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This is dedicated ta da n*ggaz dat been down from day one
Welcome to Death Row Like we always do about this time Ha ha ha yeah 9 deuce Death Row Records Creepin while ya sleepin N*ggaz wit attitudes Naw loc N*ggaz on a muthaf*ckin mission What up n*ggaz and n*gga-ettes That crazy-*ss n*gga'z back In da muthaf*ckin hizz-ouse The notorious Compton G D.R.E. On the solo tip F*ck da muthafoes What up Ren Yeuh Droppin chronic flakes on yo *ss beotch Westcoast flavor N*ggaz dat talk sh*t Get delt wit real quick So if you wanna take a trip to da row Let a n*gga like Snoop Doggy Dogg know Protected by n*ggaz wit big d*cks, A.K.'s, and 187 skills So if it's a must you test us We can handle it in da streets n*gga F*ck makin records Yeah G's up hoes down If dat b*tch can't swim She bound da drizzown Peace to my n*gga Drizzae Another platinum hit n*gga Peace to da D.O.C. Still makin it funky enough And Death Row records is in full muthaf*ckin affizