitch doin' Call this bitch, raggedy-ass, shit man Hello? Whassup? Nothin', whatchu doin? Nuttin', just kickin it Are y'all done? Nah, whatchu gon' do today? Uhm, pick up my stuff from the cleaners Might go get my nails done Seriously Why, whassup? Ay did did did whats-a-name done get at you yesterday? Who? Deeez nuuuts Aw shut up nigga "I wanna ask you one question If I had some nuts, hangin on the walls, what did I have honey?" I said, "Darling you'd have some walnuts." She said, "Well, daddy if I had some nuts On my chest, would those be chestnuts?" I said, "Hell yes" She said, "Well daddy if I had nuts under my chin Would those be chin-nuts?" I said, "Hell no bitch you'd have a dick in your mouth!" Chiggie check Microphone check one Chiggie check Microphone check two Chiggie check Microphone check three Check game from the notorious Compton G Back with some shit that gots to bump As a pull up in the park you pops the trunk Just to floss you like a motherfuker, clownin' their shit Gots the Dana's on your hootie and your fly ass bitch Throw off, go off, show off, I take that hoe If she proper, I'ma pop her the hole hopper It's back on the track With big money, big nuts, and a big fat chronic sack So Daz, step up on the ass And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past Diggidy Daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass Startin' static with Dre, make way for the AK That I bring as I slang like cavy Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy Had he not known about the city I'm from Long Beach, tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back Here I come, stompin' in my kakhi suit BG from the hood can fuck Eastwood God damn, I ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling But did you raise up all this nuts? 'Cause Dr Drizzay's about to rizzip shit up Chiggie check Microphone check one Chiggie check Microphone check two Chiggie check Microphone check three You tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E Now check me out, it's back to the old school Where the niggaz get their strap on, don't nobody cap on Slap on some D-R-E Or some funky ass shit by the D-O-double G-Y D-O-double G Real G'z who drop K's, protect these N-U-T, so nigga please Peep out my manuscript You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit (Beeyatch!) So recognize game from the gangsta Thangs will remain the same until I change 'em It's real easy to see So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double G I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street I heard you wanna fuck with Dre You picked the wrong, motherfuckin' day Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row I heard you wanna fuck with Dre You picked the wrong, motherfuckin' day Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
So, all of you Africans All of you Africans that wanna do things that's working for other people Y'all need to open your own business, save your money Quit paying motherfuckers for jelly curls Quit paying motherfuckers for perms Save your money, start your own business And you true Africans, will have put hundreds to work This is our future right here, this our future right here This some shit! The new generation is on! The new generation Hey, I'mma tell you right now If-if if I have to die today For this little African right here to have a future I'm a dead motherfucker! (You right!) Wake up, jumped out my bed I'm in a 2 man cell with my homie Lil Half Dead Murder was the case that they gave me Dear God, I wonder can you save me I'm only 18, so I'm a young buck It's a riot, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck But that's the life of a G, I guess Ese's way deep, shanked two in the chest Bests run cause brothers is dropping quicker Uh, too late, damn, down goes another nigga Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs Getting that rep as a young hog It ain't nothing like the street life You better be strapped with your shank, cause ain't no fist fight So I guess I gots to handle mine Since I did the crime, I gots to do my time Them say me grow up to be nothing, look at me now And tell me what you see I am what I am, it's only me Little ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto street What'cha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility? Now, I'm holding a dub, sitting on swoll 27 years old, up for parole, stroll I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the money That I'll be making soon as I touch the streets Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right But it ain't no thing to me Cause now I'm what they call a loced-assed OG The little homies from the hood with grip Are the ones I get with cause I'm down to set trip Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what'cha wanna do Didn't know he had a .22 Straight sitting behind his back I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six caps I fell to the ground with blood on my hands I didn't understand How a nigga so young could bust a cap I used to be the same way back I guess that's what I get (For what?) For trying to jack them little homies for they grip Me learn many things from what me from the street The outcome of what I've come to be Little ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto street What'cha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility? Something for the real OGs to get with Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run and play Like every single day, really doe You know me, I'm the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie No needing being calm if you pack right And learning just enuff to keep your sack right Late nights, I wonder what they getting for? Early morning on the corners, what they hitting for? Seven young Gs but they serve down In a G ride, east side's where they swerve now Not thinking about what's really going on Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone I spent 4 years in the county with nothing but convicts around me But now I'm back at the pound And we expose ways for the youth to survive Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's (right) So make all them ends you can make Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out So ain't no need for your mama to trip Cause you's a hustling-ass youngsta, clocking your grip Now me finally grown as you can see, still anOG For life and always remain to be I'm a little ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto street What'cha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility?
Who is the man with the masterplan? A nigga witta motherfuckin gun 44 reason come to mind Why you motherfuckin brothers' hard to find He be walkin on the streets and fuckin with mine Stupid punk can't fuck with a mastermind See I never take a step on a Compton block Or LA without the AK ready to pop Cos them punk motherfuckers in black and white Ain't the only motherfuckers I gots to fight I thinks it's better to be retellin the facts than cuffed up And jacked and fucked up What you niggas lookin at? You goin Goddamn! Cos it's the city And for you to survive a nigga gotta be a gangsta And I'm a nigga you can't remove Took out a lot of motherfuckers for tryin to prove To their homies that they can hang by dealin with me But once again in the end they D-E-A-D I never did time on a murder yet Cos I relax and back, do a job and jet Yo I know you understand my flow So here we go with Death Row Come let a motherfucker know Who is the man with the masterplan? A nigga witta motherfuckin gun Who is the man with the masterplan? A nigga witta motherfuckin gun D-R-E A motherfucker who's known for carryin gats And kick raps that make snaps Adapts to anything violent that I'm located at If you see me on the solo moves best believe that I'm strapped 4-4, .tre-8 or AK-47 Cos slowly but surely send you on a stairway to heaven Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back And lay a punk motherfucker flat As he wonder what popped before he got popped I told you I was Dre and you know it don't stop Now I know you understand my flow So here we go with Death Row Come let a motherfucker know Who is the man with the masterplan? A nigga witta motherfuckin gun Who is the man with the masterplan? A nigga witta motherfuckin gun Who is the man with the masterplan? A nigga witta motherfuckin gun Who is the man with the masterplan? A nigga witta motherfuckin gun I breaks em off, I breaks em off yeah I breaks em off, I breaks em off yeah I breaks em off but I ain't speakin about between the thighs I'm talkin about cockin a gauge in between your eyes That'll make you drop to your knees cos you realise That a gat will make any nigga civilised Old buster ass nigga talkin bullshit Don't know that I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with Get lit or hit up by the doctor A nigga that breaks em off proper-ly Real G so doubt it I'm the one who's doin it while these other niggas talk about it And if motherfuckers come at me wrong I straight put my .44 Desert Eagle to his motherfuckin dome And show him why they call me the notorious one The name's Dre Eastwood when I'm packin a gun You don't believe me, well step up and give it a try And if you die youse a buster cos real niggas don't die But some still don't hear me though You're too near me not to hear me, nigga yo So now you know Who is the man with the masterplan? A nigga witta motherfuckin gun Who is the man with the masterplan? A nigga witta motherfuckin gun Who is the man with the masterplan? A nigga witta motherfuckin gun Who is the man with the masterplan? A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
Intro: guy talking You really don't understand do you? Hey man, don't you realize In order for us to make this thing work, man We gotta get rid of the pimps & the pushers & then start all over again clean. Niggas you crazy! Once again The mighty Death Row organization commitin' mass murder & We ain't askin' for shit, nigga we takin' it So Dre, [blast] they ass nigga. Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat late at night with my gat On the streets of LA Wonderin' where the pussy at Staright for ya, lookin' for a hoe Hangin' out, rollin' in my '64 16 switches for the niggas in my hood 17 shells so I make it understood Stay back, lay back, way back in the cut You come outside nigga your gettin' fucked-up But I told ya, Creep, Creep ya best move Like Luthor Vadros from fuckin' up the west coast I'm right back up in you when you nut 1 2 3 nut, from the D R E but This is for the hoes that I used to know When I didn't have my '64 & alot of doe I keep you this & like that & I... Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back. Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat tat ta tat like that & I... Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back. Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat tat ta tat like that & I... Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back. Interlude: some guys talkin' Ohh wait, that's that nigga that owe you that grip Yeah there that fool is Break him off proper then. What's up, what's happenin'? I'm the man, what's up? Nigga you delinquent, can I get those in? Nigga, pay this nigga here "I ain't got yo' money" Well, yo, check this out, nigga. What's up *slaps around some guy that owes them money* What's up? What's up? Yeah muthafucker "I'll be back though, I'll be back" Yeah, you ain't never comin' back, fool. Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back. Yeah nigga. Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat tat ta tat like that you know I... Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back. Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat tat ta tat like that & I... Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back. Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat tat ta tat like that you know I... Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back. Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat tat ta tat like that & I... Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back. Creepin' & peepin' & we can get with these The Chronic, slangin' fat keys from my block & It don't stop Tell me where you wanna go To the strip Or take a trip bawlin' with the row My shit off in your system attacks Indo smoke go in your lungs, like that You can lift it, con, & a fist a bomb Takin' away like hell on Vietnam California, back in & on a mission, keepin' a point & My game Ain't no fuckin' competition they wishin' they was a runnin' up in reality C P T CAL my locality It's strange how I rearange & change the buisness By droppin' shit like this Dope, niggas can't cope with the real I peal, penitentiaries & when I kill it goes... Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat tat ta tat like that & I... Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back. Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat tat ta tat like that you know I... Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back. Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat tat ta tat like that & I. Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back. Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat tat ta tat like that you know I... Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back. Straight up, now you niggas know where my homey's comin' from So quit the chit-chat, before ya find yourself flat on your biz-out, fool It's 9-deuce, Dr. Drizzay, is sittin' on Tizzart! It don't stop Treartin' buster's like a punk ass kizzart!
Damn, it seems its always something, fucking TV, man
Motherfucking cable off, shit ain't workin'
Aye, aye, bring me somethin' to drink
Yeah, the motherfucking Crazy Horse'll do, that'll work
Damn, ain't shit on this motherfucker
Oh, oh shit, what the fuck is this?
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Hey, motherfuckers, welcome back to The $20 Sack Pyramid
I'm your host, motherfucking OG Henny Loc
And we're back with our two final contestants
Duck motherfucking Mouth and Bootny Lee Farnsworth
They'll be playin for a $20 sack of indo
And a $35 gift certificate to the Compton Swap Meet
Alright y'all bitches got thirty seconds to answer five motherfucking questions
Lonnie, you ready with that clock? Well, let the games begin
Alright, man, we gotta do this shit, man (hell yeah, man)
We can do that shit right now (fuck that, the whole neighborhood watching)
We got to do that shit right now (and everybody watching)
Okay, you ready? (Hell yeah I'm ready, come on)
I'm ready, you ready? (I'm ready)
I'm ready, let's go
Indo, uh, uh Cavi, uh Buddha (shit I used to sell?)
Uh, Hocus-pocus (Oh, things that people smoke?)
Right! That's it right there (oh)
Uh, uh, oh, oh fuck me in the ass
Oh, oh, ah Step to me and let me suck your dick, uh, uh
(Oh, uh, things that Tim Dog would say) Yeah, that's it right there
(Ah yeah, come on keep going, man, hurry up) uh, uh, alright
Uh, uh, VCR's, uh, TV's and shit
All them socks and shit
Oh, that box in your room and shit
(Oh, oh, shit I came up on lootin?)
That's it, that's it right there, uh
(Yeah, yeah that's it come on hurry up, man, hurry up)
Uh En, En Vogue, uh, uh, Halle, Halle, Halle Berry
(Shit, uh pretty bitches? Uh, uh bad bitches?)
Uh yo, yo your Auntie Clarisse (Oh, bitches I want to fuck?)
That's it right there, that's it
(Oh okay, okay, c'mon, c'mon, we got just five seconds)
Okay, okay, uh, uh, uh I know Doc (um, uh, uh)
Uh, Dre, Dre gonna do my music and shit, uh (um, uh, uh)
Uh, Snoop and me, be going to the Swap Meet
(Oh, oh, I knew, I knew, dat one, things that niggas be saying to get the pussy?)
That's it right there, that's it, that's it (ah, we won, ah)
Alright, give me my motherfucking weed bitch (aye, aye, aye, you there)
Give me my motherfucking weed
It's all right there, baby, that's tha- we- to the-
Uh, give me my weed (yeah, aye)
Give me my $35 to go to the motherfucking Swap Meet, bitch (yeah, aye, aye)
I'm in the money, I'm in the money
I'm in the money, I'm in the money
Uh, uh, hey Snoop, hey, hey Bootnee (what's up?, what's up?)
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(I just love that bud and that $35 certificate they finna give us)
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('Cause we came up like, um)
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Ha, ha, hey (hey)
You gotta clap, that's what happened on
Damn ghetto bitch, I told you to stay home, you know, yeah, biotch
Damn, nigga, spin the wheel, motherfuckers be clappin' and shitThis should be played at high volume Preferably in a residential area Now I'ma kick up dust, as I begin to bust On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you can't trust When I pick up, I lick up, ya face get smacked up When I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up Or get slapped with the swiftness If you think you're swift then forget Merry Christmas Now stuff that in your stocking I'm knockin' 'em out the boxin' Knockin' 'em out their sockin' 'Cause Robin is rockin' Breakin' 'em down to the slab Takin' 'em down on their ass Now what you wanna do? Ya wanna battle, huh? See you watch and creak without a motherfuckin' paddle Rattle that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane We're on you like a border, you're nothin' more than a crane Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to that other level You think you got pull then pull it, uhh! I got the trigger so I figure you'll bite the bullet Then bite the dust and wipe the fuck Do what I must and what I must is bust The bubble or choose some trouble, forty-due's So stick to my Luger, Lady of Rage is comin' thru Some cool shit, some cool shit I fears no one, I makes 'em cool off like a polar cap Lynchin' as I hits, misses the rollin's back Pushin' packs to make a profit Diggy dope stuck on the topic so stop and gimme my pops, kid I'm livin' large like a fat bitch So get back, bitch, I'm hard to broke art so the faggots This young black kid, I'm mercenary, merciless Murderin' mega some niggas so who's first to diss? They say I'm bad so you'll find none worst than this Chewin' motherfuckers up like a Hershey Kiss Put to sleep, rippin' the lyrics I'm leavin' in the mind of each Rough wind flex too complex, wrecks, then I'm peace So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggas You quick ta talk shit I whip your ass nigga So watch me blast, nigga, 'cause I'm the last nigga You wanna fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga I make stagger, ob' skills and jimmy ragged I'm a good tracker, scopin' your girl then watch me tag her Pullin' steel like a stunt Shown like an ID card, nigga, no needs ta front, so Here to torment up a track on crack And I'm strapped witta semi-toll milli-ten Mac Yo, I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off cheap Deadly as Jason on Friday The 13th A to the motherfuckin' K (I'm erm, I-I'm like the new shit, you know?) Back in the days, niggas they use to scrap But now in ninety-due', niggas they pull they strap 'Cause, umm, police dem come wicked and dem shoot Niggas, so niggas retaliate and start to loot Execute, boom, stompin' black soldier Here to teach and mould ya The enervator, dominator, narrator RB to the motherfuckin' X Flex wicked styl-e, bompin' be found into greed by a Maniac with a gat See nowadays niggas is like that I pull my trigger back, the bullets go Bop, bop, bop, now I'm on Death Row Fuck it, niggas goin' wild, every night they shoot, it's like Beirut Maybe you should get a Teflon vest for your chest Anytime ya step into my hood But that'll do you know good One slug to ya face, no hate, you gettin' smoked like wood Nasty nigga but he pumps, face back on the concrete Here comes the white sheet Mr. Coroner cocked with some yellow tape But the murderers escape Audi lane five G's Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G thang
Yo, yo, what's up? Yo man, give me some of that ol' gangsta ass shit You know what I'm sayin'? Some shit I can just kick back, smoke a fat ass joint to You know what I'm sayin'? Hell yeah, you know what I'm talkin' about? I like that ol' gangsta shit 'Cause you know it's a lot of niggas out there Woofin' all that bullshit talkin' 'bout they got this and got that Talkin' louder than a motherfucker but ain't sayin' shit You know what I'm sayin'?" Yeah, nigga, I see your lips quiverin' But you ain't sayin' a motherfuckin' thing For my niggas, I got my niggas in the motherfuckin' house And they gon' tell you what's really goin' on Got my motherfuckin' nigga RBX, definitely in this motherfucker I got my nigga Daz in this motherfucker ready to kick some real shit You know what I'm sayin'? And that lil' shit ya hear in the background, that's my home girl Rage So RBX kick this shit Seven execution style murders I have no remorse 'cause I'm the fuckin' murderer Haven't you ever heard of a killer? I drop bombs like Hiroshima So now I walk around strapped One-time bust they caps and watch niggas collapse Snap, adapt to this but you need no adapter This is just the first chapter In a book from a crook You get caught slippin' yo' ass gots to die Nigga, tell me what the fuck you figure? Trigger, happy RBX to cap ya Pop, pop, and I can't wait to bust a round Pop, pop, my hollow point smacks the clown 'Cause what I said split his head And now they got me runnin' from the feds But I refuse to go alive It's kill or be killed, that's how real niggas survive I'm high powered Yeah It's Daz that mass-murderin' motherfucker So what, you feel like you wanna get caught up? Fool, you better recognize Death Row came to chastise So if you cross the Row Remember the first name is Death No love for the other side
Yes may I help you? Hello I had a twelve o'clock appointment with Dr. Dre (I know and I've been here damn near and hour) Well Dr. Dre is with another patient right now Would you like to reschedule? Reschedule, um, it must be a mistake I must see him I had a twelve o'clock appointment No, it's no mistake Look Dr. Dre is with another patient either you can wait or reschedule Look I understand all of that but- No, apparently you don't understand You know I'm a working person and And I'm working too Just where is Dr. Dre, I need to see him Well open up the door and you'll see his big dick fuckin' somebody You like that? (What's that sound?) (I won't play the fool, oh, whoa, whoa, yeah) You like that? Yes, yes, uh, oh You like that? Ah (When I don't belong to you, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah) Uh, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ooh, ah, ah (uhh) (Why can't I let you go? Oh, whoa, whoa, yeah) Uh (uh) Give it to me I'ma give it to you (gimme) I'ma give it to you, uh (oh, oh, hah) Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, ooh (uh, uh) (I won't let you go, oh, whoa, whoa, yeah) Ah, ah (ah, ah) Damn you're good
Yes, it is I says me And although agree Are more than three, cause they're we Yes, yo!, I'm in the house now for sure Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men Who knows what evil lurks within them But lets take a travel down the blindside And see what we find on this... Path... Called... Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal Niggaz know, the flow that I kick, there's no equal I'm murderin niggaz, Yo, and maybe because of the tone I kicks when I grip the mic and kick shit Niggaz can't fuck with So remember I go hardcore, and slam Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme So any nigga that claim they bossin What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson Take a walk through the hood when we up to no good Slangin them things like a real O.G. should I'm stackin and mackin and packin a ten so When you're slippin, I slip the clip in But ain't no set tripppin Cause it's Death Row, rollin like the mafia Think about whoopin some ass, but what the fuck stoppin ya Ain't nathin but a buster I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumpin slugs in motherfuckers Now you know you're outdone Feel the shotgun, Kurupt - inmate, cell block one No prevention from this mention of sorts Your're a victim, from my driveby of thoughts No extensions, all attempts are to fail Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braile From the lunatic, I death like arsenic When I kick up wicked raps Dr. Dre will kick the scratch With treachery, my literary form will blast And totally surpass the norm Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms In this dimension, I'm the presenter And the inventor, and the tormentor Deranged, like the hillside strangler MC mangler, tough like Wrangler I write a rhyme, hard as concrete Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite So what you wanna do The narrator RBX, cell block two Rage, lyrical murderer Stranded on Death Row And now I'm servin a lifetime sentence There'll be no repentence Since it's the life that I choose to lead I plead guilty On all counts let the ball bounce where it may It's just another clip into my AK Buck em down with my underground tactics Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress Bed frame there's another dead pain Layin lain with the shame, who's to blame Me, the lady of Rage On when I'm comin from the D-E-A-T-H in R-O-W takin, no shit So flip and you're bound to get dropped It's 187 on motherfuckers don't stop Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate It's Rage, from cell block eight And yo steppin through the fog And creepin through the smog It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg Makin videos, now I stay in Hollywood Bustin raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood Dre is the doctor and my homey little nigga Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga Shootin at the hoes with the game that I got Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from servin my rocks And I'm still, servin for mines, peace To my motherfuckin homies doin time In the pen and the county jail Mobbin with your blues on, mad as hell And you say yeah fuck the police And all the homies on the streets is all about peace And it's drivin the cops crazy But ain't nuttin but a black thing bay-bee, uhhh No I'm not flaggin, but I'm just saggin I betcha don't wanna see the D-O double G And you can't see, the D-R to the E Or my motherfuckin homey D.O.C. You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin DJ That's my homey and we call him Warren G Yeah, and you don't stop Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfuckin Dogg Pound That's the only way we'll beat em man We gotta smoke em, then choke em Like the motherfuckin peter man It's like three and to the two
Cannabis Sativa, haha Or in the heart of LA known as the chronic Not to be confused with the bionic Even though it does cost six million dollars Man, understand, haha Now we working with some new improved shit on this track Nevertheless not no stress Sucker-ass niggas So now we gonna move on and uh Light a big fat one up for the world And hit this Once or twice and you'll be twice as nice, get it This is The Chronic hahahaha (well blaze that motherfucker up then, nigga) Make my bud the chronic I wants to get fucked up Make my shit the chronic I gots to fire it up I want the bomb, I want the chronic I gots to get fucked up Make my bud the chronic Before I take it home Damn, my last joint Don't fuck with me, fool (pass the bud) Who got the dub sacks? (I got it) Ooh wee This shorter than a motherfucker man (you can take it or leave it, nigga) But I need a spliff right now (roll this shit up then nigga, and pass it) And I don't want no cess, brother (fucked up) It's got to be the chronic, know what I mean, nigga? Yeah, that's the chronic, that's the chronic (Goddamn, sure is) That's the bomb bud (you ain't never lyin') Now get me a motherfucking Zig-Zag and we straight (here nigga I got some) Or better yet, a motherfucking blunt (I got that shit) A Philly blunt that is (here ya go) Make my bud the chronic I wants to get fucked up Make my shit the chronic I gots to fire it up I want the bomb, I want the chronic I gots to get fucked up Make my bud the chronic Before I take it home Make my bud the chronic I wants to get fucked up Make my shit the chronic I gots to fire it up I want the bomb, I want the chronic I gots to get fucked up Make my bud the chronic Before I take it home Goddamn, I'm fucked up (you ain't lyin', I'm fucked up to, God) That shit ain't no joke, ooh shit (ain't no joke, fuck) Nah, I don't want no more, I don't want shit (what I wanna know is what I'm gonna-) Just leave me alone Just let me, just chill out and listen to this shit (What you wanna do then, nigga? You can't hang? What the fuck's wrong?) I'm high, I'm fucked up, damn Make my bud the chronic I wants to get fucked up (they put in this weed?) Make my shit the chronic (that's why they call this shit chronic) I gots to fire it up (your ass still high) (mh) I want the bomb, I want the chronic (damn) I gots to get fucked up (damn, shit) Make my bud the chronic Before I take it home (fucked up, fucked up) Make my bud the chronic (fuck, crazy, I'm fucked up) I wants to get fucked up (really) Make my shit the chronic (really though) I gots to fire it up (nah, I'm cooler than a motherfucker) I want the bomb, I want the chronic (that shit, that shit's) I gots to get fucked up (that shit's crazy) Make my bud the chronic (I'm high) Before I take it home (damn) Ooh, I ready to fuck some shit up now baby (That nigga Dre serving some shit now) (Hell, you can come on and fuck me up) Mhm (uh-huh), triple cheeseburger (Oh, you talking about some food, I got some) Some fries, some motherfucking couple sodas and shit And hot apple turnover and all that old shit, nigga (How 'bout some seafood, then?) Ooh, I'm ready to get my munch on (me too) That bud smell good than a motherfucker too I don't wanna hit no more of that ol' shit, that shits nots to be fucked with Not to be fucked with (nigga would you shut up?) I'm high, ooh nigga, you pass that to somebody else Nigga, I'm through for the night Really though, really though nigga Let's go get some food Let's get up out this motherfucker (We better go back over there with Dre, young nigga, what's up?) Nah, nigga don't be trying to pass me that shit, man(for real, you ain't never lyin') I told you I'm cool (I'll smoke with my motherfuckin' self then) I don't want nothing else (fuck it then, I'm outtie) (Ha, I got another dub sack, nigga, hahaha)
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick Get's the fuck out after you're done And I hops in my ride to make a quick run Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick Get's the fuck out after you're done And I hops in my ride to make a quick run I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night Tight than a mutharfucka with the gangsta beats And we was ballin' on the muthafuckin' Compton streets Peep, the shit got deep and it was on Number 1 song after number 1 song Long as my muthafuckin' pockets was fat I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or 2 And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin' Now she's suing 'cuz the shit she be doin' ain't shit Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short So now she's takin' me to court It's real conversation for your ass So recognize and pass to Daz Now, as I'm rollin' with my nigga Dre and Eastwood Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough up to no good We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks But we don't love them hoes, bitch and it's like that This is what you look for in a hoe who got cash flow Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash And get your dash on While you're chillin', with your homies and shit And how my niggaz kick the anthem like this, beyach Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick Get's the fuck out after you're done And I hops in my ride to make a quick run To the store, to get me a 4 0 Snoop Doggy Dogg paged that must mean more hoes So I head down the street to long beach Just so I could meet, a freak To lick me from my head to my feet And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up Bitches on my nuts like clothes But I'm from the pound and we don't love them hoes How could you trust a hoe? 'Cuz a hoe's a trick I don't love them tricks 'Cuz a trick's a bitch And my dick's constantly in her mouth Turnin' them trick ass hoes the fuck out now I once had a bitch named Mandy May Used to be up in them guts like everyday The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung I was in love like a muthafucka lickin' the protung The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood So I figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine Guess what? Got gaffled by one time I'm back to the muthafuckin' county jail 6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail I get's released on a hot sunny day My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr. Dre Scooped in a coupe, Snoop, we got news Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues I ain't been out a second And already gotta do some muthafuckin' chin checkin' Move up the block as we groove down the block See, my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock Kick in the do', I look on the flo' It's my little cousin Daz and he's fuckin' my hoe, yo (Bitches ain't shit) I uncocked my shit, I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed Man, fuck a bitch Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick Get's the fuck out after you're done And I hops in my to make a quick run Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick Get's the fuck out after you're done And I hops in my ride to make a quick run (Bitches ain't shit) I don't give a fuck about a bitch (Bitches ain't shit) But I and her know that they can't fade this 'Cuz I'm doin' my own thing (Bitches ain't shit) Down with the swang I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thing I say you know can't deal (Bitches ain't shit) 'Cuz I'm a bitch that's real Motherfucker need to step back, hell yeah They need to chill Because I don't give a fuck (Bitches ain't shit) And I don't give a fuck And I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck And now I gotta do some I gotta do some shit that's clean (Bitches ain't shit) But when I'm on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean Like a washing machine I can wash the clothes All the hoes knows That I'm on the flo' ho But they can't hang with my type on swang (Bitches ain't shit) I ain't tryin' to say I suck every ding-a-lang But just the juicy ones With the tip of the tongue And then their sprung With the nuts hung (Bitches ain't shit)
Goddamn, wassup, nigga? Oh, shit Wassup? Hey, that motherfucker clean Who was that? Hey, that's Dre, nigga, that's the Look at that shit That nigga hangin' that motherfucker, Goddamn That nigga chromed out up under that motherfucker Hangin' on the bumper X Hey, hang that shit What up, Dr. Dre?
Things just ain't the same for gangstas Times is changin', young niggas is agin' Becoming OGs in the game and changin' To make way for these new names and faces But the strangest things can happen from rappin' When niggas get wrapped up in image and actin' Niggas get capped up and wrapped in plastic Zipped up in bags, when it happens, that's it I've seen 'em come, I've watched 'em go Watched 'em rise, witnessed it and watched 'em blow Watched 'em all blossom and watched 'em grow Watched the lawsuits when they lost the dough Best friends and money, I lost them both Went and visited niggas in the hospital It's all the same shit all across the globe I just sit back and watch the show (the watcher) 'Cause everywhere that I go Ain't the same as befo' (the watcher) People I used to know Just don't know me no mo' (the watcher) But everywhere that I go I got people I know (the watcher) Who got people they know So I suggest you lay low (I'm watching) I moved out of the hood for good, you blame me? Niggas aim mainly at niggas they can't be But niggas can't hit niggas they can't see I'm out of sight, now I'm out of they dang reach How would you feel if niggas wanted you killed? You'd probably move to a new house on a new hill And choose a new spot, if niggas wanted you shot I ain't a thug, how much 2Pac in you you got? I ain't no bitch, neither It's either my life or your life and I ain't leavin', I like breathin' 'Cause nigga, we can go round for round Clip for clip, shit, fo'-pound for pound Nigga, if you really want to take it there, we can Just remember that you fuckin' with a family man I got a lot more to lose than you, remember that When you wanna come and fill these shoes (the watcher) 'Cause everywhere that I go Ain't the same as befo' (the watcher) People I used to know Just don't know me no mo' (the watcher) But everywhere that I go I got people I know (the watcher) Who got people they know So I suggest you lay low (I'm watching) Things just ain't the same for gangstas Cops is anxious to put niggas in handcuffs They wanna hang us, see us dead, or enslave us Keep us trapped in the same place we was raised in Then they wonder why we act so outrageous Run around stressed out and pull out gauges 'Cause every time you let the animal out cages It's dangerous to people who look like strangers But now we got a new era of gangstas Hustlers and youngsters livin' amongst us Lookin' at us, now callin' us busters Can't help but reminisce back when it was us Nigga, we started this gangsta shit! And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get? It's funny how time flies I'm just having fun just watchin' it fly by (the watcher) 'Cause everywhere that I go Ain't the same as befo' (the watcher) People I used to know Just don't know me no mo' (the watcher) But everywhere that I go I got people I know (the watcher) Who got people they know So I suggest you lay low (I'm watching) The watcher I'm watching The watcher The watcher
Hi baby, I know you're under a lot of pressure at your work and all And I do understand, you have no idea how much I understand But you also don't have any idea how much I love you I love you so much, I think about you, I feel you in my arms I miss you, I miss you terribly I've just always wanted someone like you in my life I love you so much, that I'd do anything, I'd do anything I'll be your perfect woman for you I just wanna fuck bad bitches All them nights I never had bitches Now I'm all up in that ass bitches Mad at 'cha boyfriend, ain't 'cha? You'se a bad girl, gotta spank ya Gotta thank ya for that head clinic Explicit, hella photogenic And tell your friends where the dick's at Where they can get hit and won't get back to they soul mate Before you kiss 'em use Colgate She swallowed it! Yeah the bitch took the whole eight And ran with it, then let Mel-Man hit it And Hit the Man hit it; damn bitches Man, this is what I'm talkin' about Chicken-head, chicken-fed, with a dick in your mouth Out and about with your nigga like it never took place (Airtouched) Next time you need a taste I just wanna fuck you No touchin' and rubbin' girl, you got a husband who loves you Don't need you all in mine I just wanna fuck you We can't be kissin' and huggin' girl, you got a husband who loves you You need to give him your quality time You got the number, it's on you to make the call You know I cum quick, help you re-decorate your walls Cut your backyard, don't have to act hard to get the cock And if I'm goin' too far, I take it out and wipe it off And put it back up, and keep going You tryin' to hide it from your husband but I know he be knowin' That your pussy's been tampered with Did you show him the new trick of How you can make it smoke a cancer stick You be workin' it like a dancer bitch, it's hard on me Not to give you all of my time, that you want You can give me some head, but keep the breakfast in bed I'd rather spend my mornin' diggin' through some records instead But, tonight, I guess it'd be aight if we can touch bases -Up somewhere and exchange some fuck faces I know your man's lookin' for ya, he's always tryin to run ya Don't worry bout me handcuffin' girl cause I just wanna fuck witchu Fuck witchu On the sneak tip, on some creep shit So whatcha gon' do, ya freak bitch? You, actin', like you don't do dicks That's the kinda bitch I hate fuckin' with "Baby was a virgin" that's what she said So I gave her some Hennesey, she gave me some head I fucked her on the flo', so I wouldn't mess up my bed Then lil' half dead put his dick on her head Take that bitch home, and give her a bone And give her the number to my cellular phone Man, she blowin' up my pager, the shit's gettin' major A favor for a favor, this dick is what I gave her Somethin' to go by, and bitches know why Stuff dick in they mouth, and then I'm out (See ya!) Twenty-fo' seven, Dre, Snoop, and Devin We servin' these hoes, and never lovin' these hoes, beotch! I just wanna fuck you No touchin' and rubbin' girl, you got a husband who loves you Don't need you all in mine I just wanna fuck you We can't be kissin' and huggin' girl, you got a husband who loves you You need to give him your quality time
Yeah nigga, I'm still fuckin' wit' ya Still waters run deep Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E. '99 nigga, guess who's back Still, still doing that shit, huh, Dre? Oh for sho', yeah, check me out It's still Dre Day nigga, A.K. nigga Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot 'Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block Ladies they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off How, nigga? My last album was "The Chronic" (nigga) They want to know if he still got it They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it (if you ain't up on thangs) Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game Still, puffing my leaves, still fuck with the beats Still not loving police (huh-uh) Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (for sho') Still got love for the streets, repping 213 (for life) Still the beats bang, still doing my thang Since I left, ain't too much changed, still I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-lows, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-lows, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week Still, I stay close to the heat And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat my rap like Cali weed: I smoke 'til I'm 'sleep Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat I bring the fire 'til you're soaking in your seat It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth Since "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru I'm still at it, after mathematics In the home of drive-bys and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through, then I give you (still) D.R.E. I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-lows girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-lows girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. It ain't nothing but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch (biatch) Laidback in the shack, play this track I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world Still (Hitting them corners on the low-lows girl) I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back (So if you ain't up on thangs) Dr. Dre be the name still running the game Still, got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars (hey, hey) Still gon' get mine regardless (still) I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-lows, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-lows, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-lows, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. Right back up in ya motherfucking ass 9-5 plus four pennies! Add that shit up, D.R.E. right back up on top of thangs Smoke some wit' your Dogg No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks! Some of that real sticky-icky-icky Oooh wee! Put it in the air Well, you's a fool, D-R Haha
I got mo' class than most of em, ran wit the best of em
Forgave the less of em, and blazed at the rest of em
What can I say? Cal-i-for-ni-A
Where niggaz die everyday over some shit they say
Disconnected from the streets forever
As long as I got a baretta, nigga, I'm down for whateva
I roll wit my shit off safety - for niggaz that been hatin me lately
And the bitches that wanna break me
If Cali blew up, I'd be in the Aftermath
Bumpin gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash
Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C., to D.P.G.
Started from that S.O.B., D.R.E.
Like Dub-C I'm rich rollin, pistol holdin
Pockets swoll nigga, that's how I'm rollin
Put the flame to the killer nigga
Worldwide homicide mob figure and a builder, for real
I'm hittin switches, makin bitches eat bitches
See me grab my dick everytime I pose for pictures
I own acres, floor seats watchin The Lakers
I'm cool with eses who got AK's in cases
Dedicated to all of those with big ego's
Never fakin, we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos
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I bust a Mr. Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie
Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin hoes at movies
Passin by with uzis - and who you aimin at?
That shady bitch and that bitch nigga that was claimin that
Rat-ta-tat-tat
I don't sympathize for wack hoes and wimpy guys
You got to recognize Hitman is a enterprise
Cali pride, born to ride and South Centralized
The Henny got me energized - smoke the guys
Tryin to focus on mines - poke they eyes out
I'm L.A.'s loc'est - hope they don't have to find out the hard way
Like snitch niggaz in the pen that get
Hit when the guards look the other way
We hittin HARD, Hitman and Dre
You playin games, I suggest you know the rules
We puttin guns to fools, make you run yo' jewels
Take yo' honey and cruise to the snootiest snooze, Cabos
Pop coochie til the nut oozes, you shouldn't fuck wit crews
That's sick, Aftermath cause we rule shit
I'm Big Hit, don't confuse me wit no other by the flow motherfucker
Dedicated to all of those with big ego's
Never fakin, we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos
{Repeat 2X}Xxplosive, West coast shit My nigger-ish ways attract girls that used to turn they back Causing me to yank they arm and pose like I would do them harm Now I'm saying thank you cause they tell me, my shit's the bomb Xxplosive, for my niggas drinking Cognac Smoking weed, always pack More than one firearm, chrome rims, riding on Chronic in your system, let me know my shit's the bomb Xxplosive West Coast shit nigga Overdosage imperial pistols ferocious Fuck a bitch don't tease bitch, strip tease bitch Eat a bowl of these bitch gobble the dick Hoes forgot to eat a dick can shut the fuck up Gobble and swallow a nut up Shut up and get my cash Backhanded, pimp-slapped backwards and left stranded Just pop ya collar, pimp convention, hoes for a dollar Six-Deuce in a plush, six-deuce impala Pimping hoes from Texas to Guatemala Bitch niggas pay for hoes, just to lay with hoes Relax one night, and pay to stay with hoes Captain 'Save-'em-all-day', well save this dick Bitch nigga, you more of a bitch than a bitch You ain't into hitting pussy or hitting the switch You into hitting bitches all for the grip You punk bitch All my real doggs still kick it with me All my down hoes still tricking with me All the true gangstas know Nate ain't never love no ho All the hoodrats still shake it for me All my true fans still checking for me All the real smokers know Nate ain't passing nothing but dro indeed Real trees, chronic leaves, no seeds When I met you last night baby Before I blew your mind I thought we had a chance, lady No more, now that I'm sober you ain't that fine Don't wanna treat you wrong Don't wanna lead you on Here baby hit the bong While the West Coast rolls along While we, still making gangsta hits You'll be, still jocking gangsta dicks Damn girl you think you're slick? Somebody better get this bitch, this bitch I got these freaky hoes Clapping they hands, stomping they feet Every now and then they put they mouth on me Nowadays a G like me can't even call it A 23-year-old pussy fiend and freakaholic Pimping bitches on the regular, I put that on the G A hustler and a player, nowadays it pays to be Let me drop some shit about this bitch I used to know She gave your boy the head and said don't let nobody know A bonafide pro, I had to grab the ho She got freaky in your '64, I skeeted in her throat Been knowing the ho for four days, pimping repays And I bet you didn't know that she go both ways She ate her best friend, I left them hoes at the mote' They be beeping me and shit, but we don't kick it no mo' Them hot hoes is fiending, they on the nuts But bitch, I'm out your pussy when I nut, fo' real
What's the difference between me and you? What's the difference between me and you? Back when cube was rollin' with Lorenzo in a Benzo I was bangin' with a gang of instrumentals Got the pens and pencils, got down to business, but sometimes The business end of this shit can turn your friends against you But you was a real nigga, I could sense it in you I still remember the window of the car that you went through That's fucked up, but I'll never forget the shit we've been through And I'ma do whatever it takes to convince you 'Cause you my nigga Doc, and Eazy I'm still with you Fuck the beef, nigga I miss you, and that's just bein' real with you You see the truth is everybody wanna know how close me and Snoop is And who I'm still cool with Then I got these fake ass niggas I first blew with Claimin' that they non-violent talkin' like they (do not resist the beat) Spit venom in interviews, speakin' on reunions Move units, then talk shit and we can do this Until then I ain't even speakin' your name Just keep my name outta yo' mouth and we can keep it the same Nigga, it ain't that I'm too big to listen to the rumors It's just that I'm too damn big to pay attention to 'em That's the difference What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to livin' big dog style and straight coastin' What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to livin' big dog style and straight coastin' Yo, I stay with it While you try to perpetrate, play with it Never knew about the next level until Dre did it (yeah) I stay committed while you motherfuckers babysitted I smash the critics like a overhand right from Riddick (yeah) Come and get it, shitted on villains by the millions I be catchin' bitches while bitches be catchin' feelings So what the fuck am I supposed to do? I pop bottles and hot hollow points at each and all of you (come on) A heartless bastard, high and plastered My style is like the reaction from too much acid, never come down Pass it around if you can't handle it Hang Hollywood niggas by they soul train laminates What's the difference between me and you? (What?) About five back accounts, three ounces and two vehicles Until my death, I'm Bangladesh I suggest you hold yo' breath 'til ain't none left Yo, that's the difference What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to livin' big dog style and straight coastin' What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to livin' big dog style and straight coastin' Aight, hold up, hold up Stop the beat a minute, I got somethin' to say Dre, I wanna tell you this shit right now While this fuckin' weed is in me (the fuck) I don't know if I ever told you this, but I love you dawg I got your motherfuckin' back (right), just know this shit Slim, I don't know if you noticed it But I've had your back from day one, nigga let's blow this bitch I mean it dawg, you ever need somebody offed, whose throat is it? Well, if you ever kill that Kim bitch, I'll show you where the ocean is Well, that's cool, and I appreciate the offer But if I do decide to really murder my daughter's momma I'ma sit her up in the front seat and put sunglasses on her And cruise around with her for seven hours through California And have her wavin' at people (hi) then drop her off on the corner At the police station and drive off, honkin' the horn for her Raw dawg, get your arm gnawed off Drop the sawed off and beat you with the piece it was sawed off of Fuck blood, I wanna see some lungs coughed up Get shot up in the hot tub 'til the bubbles pop up And they nose and cough snot up, mucus in hot water That's for tryin' to talk like the chronic was lost product That's for even thinkin' of havin' them thoughts thought up You better show some respect whenever the Doc's brought up So what's the difference between us? We can start at the penis Or we can scream, "I just don't give a fuck" and see who means it What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to livin' big dog style and straight coastin' What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to livin' big dog style and straight coastin' What's the difference between me and you?
Damn girl, it is hotter than a motherfucker up in here You got that right I need to go to the bar and get me a drink, please! Yes! Hello! Shit, what the fuck you want? Hmmm... Let me get a Cosmo. What the fuck you want? Damn, I have an apple martini. This motherfucker drunk as a mother... Thirsty bitches This a drunken-ass nigga Oh, ooh, shit girl, those niggaz are lookin' over here! Oh, shit, don't look, don't look! Damn, what's up, what they look like tho? Shit, shit, damn, they look, they look aight. They fuckable? What's up, is they fuckable? Or what? (laughing)Shh, chill out, chill out! (What?) Here they come! (What?) Here they come! Chill out! Damn...
Hey, yo whassup? My name is Dre Can I blaze some Chonic witchu? Nigga what? Fo' ho'! Roll that shit up! Hell yeah, still alwayz into somethin' Heart still in Compton The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals Introduced you to my Doggs, that don't love hoes And Firm Fiascoes, assholes Fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up Doin' a tango, and cash, always in my grasp Came up in the game wearin' khakis not kangols, stranglin' hoes When asked about it in most interviews, I just laugh Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass One feed me mangoes, the other lightin' my hash Rap tabloids write Dre's light in the ass (what?) Came home uptight, ready to mash Like a gas pedal, get on that 64 Chevy level AK-47 heavy metal Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils 'Cause we rebels over here, I smell Chronic in the air That means we takin' over this year, you hear? Chronic, two-thousand (one) That means we takin over this year, ya hear? Light Speed, blazin' Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate Thai weed Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessy Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas I hang among hustlers, I slang and hoo-bang Bronson When bustaz roll through, can't fuck with my bold crew We will hold you captive and bust 'Cause gangbangin' is the active, activity Where I be livin' B, there ain't no Liberty Statue Hope you got your gat, don't let them catch you Slippin', without yours, it's warfare outdoors Ambulance, violent uproars Trash niggaz takin' out like chores, I meet whores on tours Jeans hot as pepper, so I sip, champagne on stormy shores We on some hardcore, pornographic Totin' Austrian firearms that's made out of plastic In these drastic surroundings, it be sounding like Lebanon, makin' fools retreat like Megatron and Starscream Oh yeah, I scream-on-stars To get loot and crossover like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar Get out your car son, that's how I came to bougie niggaz At bar one, it's either that or make front page stardom I'm the Golden Child, chased by Sardo Nympsay God's my bulletproof, it's hard to shoot me, you hear? (By the time you see him) That means it's real fuckin' hard to shoot me, you hear? Light Speed, blazin' Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate Thai weed Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessy Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas
Y'all know me, still the same OG
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas
With no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No boats, no snowmobiles, and no skis
Mad at me 'cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries
Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin' up in the office and back at my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze? Ho, please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees?
Who you think brought you the oldies?
Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's, and D.O.C.'s
The Snoop D-O-double-Gs
And the group that said, "Motherfuck the police"
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
To bump when you stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doin' too good
Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you niggas that said that I turned pop or The Firm flopped
Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin' no sleep
So fuck y'all, all of y'all
If y'all don't like me, blow me
Y'all are gon' keep fuckin' around with me and turn me back to the old me
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?)
Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way?
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (Yup)
Just study a tape of N.W.A.
One day I was walkin' by
With a Walkman on, when I caught a guy
Gave me an awkward eye ('Chu lookin' at?)
And strangled him up in the parking lot with his Karl Kani
I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge
When I'm drunk as fuck
Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage
Hoppin' out with two broken legs tryna walk it off
Fuck you too, bitch, call the cops
I'ma kill you and them loud-ass motherfuckin' barkin' dogs
And when the cops came through
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt-down house
With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And still weren't found out (Right here)
So from here on out, it's the Chronic II
Startin' today and tomorrow's anew
And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew
Chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady
Hotter than a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid-80s
Callin' men ladies
Sorry Doc, but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save me
It's okay, go with him, Hailie (Dada?)
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
If it was up to me, you motherfuckers'd stop
Comin' up to me with your hands out
Lookin' up to me like you want somethin' free
When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumpin' me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb from me
'Cause I'm from the streets of C-Compton (Compton)
I told 'em all
All 'em little gangstas, who you think helped mold 'em all?
Now you wanna run around talkin' 'bout guns like I ain't got none
What, you think I sold 'em all 'cause I stay well off?
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin' Dre fell off
What, 'cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad
Tryna get this damn label off? I ain't havin' that
This is the millennium of Aftermath
It ain't gon' be nothin' after that
So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap, you can have it back
So where's all the Mad Rappers at?
It's like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats know that I was strapped with gats
While you were cuddlin' a Cabbage Patch
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about DreLa-da-da-da-dah It's the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G Snoop Dogg! La-da-da-da-dah You know I'm mobbin' with the D.R.E Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You know who's back up in this, motherfucker! What? What? What? What? So blaze the weed up then (blaze it up, blaze it up) Just blaze that shit up, nigga Yeah, 'sup Snoop? Top Dogg, bite 'em all, nigga burn the shit up D-P-G-C, my nigga turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin' back up And when they bang this in the club, baby, you got to get up Thug niggas, drug dealers, yeah they givin' it up Lowlife, yo' life, boy we livin' it up Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party fo' sho' Slip my hoe a 44 when she got in the back door Bitches lookin' at me strange but you know I don't care Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin' my hair Bitch quit talkin', Crip walk if you down with the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trap Come back, get back, that's the part of success If you believe in the X you'll be relievin' your stress La-da-da-da-dah It's the motherfuckin' D.R.E. (dr. Dre, motherfucker) La-da-da-da-dah You know I'm mobbin' with the D-O-double-G Straight off the fuckin' streets of C-P-T King of the beats you ride to 'em in your Fleet, Fleetwood Or Coupe DeVille rollin' on dubs How you feelin', whoopty-whoop, nigga what? Dre and Snoop chronic'ed out in the 'llac With D.O.C in the back, sippin' on 'gnac (yeah) Clip in the strap, dippin' through hoods (what hood?) Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood! South Central out to the Westside (Westside) It's California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang of pub I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club With my jeans on, and my team strong Get my drink on, and my smoke on Then go home with, somethin' to poke on Loc it's on for the two-triple-oh Comin' real, it's the next episode Hold up, hey For my niggas who be thinkin' we soft We don't play We gon' rock it 'til the wheels fall off Hold up, hey For my niggas who be actin' too bold Take a seat Hope you're ready for the next episode He-hey-hey-hey Smoke weed everday
La-da-da-da-dah
It's the motherfucking D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg)
La-da-da-da-dah
You know I'm mobbing with the D-R-E
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know who's back up in this motherfucker
What? What? What? What?
So blaze the weed up then (blaze it up, blaze it up)
Blaze that shit up, nigga, yeah, 'sup, Snoop?
Top Dogg, bite 'em all, nigga, burn the shit up
D-P-G-C, my nigga, turn that shit up
C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah, we hooking back up
And when they bang this in the club, baby, you got to get up
Thug niggas, drug dealers, yeah, they giving it up
Lowlife, yo' life, boy, we living it up
Taking chances while we dancing in the party for sure
Slipped my ho a forty-four when she got in the back door
Bitches looking at me strange, but you know I don't care
Step up in this motherfucker just a-swinging my hair
Bitch, quit talking, Crip walk if you down with the set
Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope on this jet
Out of town, put it down for the father of rap
And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch, shut yo' trap
Come back, get back, that's the part of success
If you believe in the X, you'll be relieving your stress
La-da-da-da-dah
It's the motherfucking D-R-E
Dr. Dre, motherfucker (what? What? What? What?)
La-da-da-da-dah
You know I'm mobbing with the D-O-double-G
Straight off the fucking streets of C-P-T
King of the beats, you ride to 'em in your Fleet (Fleetwood)
Or Coupe DeVille rolling on dubs
How you feel? Whoopty whoop, nigga what?
Dre and Snoop chronic'd out in the 'llac
With D.O.C. in the back, sipping on 'gnac (yeah)
Clip in the strap, dipping through hoods (what hood?)
Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood
South Central out to the West Side, it's California Love
This California bud got a nigga gang of pub
I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club
With my jeans on, and my team strong
Get my drink on and my smoke on
Then go home with something to poke on ('sup bitch?)
Loc, it's on for the two-triple-oh
Coming real, it's the next episode
Hold up, hey
For my niggas who be thinking we soft, we don't play
We gon' rock it 'til the wheels fall off
Hold up, hey
For my niggas who be acting too bold, take a seat
Hope you ready for the next episode
Hey-ey-ey-ey
Smoke weed every dayAll these niggaz and all these hoes in here Somebody here gon' fuck All these niggaz and all these hoes in here Somebody here gon' fuck All these niggaz and all these hoes in here Somebody here gon' fuck All these niggaz and all these hoes in here Somebody here gon' fuck Talkin' that, walkin' that, spittin' at hoes Smokin' this, drinkin' that, gettin' at hoes Fuck this I'm hittin' that I'm hittin' 'em both Have one ridin' dick, one lickin' my toes When I'm lovin' these hoes there ain't no love involved No hugs, no kisses, bear rugs, bear britches Rare bitches like to pose in them black tail pictures Bitch jumped off my dick (Is that Dre over there?) Yeah, I just took some ecstasy Ain't no tellin' what the side effects could be All these fine bitches equal sex to me Plus I got this bad bitch layin' next to me No doubt, sit back on the couch Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out Come on let's get high (High) Let's get high (High) Come on let's get high (High) Let's get high, all my ladies Let's get high (High) High (High) Let's get high (High) Come on let's get high I make the four hop, pull up at the spot Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel Stompin' in the party, Kurupt, Young Gotti I'm fuckin' somethin' in this bitch, hit 'em with some gangsta shit Put somethin' in your mouth bitch real tasty I'm lookin' real sauce in my gangsta-ass Stacys Hit the party, ease up, Kurupt with an ounce an' Got all the hoes in this motherfucker bouncin' Bouncin' Yo whattup Scruncho? Mel-Man what's crackin'? Wassup wit all these ol' punk ass hoes in here? Nigga what? I'm a hustlin' bitch I like them get rich niggaz, them hit the switch niggaz Niggaz bout the sex and which bitch to hit next While I'm kickin' my game and collectin' them checks Got all y'all niggaz vexed to fuck this triple-X rated hoe You say you ain't eat it, you ate it though And uh, Roq don't stop, can't be droppin' no drawers To the niggaz how you figure got you shittin' in yours Yeah, little dicks always runnin' they mouth While a bitch is better off to masturbate and be out All you bitches up in here know what I'm talkin' about Get the loot, get the ice, fuck the wife, no doubt Tryin' to live lavish, marry a big dick and stay cavi Holla back at them niggaz that hollered at me Pop the Cris', whip the six and shit And have all y'all niggaz limp when I twist my shit Yeah, bitch ass niggaz
That's some good-ass weed Check it out Dawg... This game is a motherfuckin' trip man, word on the streets Everybody always tryin' to run up on me Hollerin' about word on the streets is this nigga said this Man I don't give a fuck about what that nigga said man That's what's wrong with you niggas, you niggas is just like bitches Hoe ass niggas, talk too motherfuckin' much (Speak...) Study your own, get your own You know what I'm sayin'? Be independent nigga Biaaaaatch!!! (Yeah...) Bitch niggas (Bitch niggas) Bitch niggas (Bitch niggas) Bitch ass niggas (Beotch) Bitch niggas (Bitch niggas) Yeah I'm talkin' about you (Bitch niggas) (And you too, hmm...) Dogg, I meet mo' bitch niggas than hoes Look here and I really don't know, but that's just how it go (Damn) Dawg, so many niggas like to keep up shit And just like a bitch (Bitch), niggas be talkin' shit (Nigga) Smilin' in my face and then they blast me in the back Niggas stay strapped from way back, cause payback... I'll, make niggas wanna pop that shit If you ain't ready for the game (uh-huh), nigga stop that shit We rock that shit, my nigga Dre, drop that shit (Right) No mo' talkn', I'm walkin' and I'm poppin' the clip Glock on the hip, set trippin', drippin' and shit If you act like a bitch (Nigga) Nigga you get smacked like a bitch Bitch niggas, bitch niggas, bitch niggas There niggas don't know what the fuck is goin' on Yo Dogg... Check it kick back Let me holla at these niggas for a minute Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity The aggravated, makin' these punk motherfuckers hate it COMPTON... Is the city I'm from Can't never leave the crib without a murder weapon, huh I can't live my life on broke no mo' And most of these fools ain't shit but cutthroats They smile in a nigga face, and for what? They got the game all fucked up, and want my thing fucked up I done learned a lot, seen a whole lot The top notch nigga, I'm fiendin' for that spot Now peep game on what Six-Two told me... These niggas after yo' paper, Dr. D-R-E (What?) And these punk-ass hoes is lookin' for dough You gotta watch your homeboys, cause a nigga never know Oh, they'll be around, but when yo' paper get low Just like Master P said, "There they go, there they go" Bitch niggas... Attention all personnel (Uh-huh) Stop scheamin', and lookin' hard Stop scheamin', and... and, and... and-and, and... and lookin' hard Bitch nigga, a bitch nigga Bitch nigga, hella bitch nigga You's a bitch nigga, motherfucker bitch nigga A bitch nigga... a bitch nigga I know yo' type, so much bitch in you, if it was slightly darker Lights was little dimmer my dick be stuck up in yo' windpipe Hmm, you'd rather blow me than fight, I'm from the old school Like Romey Rome homey yo, you owe me the right To slap you, like the bitch that you are, been wantin' to cap you Every since you was mad doggin' me with that bitch in yo' car Fool, "Who do you think you are? Mr. Bigster" Man, you shit on Hitt, get yo' shit bust, plus Pistol-whipped, cover it up, use yo' bitch's blush Mr. Powder Puff yo', bark ain't loud enough, huh I know Chihuahuas that's mo' rah-rah, ha ha I have to laugh Dre, I bet he take bubble baths You don't want no trouble with the Aftermath staff, trust me Doggy Dogg, Diggy Doctor plus me No you's a busta slash hussy, soft as a hush puppy Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimen, a bitch nigga Stop scheamin', and lookin' hard Stop... stop... stop scheamin', and lookin' hard Stop.stop.ah... op.op.stop.sch.sch.scheamin' and lookin' hard Stop scheamin'...an... an.an.an.an.and lookin' hard Stop scheamin', and lookin' hard Stop schea... scheamin', and lookin' hard Stop scheamin', and... and... and... stop scheamin', and lookin' hard
And now, the car bomb Yo, Re-Re, come on man, let's get the fuck up out of here, man I'm comin' baby, all right speedy I'm coming, damn! Took a motherfuckin' hour to get dressed I told you I was gonna be here over this motherfucker I wanna be in and out. Now, don't fuck around over here And baby, I'm lookin' good right? I'm lookin' good, it was worth the while I'm sayin', fuck that man I'm tryin' to get the fuck up out of here, man Yo, yo yo, hold it, hold it! Wassup, this your? Them your people right there? You know those motherfuckers right there? No nigga, I don't know them peoples, you paranoid What the fuck they lookin' at? I'm sayin' you ain't seen the motherfuckers Ridin' past lookin' all at me and shit! Nigga you trippin', lets go, Scary-ass nigga you hidin' somethin', let's keep it movin' Man, fuck that man, get in the car, man Aw, Goddamn Told you dont fuck around over here and shit Whatever Damn, what the fucks up with this shit? You didn't put no gas in this raggedy motherfucker, Goddamn! I just got a tune-up the other day, man My shit all that Ha ha ain't this a bitch, pined-out Pete. Let's keep, oh my goodness Man, shut the fuck up, Let me start my motherfuckin' shit Fuck you, nigga, take me
When darkness be closin in I'm motivated, with the howlin wind With a list of chosen men, frozen in sin Knowin that your end is beginnin Swift silent and deadly There's no defending my plots, I know your every movement For six months I watch, coulda gotchu at your baby's mother's house Even at your down-low weed spot But the backdrop, wasn't flattering enough I didn't want people gathering and stuff Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff Here - puff this here, while I figure which way, to split yo' wig Right now you as nervous, as a Farmer John pig As I dig into my tragic bag, take out the HK Twist on the silencer, insert the thirty-shot mag Bullet stuck to his brain like a magnet Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet This is anybody (Murderah) To fuckin' everybody (Murderah) Nigga all y'all (Murderah) Uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed This is anybody (Murderah) Motherfuckin' everybody (Murderah) Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderah) Uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed Peeped all the stash drop and exchange of the dough Lurkin through the turf, think how I'mma just work Give em chase to the crib and yo he properly laced Stepped out the car, put my steel, to the side of his face Murder - this the fuckin Case, rob this nigga and shake The fuckin spot cause in a few it's gon' be crawlin with cops! Who's the bad bitch now, you crept on, paid the piper Who'da thought a sexy bitch could be a murderous sniper Detrimental to your health, shoulda learned yo' lesson But it's too late nigga bye-bye, better count yo' blessings I been watchin you watchin me, yeah you ballin Was, nigga now you finger fucked and steady fallin A thug wit no love, but bitch niggas die fast Thug niggas die young - oh what you thought you would last? Blast two shots to the dome, slide back to the pad And jack my nigga off, til his dick get soft Resume the wifey boo shit, cause yo my man don't know That his bitch is straight ill, servin ass with fo'fo' I'm a motherfuckin (Murderah) Bitch this is anybody (Murderah) Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderah) Uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed I'm a motherfuckin (Murderah) Uhh bitch this is anybody (Murderah) Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderah) Uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed!
Aww they say uhh "A black man is a pimp," Well let me tell you the biggest pimp On planet motherfuckin' Earth, is her momma It's her momma that told her, "Get a man that got a good job gurl! Make sure he got a good car gurl! Make sure he can take you out and buy you somethin gurl!" What happened to just fallin in love with a nigga with a bus pass Just cause you love the nigga? But I'm the pimp motherfucker! I gotta be the player! Biggest hoes, on planet Earth Are walkin' through the motherfuckin' neighborhood You knew when you got with the nigga he already had a woman You knew he already had a family But you fucked him anyway! And then when you thought you gon' lose the nigga You went and got pregnant - didn't you bitch, didn't ya! The ol' 'keep a nigga baby' And then when the nigga ain't around, what do you tell the child? "Aww that nigga ain't shit, that's why yo' daddy ain't here Cause that nigga ain't shit," How bout bein a woman, and tellin the kid the truth That yo' momma, you was a hoe! Tell the kid! Momma was a hoe, I was weekend pussy I had you to keep the nigga, it didn't work out That's why he ain't here - but he a good nigga Cause he take care of his real family I was just a dumb bitch, tryin to keep, a nigga that I wanted
Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker, West West y'all Yeah, L.A. niggaz, L.A. niggaz rule the world nigga Y'all niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin'? Niggaz don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin'? But this shit come all the way back around here My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all bitch-ass Yaknahmsayin'? You gotta recognize L.A. niggaz, connected all over the motherfuckin' world, nigga Recognize this Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag G'd from the feet up, blued up from the sewer's how I grew up Lockin' smokin' and drinkin 'til we threw up At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' fools up Ditchin my class, just to fuck yo' school up You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up But don't sleep, y'all niggaz quick to shoot you Now there's another motherfucker with no future But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba Got 'em jumpin' I'm comin' "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha Picture this, Dr. Dre twistin' wit Tha Liks And Hittman bought a fix Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch Here it tick tick tick tick Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic Weed and cocaine sold separate, check it From sundown to sunup, clown done run up The aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what? We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day, in L.A. It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way, in L.A. Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move They call me Hitt, 'cause I spit like gats do Cock me back Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you Blast you, for that set you claim Mash on you for your Turkish chain, C.K. B.K. Blued up or flame, I ran wit a gang I helped niggaz get jacked for they Dana Dane's My pants hang below my waistline I look humble wanna rumble? I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline, don't waste my time Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass bitches Hawaiian Thai, drive-by, six-fo's on switches I was raised in the hood called What-The-Dif' Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood Slugs for the fuck of it Anybody hatin' on us can suck a dick If I catch you touchin' mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor Better than yours, drivin' away gettin' head from a whore It's AvireX-to-the-Z Fuckin' with me might get you banned from TV Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your health Like puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin' yourself Five in the mornin', burglars at my do' Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer Let 'em come in, blaow, he see the thunder roll Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo' And bruise by the case Slap you in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings Haters fold the style, but can't find no openings We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day, in L.A. It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way, in L.A., in L.A. That's how we ride That's how we ride That's how we ride That's how we ride
(Jake Steed's lines are in {}'s)
(Ya'll ready to get nasty?)
YEAH!
{Shit!}...YEAH! Ohhh...
{Damn!
Oh, that pussy is good tho...}
Oh, shit!
{It's good!}
OHHH! OHHH!
Fuck, you hurtin' me bitch! {Oh shit!}
OHHH! {Oh, yeah you're da bitch, beotch!}
(Fuck!)
OHHH! {Oh shit!}
(You're hurtin' me!)
{Damn!}
(You're hurtin' me!)
{Damn!} (OHHH!)
{Damn!}
You're makin' my pussy sore, bastard! {Oh shit!}
{Oh, my nuts!}
Aww, Fuck me! {OHHH!} Fuck...
{Oh shit yo' face!} (OHHH!) {Oh, damn, damn, damn, oh,
Shit, oh,
Fuckin in my ass, bastard!
{Shit! Ohhh... Ohhh... DAMN!}
Oh, shit I can't see! (Ohhh...)
Oh, shit! {Oh, shit!}
Fuck! {Whore!} Ahhh...
{Damn, that shit was good...}
Ahhh, oh shit...
{Ohhh, my god...}
Ohhhh... ohhhh... ohhhh...
{Damn...}
Oh, that shit feels so good...
Ohhh... ohhh... ohhh...
{Shit!}
Oh, get the fuck up! Oh, get the fuck up now!
Oh you fucked the shit out of us!
Fuckin big dick master! {Oh shit! Aight...}
Oh shit! {Aight, chill, chill, chill, give me five minutes, damn!}
Well, get the fuck up!
Jake, hurry up, cuz you know I gotta get home to my nigga... cuz you know...
You know you gots to get some at home, hahaha...
Now I'm lovin that big
{Ooooh, shit!}
Ha ha.what? You got a problem?
{Man, fuck your man, know what I'm sayin? I'm Jake Steed. BITCH!}
WHAT?! Who you callin' a bitch?
{You! Bitch!}Now this, this is one of them occasions Where the homies not doin' it right I mean he found him a hoe that he like But you can't make a hoe a housewife And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end A bitch is a bitch, but a dog is a man's best friend So what you found you a hoe that you like But you can't make a hoe a housewife wife I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she 'bout to trip (Where the fuck is my money) I cannot G guilty You pimpin' strong, but comin' home, to sheets that be filthy She on the dillzy, I take advantage All up in them panties, I got this bitch speakin' Spanish I'm mannish get yo' nails out my back Slut I'm bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' cat You gotta earn the player rules, this is how I play a dude Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin' shoes Dollar signs are folded, I can't control it Tryin' to leave her, beeper just exploded She sweatin' me, won't let me, broad turned fraud Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin' tricks huh Man it's a trip I don't trip I'm in yo' Lexus flexin' I left her up in Dallas, Texas, assed out Now this, this is one of them occasions Where the homies not doin' it right I mean he found him a hoe that he like But you can't make a hoe a housewife And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end A bitch is a bitch, but a dog is a man's best friend So what you found you a hoe that you like But you can't make a hoe a housewife wife Now hoe is short for honey Almost had her wailin' like Bunny Tellin' tales of bein' pregnant Catchin' Nordstrom sales with abortion money I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when I shot at her Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe's erotica Exotic, she's psychotic, rockin' his Nautica Soon he'll need antibiotics (Sucka bitch) Name a sexual disease She got it like Sam Goody You be like, damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia Fool I pity ya We live in the city of ballers With more bouncin' than a Zapp She will doo-wah-diddy-ya The prettier, the grittier, the wittier can get her to the Hotel, Niko On some Suave shit like, Rico That's when I caught a Vision like Coleco A high-post hoe A perfect way for me to keep dough Have her sellin' ass on Bronson Ave and Pico At the hotel, motel, or the Holiday Inn (Say what nigga) I said if that bitch keep fuckin' up then we'll fuck her friends (Bitch) I said I dip, dive, what can I say Niggas need to stop fuckin' with O.J Some niggas bang blood, some niggaz bang creep And bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks I had to dream of hoes, I had to scream at hoes I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes Lil' Almond Joy, I truly enjoy If you blew my balls, right through my drawers Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot From the way she was blowin', I know she does it a lot I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters The hoe started callin' when I started boss ballin' Gimme some head, gimme some ass Gimme some cash, pass it to Daz Pass it to Snoop, or pass it to Nate Hoes eat dick like eggs and steak That ain't shit new, I thought you knew (What?) I knew you would, you wish you could Break a G down, break me down But I'mma see you on the rebound D.P style Now this, this is one of them occasions Where the homies not doin' it right I mean he found him a hoe that he like But you can't make a hoe a housewife And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end A bitch is a bitch, but a dog is a man's best friend So what you found you a hoe that you like But you can't make a hoe a housewife wife Oh half Dead Lil' half Dead the money jumped out to say Ol' Snoop Dogg on the look out boy, yeah He gon' be more than half Dead If he don't fill my motherfuckin' drink up I'll fill your motherfuckin' mouth up I don't think so
It's fuckin' ackrite Question is, can I get some? Knahmsayin'? Ackrite bitch When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, you nahmsayin'? When I yank you by the fuckin' perm Don't be lookin' at a nigga crazy Just get with the digits and be the fuck out, you nahmsayin? Let me break it down for y'all It was just one of those days when I wanted to catch sunrays Fun to get blunted on a Sunday, afternoon Nigga babe got room, grab the gat for misbehaviors And the chocolate faded boom, flossin' hip-hop tunes Zoom-zoom like the Commodores Wonder will we have drama or, end up clownin' whores Around the full good-to-go girls Like them Barbicose girls, ridin' shotgun, baby I be postin' all-world in the ride Sippin' 151 that gave me too much pride to back down Soon as we get to the beach I'ma put my fuckin' Mack down I'm playin' lead, not the background It's time to put Bronson on the map now Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite I'ma have to ack-wild Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, 'cause niggaz don't fight Sucker free for life, so you better think twice (Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite) I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite (Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right) Drink kickin' in, I'm stimulated For those that don't know big words, I'm fuckin' faded 83 degrees, ease to a shaded spot Our first spot was cool 'til some gangsters made it hot Now we plot and pose Plus we watchin' hoes with lots of flesh exposed Gettin' swarmed by those type of niggaz with no game but brown-nose So I impose only like pros can "Yo, is this your man?" "No" Grab the bitch's hand "I'm Hittman", bling, gold chain gleam "You're very eligible for my summer league team" Maybe too extreme 'cause the sister got steamed Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethern I got mad, spit flame on the name Stefan, tattooed on her arm Hoe you ain't the bomb, must be a dyke Witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, 'cause niggaz don't fight Sucker free for life, so you better think twice (And a give a nig' some ackrite) I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite (So give a nig' some ackrite) Frontin' on the ack-rite, causin' me to act up Good Samaritan save that hoe from gettin' slapped up My homies crack up at the scene I made Yo, my actions ain't serene when a nigga's on fade If it wasn't for the one-time brigade I woulda sprayed at the hooker tramp As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break camp, make tracks Where else can we go to take hoes from fake Macks Aiyyo, chase them girls in that black Maxima The passenger, almost fractured her, neckbone, lookin' back at us Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's plush They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush Try to swing an EP tonight so I don't have to keep in touch Keep it on hush without the tip-in Mackin' interrupted by some niggaz set-trippin' Clip in the strap, I showed these niggaz how to act Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, 'cause niggaz don't fight Sucker free for life, so you better think twice (Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite) I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite (Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right) Biatch I just wanna put my dick on your shoulder So you can put it on your mind later on Take that dick off your shoulder And put it in your mouth Drink the evidence And hide the dick behind your head The police is comin It's called ten Put this dick behind your head
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is Bang bang! Bang bang! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is Bang bang! Bang bang! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is Bang bang! Bang bang! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is Bang bang! Bang bang! Everyday it's the same thing, L.A. ain't changed Niggas still playa hatin', but Dre ain't changed I'm just a lot smarter now 'Cause these niggas is bangin' ten times harder now Niggas ringin' they ass up in the wrong part of town Better turn they car around Rollin' the window down (Hey can we talk it out?) (Nah, get the fuck out) Johnny got a shotgun And he ain't even strong enough to cock one Fuck tryin' to job hunt Niggas got AK's, niggas is way crazier Than Dre was back in his N.W.A. days Niggas spray strays and shoot without lookin' Niggas walk by and blast without leavin' a footprint I think the attitudes are twice as worst It takes half the time to get your life reversed Always tryin' to play Rambo with they ammo Make a nigga wanna stay in family mode Bang bang! Bang bang! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is Bang bang! Bang bang! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is Bang bang! Bang bang! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is Bang bang! Bang bang! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is Bang bang! Late nights is full of lead that whistles as it goes by Murder arrives, anytime Bullets take flight when the fo'-five ignites Some hearts skip a beat, some get blew out, and never re-light With you in the site of youngsters with automatics Bustin' on shit to lay everything down even tourists and non-affiliates These days, gun play is official with green lights on every block Though the sign tells you too it's not best to stop On every corner, Cali niggas are dumpin' You'll be shakin' your soul loose from the box at the coroner's Makin' death not so foreign to ya Niggas got Rugers and M14's with enough Ammo to leave an armored truck Swiss cheese I've learned to stay away from house parties I've seen too many go and end up absent without leavin' Ain't no, warm welcomings, my eyes have witnessed the bend in on Nights that don't sleep, and fireworks until dawn Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is Bang bang! Bang bang! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is Bang bang! Bang bang! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is Bang bang! Bang bang! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is Bang bang! Bang bang! Now tell me, what the fuck is this man? Niggas doin' brothers in worse than the Klan Can't even stand, in front of your buildin' and chill without yieldin' 12 year old children that kill, blood spillin' Thugs be illin', unnecessary slugs fillin' the sky Usually drillin' the one that wasn't willin' to die Yes, sir in the Killing Field I got my, life preserver And I'll do my time for murder, these niggas got the nerve to Question me 'bout the colors that I got on? I see that red dot on your knot 'Bout to get your whole crew shot on A Soldier of Fortune, I'm the wrong nigga to plot on Took him out on the spot before he even got on my hitlist Peep this, I cock back, you bow down Bust round, bloody the ground, retaliation sounds like this Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is Bang bang! Bang bang! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is Bang bang! Bang bang! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is Bang bang! Bang bang! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is Bang bang! Bang bang! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is Bang bang! Bang bang! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is Bang bang! Bang bang! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is Bang bang! Bang bang! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is Bang bang! Bang bang!
This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P. . . A message to God . . Since you finishin em early, what posessed you to start him? We made a vow - later we'll regret til death do us part Lord, I thought we was made for each other You shouldn't connect those, made to be taken away from each other Now what I'm supposed to do? I'm only half the man that I was I'll never last, cause my better half is up there with you You knew what you was doin when you made us; so with all due respect You coulda forgave him, you didn't have to take him He can take the game with him, cause he defines the word The one who puts the G in it, who you think put me in it? I'm feelin like my whole world is blinded - wonderin why Cryin, pourin out my heart, pourin out liquor behind it We fought like brothers, somethin we never should do We coulda used time spent arguin tellin the truth He had talent too - I had plans on watchin him grow Don't know what hurts more - seein him leave, or watchin him go Listen listen listen. (listen) whoahh (listen) Listen listen listen. (better listen) whoahh-oahhh-oahhh Listen listen listen. Listen. mmm-mmm-mmm If you wanna know why. (why I live my life) The way that I do. (cause I got to get this money) So don't worry about me. (cause I know my way around) I'm just hustlin everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper Youse a soldier, you're probably packin heat up there Met up with homies from the street, and got deep up there If you only knew the way I felt before they ruined the crew I thought I learned from Eazy, now I'm goin through it with you We lost a thug, a son, and a father I spoke to your son, the other day, and told him Uncle Dre got him The Lord must be accidentally pulling your file Cause I'm still paging you, 911, straight in denial Prayin you get it, but no man can choose the card he was dealt You either quit, or you gon' play it like you get it I done been through all emotions, from in shock, to keepin a poker face To straight breakin down and showin all emotions I'm anxious to believe in real G's don't cry If that's the truth, then I'm realizin I ain't no gangsta It's just not me, but you know I'ma always ride wit you I miss you, sometimes I wish I just died wit you Listen listen listen. (listen) whoahh (listen) Listen listen listen. whoahh-oahhh-oahhh Listen listen listen. Listen. eyy-eyy-eyy-yeah-yeahh If you wanna know why. (why I live my life) The way that I do. (cause I got to get this money) So don't worry about me. (don't worry, don't worry worry) I'm just hustlin everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper Yeah, yeah, ahhh-oooh-oahahahhhhh. listen. Mmmmmmmmmhmhmhmmmmmm. If you don't know why I. you gotta listen up right now Lis-ten, lis-ten, lis-ten, lis-ten. Oooooooooh... oahahoooohhh ooooha ohhhhh Lis-ten, lis-ten Ahhhowooooo yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah-ehh-yeah, yeah-ooeooooh Yahhooooohahhooooh listen Lis-ten, children lis-ten I'm tryin to tell you somethin good Don't get caught up in the hood Yeahhh-hah, yeahhh-hah, aooooooh If you don't know why. You gotta find out the reason why. Brother. brother.
Compton was the American dream. Sunny California with a palm tree in the front yard, the camper, the boat. Temptingly close to the Los Angeles in the 50s and 60s, it became " The Black American Dream". Open housing paved a way as middle class black flooded into the city. Whites don't buy houses in Compton anymore. Now with 74% of the population black power is the fact of life From banks to bowling alleys, Once a dream many black thought they've been buying has turned sour. Though the mayor and 4 out of 5 consul men are black, they have been unable to solve the problems of crime and growing welfare, which is slowing suburban turning Compton into an extension of the black innercity. Crime is now as high as the ghetto. 47 homicides last year gave Compton one of the highest per capital rates in the country. Juvenal activity, muggings, and small robberies make some blacks off to leave
I don't give one fuck, off the top I wish a nigga would try me Real shit, y'all counterfeit, y'all niggas bad business That's why the game all fucked up Fuck Glocks, I'm all about Fort Knox, nigga Ride through your neighborhood Throwin' money out the window like what! You about the dollar (No, no, nothin' bout it) Yo poor life been without it My life in the spotlight Oh no no no, I ain't even got to talk about it, talk about it Hol' up if you really bout it Tell these motherfuckers we don't even wanna talk about it, what I don't know everything But one thing, one thing I do know One thing, one thing I do know (I know, I know, I know) Is one day I'ma have everything It was all a dream I want it all I just bought California Them other states ain't far behind it either I remember selling instrumentals off a beeper Millionaire before the headphones or the speakers I was getting money 'fore the internet Still got Eminem checks I ain't opened yet MVP shit, this is where the trophies at D-R-E, this is where the dope is at The world ain't enough, I want it all God dammit, I'm too old, I forgot I got it all But Andre young enough to still get involved And Andre still young enough to say fuck y'all Fuck you, fuck you, and you in the corner too If you wanna beef, make sure that that's somethin' you wanna do There's some missin' people that felt that way too I don't know everything But one thing, one thing I do know One thing, one thing I do know (I know, I know, I know) Is one day I'ma have everything It was all a dream I want it all What the fuck was y'all thinking? You let the wrong young nigga link with a legend 'Lotta new niggas talking crazy on the records I'm the only king here, you can tell 'em that I said it I'm the black Eminem, I'm the humbler 50 I'm D.O.C., who do it better? Nobody fuckin' with me I murder rappers everyday, til' police come and get me And Dre just come and bail me out and then we hit the studio Ain't no new rap in my ear, too many depressed niggas Emotional every song, deserve to have breast niggas Crying bout my old girl, but ain't how I left niggas Try and get my Xbox, Red Ring of Death niggas I'm Kanye raising the diamond on the day of his chainin' If this was you, your diamond wouldn't be worth the appraising I'm just talking reckless, I'm just off the record But I mean it, kept my blessings We was dreaming, now we close enough to see it I don't know everything But one thing, one thing I do know One thing, one thing I do know (I know, I know, I know) Is one day I'ma have everything It was all a dream I want it all Listen I've been tryna get it all I'm just in this bitch, I'ma show em how to get involved Yeah I want everything, yeah I want everything Talk about it Hol' up if you really bout it Tell these motherfuckers we don't even wanna talk about it, what
Stone cold killers in these Compton streets One hand on the 9, all eyes on me Murder, murder Call 9-1-1, emergency Hands up in the air for the world to see It's murder, it's murder Murder My daddy done killed a bitch Went and put that dome to her head My daddy done killa you Don't fi a pull up pon a man and (Let me up!) What it look like? See my daddy done kill 'em dead Bullets come down from the earth My daddy done killa you Don't fi a pull up pon a man and (Let me up!) What it look? Stone cold killers in these Compton streets One hand on the 9, all eyes on me Murder, murder Call 9-1-1, emergency Hands up in the air for the world to see It's murder, it's murder Murder (It's been a 187 in this bitch!) Murderess, murder listen, hit a suburban whippin' Tinted windows ride at your wifey (Blah!) and I bet you miss her Reload the protools and we throw the clip in both trays That's one on the left and one in the right hand, Scottie Pippen both ways Been doin' drive-bys, got this music industry timelined Lookin' like Rosecrans when these niggas throw up them signs high I'm talkin' about that bottom where it's high crimes Shit, I'm just tryna get paid and keep 'em thighs high Sometimes I feel like I could just bury 'em, bury 'em Cause delirium, mass hysteria, scarier area I'm very aware that hip hop needed somethin' to carry it So I married that bitch and swung down in that chariot Hangin' way too fuckin' close, beware the barrier This is hub city nigga, don't make us embarrass you Man, you should be realistic, these niggas 'round here ballistic We did the numbers and you lookin' like another statistic Stone cold killers in these Compton streets One hand on the 9, all eyes on me Murder, murder Call 9-1-1, emergency Hands up in the air for the world to see It's murder, it's murder Murder Ahh, recognize whatever side the sides reside until the dead has risen Live in a project building, dodgin' the module ceilings I ride, I'mma ride in a stolen jeep Ride with the eyes of five blind men, my vision (Corrupted) Mama tried counselin', five plans for Kendrick (But fuck it) My family's ties, had sabotaged Rosecrans existence (abducted) My aliens on surveillance, they payed me a visit (Disgusting) Our stadium's packed, raiders in black Curls drippin', silver bullet, palladium in my strap I lie on the side of a one way street Nowhere to go, death all I can see I say "Fuck is up?", I fuck 'em up, your supper's up or somethings up I hoping all get orthotist, rope it before the double dutch broke Plenty ruckus with the weapon I protect it under oath My discretion, fuck your blessing, fuck your life Fuck your hope, fuck your mama Fuck your daddy, fuck you dead homie Fuck the world up when we came up, that's Compton homie! Murder, murder Murder Murder It's all murder Murder Murder, murder Murder, murder (It's been a 187 in this bitch!)
Family problems, it ain't easy handling those needs (Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do) Baby mama drama, I just need a little time to go to sleep (Damn, only if I had a little time for me) Record company motherfuckers asking me when I'm gonna release (I want the pressure homie, so much pressure on me) And my homies on my back about me helping them get up off them streets (I mean what the fuck?) And it all falls back on me Sometimes, somehow, it all falls back on me (Somehow it always fall back on me) No matter where we are, no matter what we doing, it's on me If it was up to you that's just the way it's always gon' be (Listen to me) It's kind of funny how they fall back on me I used to never get a call back, homie Before the money they didn't see me like it's dark and it's all black, homie But now they switching cause the card black, homie It wasn't always that way We was recording on the 4-track, homie New apartment, no fridge, no mattress, no table, no cable And all I hear is my girl in my ear And this nigga Eazy asking for his car back, homie I would've never saw this happening from that far back, homie What it came to be, would have never believed, living the life I lived in C-P-T A motherfucking dream to reality is what you call that, homie It was something to me No eat, no sleep, wasn't nothing to me Can't always be how you want it to be And I'm the one that they looking up to Fuck they expecting from me? And it all falls back on me Sometimes, somehow, it all falls back on me (Somehow it always fall back on me) No matter where we are, no matter what we doing, it's on me If it was up to you that's just the way it's always gon' be That's just the way it is, and how it always was DJing parties in my neighborhood just for the love Dope dealers over tipping and bitches stripping And any minute niggas start tripping and start shooting shit On any given day I'm like "what the fuck?" Face down on the pavement with the billy clubs Took that feeling to the studio and cued it up And now it's "Fuck the Police" all up in the club Now it's '91 and Snoop Dogg came to visit And was like "What up cuz? Let me show you what this chronic like" Couldn't help myself, just had to dip into that chronic life And then that night came in when that nigga Knight came in (woo!) This one of those dreams you don't wake up from Then again, you don't sleep if you come from where I come from When the sun shines and they bust nines Don't dial 9 plus 1-1 When they run up on your school bus with a two truck, you might learn something And it all falls back on me Somehow it all fall back on me No matter where we are, no matter what we doing, it's on me If it was up to you that's just the way it's always gon' be
Fear, fear's a powerful thing. I mean it's got a lot of firepower. If you can figure out a way to wrestle that fear to push you from behind rather than to stand in front of you, that's very powerful. I always felt that I had to work harder than the next guy, just to do as well as the next guy. And to do better than the next guy, I had to just kill. And you know, to a certain extent, that's still with me in how I work, you know, I just... go in Sittin' 'bout a hundred stories up, like what the fuck? And I'm just lookin' at it all I'll be right here in Los Angeles, lookin' like a villain layin' low Nothin' I can do but pack it all up Goin' up, but shit, I feel the love Spotlight on me and I'm feelin' so rare tonight Actin' a fool and feelin' alive I'm fuckin' flawless like I live in a vault Only type of livin' I know (Only type of living I, only type of living I) Yeah, see, if it was you, you would've killed yourself by now (Only type of living I, only type of living I know) It takes a special kind of mothafucka to live like this (Only type of living I) And they ask me how I do it (Only type of living I know) Mothafucka, just take a look around Best believe I'm in the buildin' Ha, I hear you mothafuckas talkin' and all that, but uh No, no, don't mention me at all Yeah, comin' live and direct And I know you feelin' some type of way about it, but uh Watch your mouth, I dare your ass to say somethin' I thought it was all good (Hey) But now you mothafuckas crossed the line and Kinda pissin' me off All the fans and all the fame And though I gave everything to this game, they still complain Now what the fuck do y'all expect me to do? There's so much fuckin' pressure There's so much pressure And it's all in a day's work Work, hard Workin' so hard 365, hard work It's all in a day's work My whole life, all I ever thought about is grindin' Even though my surroundings only showed me crime and violence That was back when a rapper needed guns way more than a stylist And that was back when I felt like Rappers was true mothafuckin' riders Or even back in the day when I was a fuckin' youngster, man Shit I was still sayin', "Fuck the police" (Man, fuck the police) Born and raised in the belly of the beast (Mothafuckin' Hub City) I had a dream that we was at peace But I was so wrong, so wrong Y'all too wrapped up in the bullshit and bias Now reality TV is talking 'bout pulpits and choirs Some of these hoes give less than a fuck When they runnin' their life story by us It's the worst when I'm in a hotel, like a Hilton, sick and tired And some of these housewives way too fuckin' desperate These bitches thinkin' fame first I can't knock the hustle, shit, it's (All in a day's work) But that's that shit with potential to make the game worse Shit, it's just somethin' about that Hollywood curse They just thirsty Hard times I double my grind, fuck the part-time Stay ready for war, I'm on the front line I'm gettin' the feelin' like it's all mine It's becoming the only feeling I know (Only type of livin' I) Only type of livin' I know (Only type of livin' I) Only type of livin' I know (Only type of livin' I) Only type of livin' I know (Only type of livin' I know) Gonna go to work We gotta work We gotta work Let's get back to work On the grind, back to work Let's work Rich as fuck, but, guess what? I'm back to work (Yeah, I'm back to work) Overseas, back home, no time to sleep I'm back to work (Huh, I'm back to work) So many people that I love, they want my time But I got to work (I'm sorrry, I'm back to work) Some of my friends don't understand, shit I got to work (Huh, I'm back to work) Always talkin' 'bout bustin' the club But I'm like, "Fuck that, I gotta work" (Fuck that, I'm workin') If you really wanna do it like this, shit You better get back to work (I'm workin', huh) Back to work, right back to work (Right back to work) Gotta get back to work (Right back to work) Shit, right back to work (Right back to work, huh)
Where you at? where you from? What you doing over here motherfucker? Whatchu think? what you bang? This ain't your motherfuckin gang Now I ain't never been no gangsta But I know niggas know niggas from the darkside There's some cold killas cold niggas My nigga used to roll with us roll with us Married to the more money more women Now I ain't ever been the one to pull a gun on you But you know I got 'em No I never sell no drugs homie but I know who got 'em And I never had no fucking bullets in me but I know who got 'em If you die tonight, you die tonight Momma might cry to night if she find you high off of dynamite But to you is just another Friday night Got a nigga for the car tonight With the bible right beside that pile of white That's what this life is like (Now do you love your life?) Now please don't give me a reason Cause I know you wanna keep breathing, this evening I've been killing the game for seasons, believe him That I'm the motherfucking one to breed them and lead 'em In a league my own, you ain't even made it up to my throne You ain't even authorised for this song Might be best for you to get gone Just be careful about your tone That shit can hit me wrong in this song I have tried my best to be calm Please don't make me grab that phone Now who you know who came this fucking far From the fucking bottom? 30 years in this bitch and I'm still here Decade after decade And evidently I must be doing something right Word to my nigga Eazy Eazy-E CPT OG from the other side (Eazy) From the other side (Eazy) It's easy to say you believe me When you got everything you want But It's hard to believe it You'll find out when I'm gone I went from hanging out down at the swap meet To driving some of the hottest cars LA has ever seen People been telling me I've grown into some kind of monster But they don't know me though I've been this way since 17 I got finances poppin' man I thought that was the object To some of my niggas lost they life and then that goes the team My only dream was holding us down like fuck who tryna stop us You could get the middle finger or the reddest beam It's your choice, I took this industry by storm young and black Killing them softly never call me fortunate You don't know what it cost me So anybody complaining about they circumstances lost me homie We ain't even talking fuck that energy, fuck up off me It's easy to say you'll leave me When you got everything you want But It's hard to believe it You'll find out when I'm gone You look at my lifestyle, I'm living my life now I'm dealing with diligent Benjamin How come my attitude piped down? I'm fuckin' with Ice now I'm fucking with shit you can only get on an oversea flight now You scare of my heist now But still I got enemies giving me energy I wanna fight now Subliminally sent to me all of this hate I thought I was holding the mic down I thought I was holding my city up I thought I was good in the media You think I'm too hood in my video? But really no clue you idiot I just can't help myself Even when that record spin Every now and then you hang yourself Cause I got the Beem in gold, with a million sold Like 19 more, from a dollar fit But without all the diamonds though To you I'm just another nigga It's easy to say you believe me When you got everything you want But It's hard to believe it You'll find out when I'm gone
All my life, I've been down to ride Till I kept it real and I stayed alive with no compromise And I fantasize about the baddest bitch and being between her thighs Then I woke up and realized this is my motherfuckin' real life You know where the fuck I'm from From that muthafuckin' legendary From the city where the niggas load clips and fats And get stabbed at home room should've skipped that class Shit will never change on the West Side Jack your shit, take your car for a test drive (Ah shit) Gangbanin' out the window hollering let's ride Gotta keep a tec by the bedside These niggas don't know my life All this pain and what I sacrificed And all my niggas that lost their life, you never die, you never die I'm in that motherfuckin' one for a minute now All y'all lil' niggas need to simmer down Shut the fuck up, I'm the one that's killing now Take a look who on top of the pinnacle R.I.P to KMG Still gotta murder rap, and don't give a fuck where the body at You do too much talkin' I walk in the building I just give a fuck where the money at They coaching the player They trust me it's only just one of them I'm callin' them shots and makin' the plays and if you get a train better fuck with him I keep it gangsta, y'all testin my patience Got me feelin' so anxious, I be lookin' so facetious Feel like running a capre (Wait, hold up I got next) (What up X) Spent my birthday in Dubai Skyrise surprise and I'm dressed like a spy Black tux, oh you fucks guess what, I'm ready to blow (Yo, oh no) I hang that 6-2 sideways Pissin' off the neighbors scrapin' bumpin' in the driveway You gave me the pistol told me to kill at will (Blow, yo, oh no) (I couldn't give a fuck) Literally, cashed out just livin' to me Blast it like a Kennedy beat Wanna get rid of 'em? Send them to me While I'm just over here cozy holdin' these double D's She book smart with pornographic abilities (Well I don't know what you know But I know I got that shit) These motherfuckers still talking? Fuck 'em! That's why they bring X and the guillotine out To stop these bitches niggas from runnin' their mouth (It's bout time somebody said something) One in the glove, one in the clip, one in the chamber One on the dash, one in the stash, ready for danger I'm ready to die I can't control this fuckin' anger Ah shit, somebody better fuckin' stop me 'Cause I'm a loose cannon that can't stand myself I'm bad for my own health You niggas really think I give a fuck about somebody else (fuck em') I swear to god I'ma do it, back the fuck up I'ma do it, I swear to god I'ma lose it
From close range we official Cocaine, money and pistols Goddammit I got issues Can't be serious (Alright now here we go) Where my city at? Fuck with me, come on I know you're feelin' that Fuck with me, come on You know I'm really that Fuck with me, come on Come on, come on Don't even act like I ain't 'bout my business Mothafucka come on! Come on, come on Full clip, ammunition You don't wanna deal with these fuckin' consequences Fuckboys should tighten up a whole lot I got some niggas with me down for runnin' up in your spot And these niggas got hatchets and ratchets Some of them lethals up under the mattress And matter of fact this is a chance to show my lifestyle out to the masses But chances are I might get another negative reaction Think I'm a fraction, but I fucks 'em up like battery acid I gives a fuck what you think, nigga? This is my passion Survive through the time, you know my name, you know my reputation You know what it is, I don't need to give no explanation When you say my fuckin' name, add exclamation Los Angeles king now, make your bitch bring crowns To me and Dre, you don't like it, you can lay Think I'm quiet cause I'm actin', but my bank account gon' say "Fuck you!" Respected from SoCal out to the Bay Cashed a lot of checks this mornin', guess today was a good day Now I lay me down And wake up to gunshots in this crazy town Good mornin' And the sleepers will join the fallen But this is what the fuck is up, doin' this for my city Comp-town, Hub, this my fuckin' committee Shout out to Dub C, real nigga be with me C-Walkin' on these niggas with a crease in them Dickies You know how many nights I heard them sparks echo in the park? Around this time I was spinnin' records at Eve After Dark My city crazy, school girls used to play with that chalk Same chalk police used to outline niggas we lost You understand what I'm sayin'? Shit is crazy, man Fuck the money, yo this shit could never change me, man These new niggas in this bitch could never phase me, man I know it's strange but on some real shit it's plain as day I'm just havin' some fuckin' fun with this rap shit Nigga with an attitude, still gettin' active Man this industry to me, it feels a little plastic I ain't heard nothin' that I can consider classic, ugh But this is for my niggas who been runnin' with me And everybody in this bitch that's out there gunnin' for me And I got love for my people that stay one hundred with me I'ma keep it A1, been that way since day one Now I lay me down And wake up to gunshots in this crazy town Good mornin' And the sleepers'll join the fallen (And the sleepers'll join the fallen) So I lay me down And wake up to gunshots in this crazy town Good mornin' (And the sleepers will join the fallen) Drama make the city happy All I think about is makin' classics Classics for the masses This how you make a motherfuckin' classic (Classic) This is where I leave you Carry you In the city of Compton This is where I leave you Carry you Down the Pacific Coast This is where I leave you And all your issues
I heard you talking about respect, I gave you niggas the utmost (the utmost) All you niggas the utmost (the utmost) Would you look over Picasso's shoulder and tell him about his brush strokes? Them opinions, I don't trust those I apologize, the city made a nigga so cut-throat Every hood love me, but it started on one coast Coulda stopped in '86 but I knew that you would want more I'm on the throne in a place some niggas won't go Don't get it fucked up Been away from home All night long (All they wanna know is Where you from? Where you from? Where you from nigga, huh? Compton) Pst, this is about where I'm form I think it's time to take these niggas to the deep water Yeah, down in the Pacific (the Pacific) Where them sharks at nigga, down in the deep water Listen, listen, listen All you niggas swimming in the info Gonna fuck around and drown in the specifics Always going overboard, used to be my kinfolk Now you sleeping with the motherfuckin' fishes (Swimming with the mothefuckin' fishes, what the business?) These niggas won't let up until they all wet up Don't get it fucked up Naw nigga, now everybody wanna visit Tryna re-up that prescription (that prescription) Yup, yeah, re-up That's my nigga, water colors couldn't even paint the picture They don't get the picture, fuck them Yeah, drugs by the dozen You might just wanna go and check the children (You might just wanna check your fuckin' children) I'm the one that got they ear, for many years I been making parents live in fear I just wanna make it clear My influence run deep like the ocean Don't get it fucked up Been away from home Been away from home All night long (All they wanna know is Where you from? Where you from? Where you from nigga, huh? Compton) Feel's like you're drowning, don't you? About a hundred miles down in that ocean It's over, shoulda never jumped in If you can't swim (if you can't swim, if you can't swim) Oh my God, where's a life guard when you need one? Motherfucker know I started from the bottom, vodka baby bottle Mixin' up with Similac, my momma knew I had a problem Wasn't thinking about no rapping, I was drinking for a dollar Putting quarter pieces in the black Caprice and make it holla No releasing me, I got the beast in me I gotta holla, keep the decency and make them TNT my product I'm a C-O-M-P-T-O-innovator, energizer Inner-city bullet fly 'til that bitch on auto pilot (Shit) I don't give a fuck about your whereabouts All I care about is wearing out your area And airing out your upper body When I catch ya, walking out your parents house (Don't get it fucked up) Probably got fucked up tryna park his tour bus Not knowing what's what Or who's who, living in the L.A county zoo Pick them off like a big dog, motherfucker, woof Once upon a time, I shot a nigga on accident (boom, boom, boom) I tried to kill him but I guess I needed more practicing (boom, boom, boom) That's when I realized, banging wasn't for everybody Switch it up before my enemy or the sheriff got me They liable to bury him, they nominated six to carry him They worry him to death, but he's no vegetarian The beef is on his breath, inheriting the drama better than A great white, nigga this is life in my aquarium (Don't get it fucked up) Been away from home Been away from home All night long (All they wanna know is Where you from? Where you from? Where you from nigga, huh? Compton) This is about where I'm from I think it's time to take these niggas to the deep water Yeah, down in the Pacific Where them sharks at Nigga, down in the deep water
Guess who's back, it ain't a fuckin' question They know the name 'bout the presence of a livin' legend Fuck what you heard it's murda, murda, you gon' need protection Some niggas blinded, couldn't see, so look for me to come and give direction Who hold the crown, it ain't no conversation (?) unless you payin' homage, remain the hottest Niggas can't stop us, that's just being honest And makin' hits, I never had problems munchin' at the apartment Don't get me started, don't compare me to the newest, nigga For everyone of you, there's a hundred more and I watch them comin' home My track record ain't coincidental And these verses is like hearses consistently killin' all with instrumentals Tell me, fuck what would ya'll do without me?! Kill yourself or even think of something crazy 'bout me I'm like I leave your fuckin' champ, now watch me rope a dope Just watch him choke, cause everythin' I drop is dope Now watch 'em all go up in smoke I came here to raise hell, I can't lie One shot, one kill, it's real, I ain't hidin' You on't shoot one shot if you ain't ready to die And never get it fucked up, I got shooters for hire Cause you don't want it, I have you like aye aye Better back the fuck up, over guns so I try I had weak shit, we'll never slide, I despise You are now not in the presence of nice guys Look, what the fuck, I was just chillin' in the cut And no beginners, only winners run amok, you runners up You funny fuck like twenty bucks, I know your slut will let me fuck I told my city "Hold me down", now look how high they hold me up I'm Kobe clutch, I hold my nuts till I was old enough to cuss Was kissin' bitches after lunch, now that's a muthafuckin' rush Still in highschool, I was fuckin' niggas bitches on the hush So no questions, it's no panties in a muthafuckin' must It's the peoples rapper, I ain't no rapper I'm the rapture on the mornin' after You lackin' passion, you ain't bad, you just a wack distraction I can't relax cause I feel the magic smashin', Tony Braxton Where your sisters at? Let's get it crackin' Look, I was young, I was broke Had no hope, so I wrote, that's how I cope I went hard with no results New approach, same truth Just get ready, aim, shoot, then get bing, bang, woof So they better bring troops because... I came here to raise hell, I can't lie One shot, one kill, it's real, I ain't hidin' You on't shoot one shot if you ain't ready to die And never get it fucked up, I got shooters for hire Cause you don't want it, I have you like aye aye Better back the fuck up, over guns so I try I had weak shit, we'll never slide, I despise You are now not in the presence of nice guys It's fuckin' murder, baby I'm tryna hurt 'em, baby I know you heard me, baby Feel like I'm goin' crazy It's fuckin' murder, baby Run, run, run, the cops almost got me Another tear drop, another fuckin' body Uh, uh, uh, another fuckin' body Uh, uh, uh, another body Uh, uh, uh, another body Uh, uh, uh, another body Uh, uh, uh, another fuckin' body, body
It's motherfuckin' Game time! Six pounds of chronic on my grandma coffee table That's how you remember it, that's how I remember it Yeah, dip into the liquor store, .9 in my khaki's Crips tryna get at me, my red Impala bumping like acne My city a trap me Been shot, robbed, stabbed, chased home, socked out Jabbed by esse's, cops, degenerate niggas with rags Disintegrate niggas went into me, dome shots like Kennedy Slugs trippin' with Henessey, got murderous tendencies And if you don't know where the fuck they got me from Martin Scorsese when I pull out my gun Scarface, car chase, tell me how your blood taste Ask your baby mama, she'll tell you how a blood taste Basket case, still I'm back with Dre, shit I never left Run up in Beats, "Bitch pass the safe! Compton" Still smoking, Dre we need a ceiling in this motherfucker Compton! They're killing in this motherfucker They're drilling in this motherfucker Lock the door, they're stealing in this motherfucker No chains, no reins, this my home Nigga this hub city, no fly zone Niggas pull out burners, start breaking like turbo on ozone Crack fiends on the back streets Where the tracks lean and the needles lay And switchblades, if you bitch made Put chili all on your Frito Lay's Where we dream of Montego Bay But all we got is the swap meet Where the cops meet, go bang bang Leaves blood stains on the concrete And I'm the only nigga bumping Mobb Deep Cause I mob deep down that side street I'm a west side rider, [?] gats on collars Don't hate me, better get your dollars I be on Rosecrans with a Glock in both hands Leaning on that bro hand Flame dump like a co-tail with my name on it Another day in Compton, the thrill is high Know somebody's watching, but I don't know why Feel the fire burning, it touches the sky Feeling coming at you, I won't die tonight So I get by, I get by I get by, I get, I get by Cause it's just another day in Compton
For the love of money It's beautiful outside Looks like it's raining money, mayne It's beautiful outside Looks like it's raining money, mayne Say what's up to the broke nigga at the rich party Who the fuck let this nigga in? Do I look like I give a fuck? Sorry Looking at these hoes and they gold digger gorgeous tryna get me I run game on a bitch, one Mississippi two Mississippi Flint nigga in the spot til they pop one and the cops come like (woo!) Motherfuckers own a shotgun like a pop gun and they ready like yeah Still a good nigga I'm a Northside nigga til I'm gone Do it for the ones in the hood like Connor gon' put the city on Fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit go Live for my hood, look this for my block Ride for the hood, gotta spit it like Pac I ain't got shit but I still feel good Nigga can't take what a nigga don't got Go hard in the paint, you can tell em post up Homie in the hood like "let me hold something" Your mans in the hood talking all that shit When they ran up on him lil buddy froze up All they be talkin' but ain't saying nothing Niggas be talking that ain't what they want Ain't no fake shit around here Cause my nigga my city is really as real as the fuck I be killing this and not giving a fuck You laugh at a bitch, she get hid in the trunk You think this sound crazy, that's how I grew up So this for my people who still in the cut Want that, need that Root of all evil mayne, (get it, get it) I said I want that, need that The root of all evil, mayne Said what's up to the nigga wearing all black at the white party And I'm looking like I don't give a fuck That's how I get down nigga sorry And I'm looking like I don't play no games, nah, nigga don't try me Been that nigga that's been spitting that Paid dues like a motherfucking hobby If you're on that bullshit nigga better fly that shit right by me Came from the bottom of this bitch and made it out of that shit And that's why we on top of this motherfucking world Damn, look at that body She come along with the territories Turn around, move it for me, bend it over, end of story (Seems like chasing paper's what's important to you) Got a relationship with that money (But that bitch will never be faithful to you) Even though I know she knows she crazy (Please just let it go, seize, no saving you) Ride, ride Til the motherfucking wheels fall off in this bitch (But we can do it for the love) But I'm never stopping my poppin' (These numbers don't lie, but your love is superficial It's the simple shit you need to pay attention to) Want that, need that Root of all evil, mayne I said I want that, need that Root of all evil, mayne It's beautiful outside Looks like it's raining money, mayne It's beautiful outside Looks like it's raining money, mayne Want that, need that Root of all evil mayne, get it, get it I said I want that, need that Root of all evil mayne
Simple pleasures, rockstar living Drugs and mansions, hit the ceiling Cars expensive, blow this action True revealing Satisfiction Yeah, I mean, I listen to these rap records Half the time I'm suspicious You niggas sound so fictitious Believe me I know the difference I got some words for you niggas You're the definition of "satisfiction" Listen up, I been where you're going three times and plus Big houses, cars, jewelry, bad bitches all around us Motherfucker uh, I seen it all and guess what It's the "satisfiction" you feel me? Oh yeah, I see what you're saying I know some niggas just like that Frontin' ass niggas man, really ain't got no bucks like that Stuck like that, its cool if you cool gettin' love like that Flashin' down the Southside rally You'll be runnin' outta blunts like that What I mean by that is Why your name always in these rental records Spendin' rent money gettin' that bottle service into your section You leased your car, leased your house, leased your spouse No she leavin' if you run outta paper And might be smashin' your neighbor I know you think you're a star cause followers clickin' Guess your ambition is to keep up with social tradition Like sneaker shoppin' summer you niggas are fuckin' sickenin' Cause you'll take your soul out, just so you can fit in Simple pleasures, rockstar living Drugs and mansions, hit the ceiling Cars expensive, blow this action True revealing Satisfiction Cuz, what the fuck wrong with these niggas These labels always ask me to do a song with these niggas Doc, I think its time for you to open the pharmacy nigga And change this fuckin' music shit my nigga, you should consider Nah, i'll be doin' me lokin, keepin' these bad bitches open And keeping them wet yep, see cause Long Beach right by that ocean Sippin' that gin and juice my nigga, yeah I'm still on that potion All these random niggas fake as fuck and I'm stil gettin' noticed God damn man, how we 'posed to handle this shit cuh Everything we done built these niggas dismantled this shit cuh We gotta get back to that real, thats on the dub Another lesson from your uncle Snoop, what what what? (I'm just stating the facts Don't get no realer than that Satisfiction, attention, listen, play your position, player) Shouldn't be too hard my nigga Supposed to be like a lay up It shouldn't be so hard to be yourself My nigga wake up Stay up, pay up, straight up, cake up Thats what I'm made of, high? Yup My life is all authentic, that's why I'm goin' way up Your satisfaction is fictitious, your happiness is made up Simple pleasures, rockstar living Drugs and mansions, hit the ceiling Cars expensive, blow this action True revealing Satisfiction Satisfiction Satisfiction
These old sneakers, faded blue jeans No tricks no gimmicks, I be stomping down down down down down demons Rolling up trees in the belly of the beast Where the people disagree, the upper class hate Middle don't exist, the bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks Are you jumping on a fad, laying in a ditch I be stomping down demons, stomping down quick, come on The police don't come around these parts They tell me that we all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on Bullets still ringing, blood on the cement Black folks grieving, headlines reading Tryna pay it no mind, you just living your life Everyone is a witness, everyone got opinions Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes I ain't living in fear but I'm holding him tight Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes I ain't living in fear but I'm holding him tight Damn, why the fuck are they after me? Maybe cause I'm a bastard Or maybe cause of the way my hair grow naturally Still tryna figure out, why the fuck I'm full of rage I think I noticed this bullshit right around the fifth grade Paraphernalia in my locker right next to the switch blade Nothing but pussy on my mind and some plans of getting paid (Ay) But I'm a product of the system raised on government aid And I knew just how to react when it was time for that raid (whoa) Just a young black man from Compton wondering who could save us And could barely read the sentences the justice system gave us So many rental cars with bricks, I think they probably funded Avis Some of us was unbalanced but some us used our talents Not all of us criminals but cops be yelling, "Stay back nigga!" We need a little bit of payback Don't treat me like an animal cause all this shit is flammable Don't fuck around cause when it's done it's done (Fuck you!) And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day But that don't make it okay And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane But you don't know our pain The police don't come around these parts They tell me that we all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on The police don't come around these parts They tell me that we all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on These old sneakers, faded blue jeans No tricks no gimmicks, I be stomping down down down down down demons Rolling up trees in the belly of the beast Where the people disagree, the upper class hate Middle don't exist, the bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks Are you jumping on a fad, laying in a ditch I be stomping down demons, stomping down quick And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day But that don't make it okay And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane But you don't know our pain The police don't come around these parts They tell me that we all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on The police don't come around these parts They tell me that we all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on Yeah, this is DJ motherfuckin' Premier And I'm Dr. Dre (Dr. Dre) What, Premo! Yeah we fuckin' shit up No, we don't play no games here Mother fucker please! Aftermath One of the reasons that me and you click We don't lose, I always win Let's face it you basic boy For realer Professional winners For realer
Doc, Doctor Dre, you gotta give us some good news! Yeah, about that... Don't let 'em find out, the bitch in you Don't let 'em find out, the snitch in you Fame and fortune, it's not your forte Fuck the world now, I'm done with foreplay Doctor's orders Go fuck yourself Take two of these in the morning, overdose and kill yourself Doctor's orders... Listen, this is my evaluation This shit over saturated, y'all can get evacuated Kids sipping Actavis and they ain't even activated Married to the internet, stuck in place, salivating Ain't nobody graduating Don't nobody love this shit the way I love it That's why I gotta hate it Everybody out for fame, that ain't no exaggeration Damn I'm getting aggravated, fuck, I'm getting agitated Teachers so underpaid in these fucking schools The police got our name in all they databases Girls be thirteen acting twenty-two Niggas be forty-four acting half they ages Somebody tell me, what the fuck is going on? These niggas in tight shit, I'm in the fucking Matrix It's looking like a sign of the revelation 'Bout time of the return of the fuckin' greatest I got all these patients man How come they ain't patient with me? They just think I want the money, why? When I can't take it with me Y'all don't do it for the love, for the love not They gon' find out who you are Just admit 'fore you get admitted Say, what you living about? (Fuck you gon' tell me?) Do you remember where you started out though? You're looking lost now (You want a pass? Oh, damn) Fake it 'til you make it, take your little paper But when you look in the mirror your credibility's gone now I'd rather be hated on for who I am Than to be loved for who I'm not, that's word to Doc Fame and fortune, it's not your forte Fuck the world now, I'm done with foreplay Doctor's orders Go fuck yourself Take two of these in the morning, overdose and kill yourself In the beginning a few of the people who had a problem I was this good, scoffed, I just shook off Probably reminded you of the first time you saw Tiger Woods' golf Never thought about how much my race and nationality meant But based on how I ascended, see how plain it was now, they want me to jet No one really gave a fuck about my descent, 'till I took off Mistook me because I look soft But I stood tall, I just follow the (Doctor's orders) So I rose and grew balls, told these hoes to screw off Decided opposing you is what I'm 'posed to do alls I did was say what I'm feeling when the vocal booth calls And had you on pins and needles when I spoke to you all You felt my pain, it's almost like I poked voodoo dolls And I hope my spirit haunts the studios when I'm gone My picture jumps off a poster and just floats through the halls And fucking goes through the walls like the ghost of Lou Rawls Karma's headed for Armageddon, the drama setter, I'm going in Already got an arm and head in, whoever said words are just words Ain't heard me word them, I give a fuck If my image even ends up taking a personal hit Whoever I hurt or whatever bridges I burned in this bitch And whatever bitches feel like they didn't deserve what they get And whatever consequences come with every verse, it's worth it So Doc turn the beat on, whose turn is it to get murdered on it? And here's to all the years I spent toeing a line to overtime As sure as a mole is blind, in my mind I'm still underground as a groundhog and I'mma go for mine Like a whole furrow just tryna dig up some gold and diamonds and coal to find No signs of slowing these lines are my nines I just load up the most rhymes and open fire with a closed mind All I needed was someone to co-sign, been a (Doctor's) Assault rifle with the sniper scope for this whole time Day one, say when to blast just, give me the order, I spray, uh Pain in the ass you'll get shot in the ass with a paint gun Ain't no one safe from, non-believers there ain't none I even make the bitches I rape cum I'm waiting on someone to say something Dre make the bass pump and let the tape run for old time's sake I spit it straight through, this is take one The moment you're waiting for has come but the... Fame and fortune, it's not your forte Fuck the world now, I'm done with foreplay Doctor's orders Go fuck yourself Take two of these in the morning, overdose and kill yourself Doctor's orders... Doctor's orders...
I just need y'all to try to bear with me for a minute While I talk about the pages of my diary Listen up I remember when I got started my intention was to win But a lot of shit changed since then Some more friends became enemies in the quest of victory But I made a vow, never let this shit get to me I let it pass, so I consider that part of my history And I'm strong; financially, physically Mentally I'm on a whole 'nother level And don't forget that I came from the ghetto Sold a new house for my moms, that's special I let you going shopping till your feet get tired Then a new Benz just for you to ride in When I didn't have it, you provided Don't be surprised that I built an enterprise And my house got a view of the city like a highrise I'm just talking to my diary, I'm just talking to my diary When I open up my book I think about the world later No ink in the pen, no lines on the paper I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary Sometimes when I got a lot of shit on my mind I'm just staring at the sky, you probably thinkin' I'm high I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary Now puff-puff-pass got a nigga having flashbacks I remember how it used to be Now my money like NASDAQ, my checks you can cash that I remember how it used to be I used to be a starving artist so I would never starve an artist This is my passion, it's where my heart is It gets the hardest when I think about the dearly departed Like the nigga I started with I know Eazy can see me now, looking down through the clouds And regardless, I know my nigga still proud It's been a while since we spoke but you still my folks We used to sit back, laugh and joke Now I remember when we used to do all-nighters You in the booth and Cube in the corner writing Where Ren at? Shout out to my nigga Yella Damn, I miss that Shit, a nigga having flashbacks When I open up my book I think about the world later No ink in the pen, no lines on the paper I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary Sometimes when I got a lot of shit on my mind I'm just staring at the sky, you probably thinkin' I'm high I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E (Guess who's back) Still, still doing that sh-, huh Dre? Oh, for sure, yeah, check me out It's still Dre Day (ah), A.K. (ah) Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot 'Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off How n-? My last album was The Chronic They wanna know if he still got it They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it (If you ain't up on thangs) Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game Still, puffin' my leafs, still f- with the beats Still not lovin' police (Uh huh) Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease Still got love for the streets, repping 213 Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang Since I left, ain't too much changed, still I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world Still, hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world Still, hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dippin' again Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week Still, I stay close to the heat And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat rap like Cali' weed, I smoke 'til I'm sleep Wake up in the a.m., compose a beat I bring the fire 'til you're soakin' in your seat It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the troop It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru I'm still at it, After-mathematics In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world Still, hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world Still, hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E It ain't nothin' but more hot sh- Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're coolin' on a corner with your fly b- Laid back in the shack, play this track I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world (Still hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl) I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap N- try to be the king but the ace is back (So if you ain't up on thangs) Dr. Dre be the name still runnin' the game Still got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't trippin', love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars Still gonna get mine regardless I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world Still, hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl Still, takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world Still, hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl Still, takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world Still, hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E Like that, right back up in ya 9-5 plus four pennies, add that sh- up D-R-E right back up on top of thangs Smoke some with your dog No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks Some of that real sticky-icky-icky Ooh-wee, put it in the air Well, you's a fool, D-R, ha-ha
Xxplosive West coast shit My nigga-ish ways attract girls that used to turn they back Causing me to yank they arm and pose like I would do them harm Now I'm saying thank you cause they tell me My shit's the bomb Xxplosive For my niggas drinking Cognac Smoking weed, always pack More than one firearm, chrome rims, riding on Chronic in your system, let me know my shit's the bomb Xxplosive West Coast shit nigga Overdosage imperial pistols ferocious Fuck a bitch don't tease bitch, strip tease bitch Eat a bowl of these bitch gobble the dick Hoes forgot to eat a dick can shut the fuck up Gobble and swallow a nut up Shut up and get my cash Backhanded, pimp-slapped backwards and left stranded Just pop ya collar, pimp convention, hoes for a dollar Six-Deuce in a plush, six-deuce impala Pimping hoes from Texas to Guatemala Bitch niggas paid for hoes, just to lay with hoes Relax one night, and paid to stay with hoes Captain Save'em all day, well save this dick Bitch nigga, you more of a bitch than a bitch You ain't into hitting pussy or hitting the switch You into hitting bitches off of the grip You punk bitch All my real doggs still kick it with me All my down hoes still tricking with me All the true gangstas know Nate ain't never love no ho All the hoodrats still shake it for me All my true fans still check it for me All the real smokers know Nate ain't passing nothing but dope indeed Real trees, chronic leaves, no seeds When I met you last night baby Before I blew your mind I thought we had a chance, lady No more, now that I'm sober you ain't that fine Don't wanna treat you wrong Don't wanna lead you on Here baby, hit the bong While the west coast rolls along While we still making gangsta hits You'll be still jocking gangsta dicks Damn girl, you think you're slick Somebody better get this bitch, this bitch I got these freaky hoes Clapping they hands, stomping they feet Every now and then they put they mouth on me Nowadays a G like me can't even call it A 23-year old pussy fiend and freakaholic Pimping bitches on the regular, I put that on the G A hustler and a player, nowadays it pays to be Let me drop some shit about this bitch I used to know She gave your boy the head and said don't let nobody know A bonafide pro, I had to grab the ho She got freaky in your sixty-four, I skeeted in her throat Been knowing the ho for four days, pimpin repays And I bet you didn't know that she go both ways She ate her best friend, I left them hoes at the mote' They be beeping me and shit, but we don't kick it no mo' Them hot hoes is fiending, they on the nuts But bitch, I'm out your pussy when I nut, fo' real, Xxplosive
Damn girl, it is hotter than a motherfucker up in here You got that right I need to go to the bar and get me a drink, please! Yes! Hello! Shit, what the fuck you want? Hmmm... Let me get a Cosmo. What the fuck you want? Damn, I have an apple martini. This motherfucker drunk as a mother... Thirsty bitches This a drunken-ass nigga Oh, ooh, shit girl, those niggaz are lookin' over here! Oh, shit, don't look, don't look! Damn, what's up, what they look like tho? Shit, shit, damn, they look, they look aight. They fuckable? What's up, is they fuckable? Or what? (laughing)Shh, chill out, chill out! (What?) Here they come! (What?) Here they come! Chill out! Damn...
Hey, yo whassup? My name is Dre Can I blaze some chronic witchu? Nigga what? FO' SHO'! Roll that shit up! Hell yeah, still "Alwayz Into Somethin'" Heart still in Compton The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals Introduced you to my Doggs, that don't love hoes And Firm Fiascoes - assholes Fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up Doing a tango And cash, always in my grasp Came up in the game wearin khakis not kangols, stranglin' hoes When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass One feed me mangoes, the other lightin my hash Rap tabloids write Dre's light in the ass (what?) Came home uptight, ready to mash Like a gas pedal, get on that sixty-four Chevy level AK-47 heavy metal Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils Cause we rebels over here, I smell Chronic in the air That means we takin over this year You hear? Light Speed, blazin Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed Or we might be sippin on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas I hang among hustlers, I slang and hoo-bang Bronson When bustaz roll through, can't fuck with my bold crew We will hold you captive and bust Cause gangbangin is the active, activity Where I be livin B, there ain't no Liberty Statue Hope you got your gat, don't let them catch you Slippin, without yours, it's warfare outdoors Ambulance, violent uproars Trash niggas takin out like chores I meet whores on tours Jeans hot as pepper so I sip, champagne on stormy shores We on some hardcore, pornographic Toting Austrian firearms that's made out of plastic In these drastic surroundings, it be sounding like Lebanon Makin' fools "RETREAT!" like Megatron and Starscream Oh yeah I scream-on-stars To get loot and crossover like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar Get out your car son, that's how I came to bougie niggas At bar one, it's either that or make front page stardom I'm the Golden Child, chased by Sodom Newenze gots my bulletproof, it's hard to shoot me you hear? That means it's real fuckin hard to shoot me, you hear? Light Speed, blazin Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed Or we might be sippin on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas
When Darkness Be Closin In I'm Motivated, With The Howlin Wind With A List Of Chosen Men, Frozen In Sin Knowin That Your End Is Beginnin Swift Silent And Deadly There's No Defendin My Plots, I Know Your Every Movement For Six Months I Watch, Coulda Gotchu At Your Baby's Mother's House Even At Your Down-Low Weed Spot But The Backdrop, Wasn't Flattering Enough I Didn't Want People Gathering And Stuff [Cameras Click Snapshots Of Blood Splattering From The Snuff Here - Puff This Here, While I Figure Which Way, To Split Yo' Wig Right Now You As Nervous, As A Farmer John Pig As I Dig Into My Tragic Bag, Take Out The Hk Twist On The Silencer, Insert The Thirty-Shot Mag (Whoosh) Bullet Stuck To His Brain Like A Mack Skull In Fragments, I Leave The Cleanup To Dragnet This Is Anybody Murderahhh To Fuckin Everybody Murderahhh Nigga All Y'all Murderahhh Uh, Uh, For Real You'll Fuck Around And Get Killed This Is Anybody Murderahhh Motherfuckin Everybody Murderahhh Yeah Nigga All Y'all Murderahhh Uh, Uh, For Real You'll Fuck Around And Get Killed [Ms. Roq Peeped All The Stash Drop And Exchange Of The Dough Lurkin Through The Turf, Think How I'ma Just Work Give Em Chase To The Crib And Yo He Properly Laced Stepped Out The Car, Put My Steel, To The Side Of His Face Murder - This The Fuckin Case, Rob This Nigga And Shake The Fuckin Spot Cause In A Few It's Gon' Be Crawlin With Cops! Who's The Bad Bitch Now, You Crept On, Paid The Piper Who'da Thought A Sexy Bitch Could Be A Murderous Sniper Detrimental To Your Health, Shoulda Learned Yo' Lesson But It's Too Late Nigga Bye-Bye, Better Count Yo' Blessings I Been Watchin You Watchin Me, Yeah You Ballin Was, Nigga Now You Finger Fucked And Steady Fallin A Thug Wit No Love, But Bitch Niggaz Die Fast Thug Niggaz Die Young - Oh What You Thought You Would Last? Blast Two Shots To The Dome, Slide Back To The Pad And Jack My Nigga Off, Til His Dick Get Soft Resume The Wifey Boo Shit, Cause Yo My Man Don't Know That His Bitch Is Straight Ill, Servin Ass With Fo'fo' (Kaboom) I'm A Motherfuckin Murderahhh Bitch Disses Anybody Murderahhh Yeah Nigga All Y'all Murderahhh Uh, Uh, For Real You'll Fuck Around And Get Killed I'm A Motherfuckin Murderahhh Uhh Bitch Disses Anybody Murderahhh Yeah Nigga All Y'all Murderahhh Uh, Uh, For Real You'll Fuck Around And Get Killed! [Echoes
Y'all ready to get nasty? Yeah! Shit! Yeah! Oh Damn! Oh, that pussy is good tho Oh, shit! It's good! Oh! Oh! Fuck, you hurtin' me bitch! Oh shit! Oh! Oh, yeah you're da bitch, bitch! Fuck! Oh! Oh shit! You're hurtin' me! Damn! You're hurtin' me! Damn! Oh! Damn! You're makin' my pussy sore, bastard! Oh shit! Oh, my nuts! Aw, Fuck me! Oh! Fuck Oh shit yo' face! Oh Oh, damn, damn, damn, oh, Shit, oh, Fuckin' in my ass, bastard! Shit! Oh, oh, damn! Oh, shit I can't see! Oh Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Fuck! Whore! Ah Damn, that shit was good Ah, oh shit Oh, my god Oh oh oh Damn Oh, that shit feels so good Oh oh oh Shit! Oh, get the fuck up! Oh, get the fuck up now! Oh you fucked the shit out of us! Fuckin' big dick master! Oh shit! Aight Oh shit! Aight, chill, chill, chill, give me five minutes, damn! Well, get the fuck up! Jake, hurry up, 'cause you know I gotta get home to My nigga 'cause you know You know you gots to get some at home, ha ha ha Now I'm lovin' that big Ooh, shit! Ha ha what? You got a problem? Man, fuck your man, know what I'm sayin? I'm Jake Steed. Bitch! What!? Who you callin' a bitch? You! Bitch!
Now This This Is One Of Them Occasions Where The Homies Not Doin It Right I Mean He Found Him A Hoe That He Like But You Can't Make A Hoe A Housewife And When It All Boils Down You Gonna Find In The End A Bitch Is A Bitch, But A Dogg Is A Man's Best Friend So What You Found You A Hoe That You Like But You Can't Make A Hoe A Housewife (Wife) [Dr. Dre I Mostly Sold Dick While I Packed A Gold Clip Worked My Money-Maker, She Got Paper, She Bout To Trip (Where The Fuck Is My Money?) I Cannot G Guilty You Pimpin Strong, But Comin Home, To Sheets That Be Filthy She On The Dillzy, I Take Advantage All Up In Them Panties, I Got This Bitch Speakin Spanish I'm Mannish - Get Yo' Nails Out My Back Slut I'm Bout To Nut And Get Up, Go Scrub Yo' Cat Learn The Player Rules, This Is How I Play A Dude Might Not Be A Freak, But She Got On The Choosin Shoes Dollar Signs Are Folded, I Can't Control It Tryin To Leave Her, Beeper Just Exploded She Sweatin Me, Won't Let Me, Broad Turned Fraud Now She On This Dick Huh, Got Her Turnin Tricks Huh Man It's A Trip I Don't Trip I'm In Yo' Lexus Flexin I Left Her Up In Dallas, Texas - Assed-Out [Hittman Naw Hoe Is Short For Honey, Almost Had Her Wailin Like Bunny Tellin Tales Of Bein Pregnant, Catchin Norstrom Sales With Abortion Money I Spotted Her, Seen Her With My Nigga When I Shot At Her Now We Got Beef, He Caught Up In The Hoe's Erotica Exotic - She's Psychotic, Rockin His Nautica Soon He'll Need Antibiotics (Sucka Bitch) Name A Sexual Disease, She Got It Like Sam Goody You Be Like, "Damn How Could She Hit Me Off With Chlamydia?" Fool I Pity Ya We Live In The City Off, Ballers With More Bouncin Than A Zapp, She Will Doo-Wah-Diddy-Ya Prettier To Grittier, The Wittier Can Get Her To The Hotel, Niko, On Some Sauve Shit Like, Rico That's When I Caught A Vision Like Coleco A High-Post Hoe, A Perfect Way For Me To Keep Dough Huh, Have Her Sellin Ass On Bronson Ave. And Pico [Kurupt At The Ho-Tel, Mo-Tel, Or The Holiday Inn (Say What Nigga?) I Said If That Bitch Keep Fuckin Up (Beotch) Then We'll Fuck Her Friends I Said I Dip, Dive, What Can I Say? Niggaz Need To Stop Fuckin With O.j. Some Niggaz Bang Blood, Some Niggaz Bang Crip And Bitches Ain't Shit But Hoes And Tricks I Had To Dream Of Hoes, I Had To Scream At Hoes I Seen My Hoes In All Kinds Of Clothes Lil' Almond Joy, I Truly Enjoy If You Blew My Balls, Right Through My Drawers Come Back To The Mansion, Chill At The Spot From The Way She Was Blowin, I Know She Does It A Lot I Have A Eight-And-A-Half, Nine-And-Three-Quarters The Hoe Started Callin When I Started Boss Ballin Gimme Some Head, Gimme Some Ass (Uh-Huh) Gimme Some Cash, Pass It To Daz Pass It To Snoop, Or Pass It To Nate Hoes Eat Dick Like Eggs And Steak That Ain't Shit New, I Thought You Knew (What?) I Knew You Would, You Wish You Could Break A G Down, Break Me Down But I'ma See You On The Rebound (What What?) D.p. Style [Door Slams [D.o.c. Lil' 1/2 Dead [1/2 Dead?? Lil' 1/2 Dead The Money Jumped Out To Say Ol' Snoop Dogg On The Look Out Boy? [D.o.c. Yeahhh [Some Hoe He Gotta Be More Than 1/2 Dead If He Don't Fill My Motherfuckin Drink Up! [1/2 Dead?? Or Fill Your Motherfuckin Mouth Up [D.o.c. Ahhhhhh-Hahahahahahahahh [Some Hoe I Don't Think So!!
[Hittman It's Fuckin Ackrite Question Is - Can I Get Some? Knahmsayin? Ackrite Bitch When I See You In The Spot, You Just Ackrite, Youknahmsayin? When I Yank You By The Fuckin Perm Don't Be Lookin At A Nigga Crazy Just Get With The Digits And Be The Fuck Out, Youknahmsayin? Let Me Break It Down For Y'all It Was Just One Of Those Days When I Wanted To Catch Sunrays Fun To Get Blunted On A Sunday, Afternoon Nigga? Got Room, Grab The Gat For Misbehavors And The Chocolate Faded Boom, Flossin Hip-Hop Tunes Zoom-Zoom Like The Commodores Wonder Will We Have Drama Or, End Up Clownin Whores Around The Full Good-To-Go Girls Like Them?? Girls, Ridin Shotgun, Baby I Be Postin All-World In The Ride Sippin 151 That Gave Me Too Much Pride To Back Down Soon As We Get To The Beach I'ma Put My Fuckin Mack Down I'm Playin Lead, Not The Background It's Time To Put Bronson On The Map Now Walk With My Hand On My Johnson, Crack A Smile Cuties Peep My Style, If I Don't Get Some Ackrite I'ma Have To Ack-Wild Sung By Hittman Blunt In My Left Hand, Drink In My Right Strap By My Waistline, Cause Niggaz Don't Fight Sucker Free For Life, So You Better Think Twice (Aight? And A Give A Nig' Some Ackrite) I'm The Type Of Nigga Playa Haters Don't Like Snatchin Up Your Honey For Some Late Night Hype And Snobby-Ass Bitches Get Slapped Out Of Spite (Aight? So Give A Nig' Some Ackrite, Right) [Hittman Uhhhhh. Drink Kickin In, I'm Stimulated For Those That Don't Know Big Words, I'm Fuckin Faded Eighty-Three Degrees, Ease To A Shaded Spot Our First Spot Was Cool Til Some Gangsters Made It Hot Now We Plot And Pose Plus We Watchin Hoes, With Lots Of Flesh Exposed Gettin Swarmed By Those Type Of Niggaz With No Game But Brown-Nose So I Impose Only Like Pros Can "Yo, Is This Your Man?" "No." Grab The Bitch's Hand, "I'm Hittman." Bling! Gold Chain Gleam "You're Very Eligible For My Summer League Team." Maybe Too Extreme Cause The Sister Got Steamed Then Miss Thing Tried To Scream On My Brethern I Got Mad Spit Flame On The Name Stefan, Tattooed On Her Arm Hoe You Ain't The Bomb, Must Be A Dyke Witcho' Lips Swoll, And Give A Nig' Some Ackrite (Minus The Word "Aight" Both Times) [Hittman Frontin On The Ack-Rite, Causin Me To Act Up Good Samaritan Save That Hoe From Gettin Slapped Up My Homies Crack Up At The Scene I Made Yo My Actions Ain't Serene When A Nigga's On Fade If It Wasn't For The One-Time Brigade I Woulda Sprayed At The Hooker Tramp As Cops Parade I'm Afraid It's Time To Break Camp Make Tracks, Where Else Can We Go To Take Hoes From Fake Macks Aiyyo, Chase Them Girls In That Black Maxima, The Passenger, Almost Fractured Her Neckbone, Lookin Back At Us Plus, They On The Dick Cause The Caddy's Plush They Blush, I Bumrush The Hush, With The Largest Crush Try To Swing An Ep Tonight So I Don't Have To Keep In Touch Keep It On Hush Without The Tip-In Mackin Interrupted By Some Niggaz Set-Trippin Clip In The Strap, I Showed These Niggaz How To Act
I say the kontol sama loe semua. Ngentod ngentod sama loe semua. Ini cerita tentang pahitnya hidup. Rejeki kadang datang terkadang makin surut. Nyari duit pusing ampe jidat mengkerut. Problem terus datang dan terus mengikut. Sejuta orang bilang mending gw langsung cabut. Ke luar negeri main judi bareng tutut. Gw bisa mati bikin lagu asal nyebut. Denger lagu ini langsung loe ngajak ribut. Gak takut. Biarin semua orang bakal benci. Gw bakal terus gini ampe gw mati. Dimulai dengan hari ini ampe besok pagi. Ada aja problem bikin gw kesel lagi dan lagi. Berapa kali gw kena tipu. Ama temen pakaweng jadi tukang tipu. Ampir aja gw seret dia masuk buih. Biar badan kurus terus kena sodomi biar mampus. I say the kontol sama loe semua. Ngentod ngentod sama loe semua. Yeah yeah,, come on. Ini cerita tentang temen gw Emdy. Muka rada tolol punya tampang kaya babi. Kerja rodi 12 jam sehari. Seminggu penuh dia terus yang kena maki. Sama bos sama temen terus kena cela. Emang uda takdir idup dia mau gimana. Berharap lahir negro yang keluar china. Udah gitu dikasih nama matadinata. Kepingin bikin album kagak pernah kesampean. Seolah dunia ini kagak kenal kasian. Punya temen cewek susah yang ada basian. Mesti beli putus ke hotel jam - jaman. Gajinya abis buat beli memek doang. Motor belum lunas uda kena tabrakan. Mabuk korona mukanya langsung merah padam. Tidur gaya nombok freestyle Michael Jordan. I say the kontol sama loe semua. Ngentod ngentod sama loe semua. Ini cerita tentang temen gw Rudi. Orangnya lucu kaya alien planet bumi. Sudah keliling kota tapi gak apal jalan. Nyulik nyokap temen sampe ke padalarang. Temen gw stres sampe ilang ingatan. Doi malah tape dance di Plasa Senayan. Cukuran rambut mohawk kaya Indian. Sekali ngorok bikin bubar tongkrongan. Dateng ke kawinan seperti tukang sulap Pake toxedo pingin dateng bareng mucikari. Dulu satu tongkrongan juga bareng si Opang. Nyokapnya langsung nanya "ngapain kamu telanjang?" Doi tekdim langsung nyerbu Saritem. Cewe dia jalang terus dipake aja. Daripada pusing diganti sama Nadya. Mendingan dia ikutan nikung. Pacar Hong juga. I say the kontol sama loe semua. Ngentod ngentod sama loe semua. I say the kontol sama loe semua. Yeah,, beat to the a to the on,, this is Baon. Yeah. We gonna be to the a to the on,, is the Baon. Yo aku Emcee semenjak mete. Beat to the a to the on,, is the Baon. Going down from the heart. Mother fucker burn. Yeah,, mother fucker?
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Biatch! Eh, wha' happen nuh baby You look good inna ya car, eh Long time mi watch ya and mi wah chat ya And ya a gwaan like ya nuh wah chat to me So wha' happen Dre? Tell 'em weh di fuck a gwaan nuh Creepin' down the backstreet on D's I got my Glock cocked 'cause niggas want these No soon as I said it, seems I got sweated By some nigga with a TEC-9 tryin' to take mine You wanna make noise, make noise I make a phone call, my niggas comin' like the Gotti boys Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day Rollin' in my four with 16 switches And got sounds for the bitches Clockin' all the riches, got the hollow points for the snitches So won't you just walk on by? 'Cause I'm too hard to lift And no, this ain't Aerosmith It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E from the CPT On a rhymin' spree, a straight G Hop back, as I pop my top, you trip I let the hollow points commence to pop, pop, pop Yeah, 'cause if it don't stop I'll have to put my shit in reverse, go back and take another spot 'Cause I'm (rollin' in my six-four) What all the niggas saying? Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what all the niggas saying?) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Just another motherfuckin' day for Dre, so I'll begin like this No medallions, dreadlocks or black fists It's just that gangsta glare with gangsta raps That gangsta shit makes a gangs of snaps, uh Word to the motherfuckin' streets And word to these hyped-ass lyrics and dope beats That I hit you with, that I get you with As I groove in my four on D's, hittin' the switches Bitches, relax, while I get my proper swerve on Bumpin' like a motherfucker, ready to get my serve on But before I hit the dope spot Gotta get the chronic, the Rémy Martin and my soda pop Now I'm smelling like Indonesia Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers On my dick 'cause my four on hit Pancake, front and back, side to side, and all that shit So when I crawl, I comes correct Now if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check, nigga Now let the Chevrolet slide As I dip and make a trip to the south side, yeah (We're rollin' in my six-four) What all the bitches saying? Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what all the motherfucking bitches saying?) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (know what I'm saying) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Check this out The sun went down when I hit Slauson On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossing Checking my rearview 'cause niggas they will do Jack moves, black fools 'cause I smack fools Trying to set me up for a 2-11 Fuck around and get caught up in a 187 But I don't represent no gangbang Some niggas like lynching, but I just watch 'em hang So on and so on, why don't you let me roll on? I remember back in the days when I used to have to get my stroll on Didn't nobody wanna speak Now everybody peepin' out they window when they hear me beatin' up the street Is it Dre? Is it Dre? That's what they say every single motherfucking day Yo, but I ain't tripping, I'm just kicking it While my D's keep spinning and these hoes keep grinning I'll be (rolling in my six-four) What everybody saying? Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what everybodysaying?) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (swing down, I wanna ride) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (swing down, I wanna ride) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (swing down, I wanna ride) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (swing down, I wanna ride)
The name people see beside music you add, playlists you share, and songs you queue in an Online Jukebox. Changing it renames you everywhere you have already been credited. Leave it empty to go back to the name on your Google account.
Takes the place of the picture on your Google account. Square pictures look best; anything else is cropped to the middle and shrunk before it is saved.
Which way the Visible to All / In My Private Jukebox choice starts on every import screen. Every import still shows the choice, so you can go the other way on any one of them.
Choose how Suffering Jukebox selects the next song when Shuffle is on.
Connect a full Spotify Premium account to play matched songs through Spotify — background play and lock-screen controls without uploading MP3s. Discovery and unmatched songs still use YouTube. Spotify Lite or Mini do not work.
You already use one Google account on both sites. Turn this on to keep shuffle preference in sync, and so Analytics can colour listening from each site separately.
Private audio files you upload power Background Play on your phone. They stay on your account only — normal listening still uses YouTube. Everyone gets 500 MB.
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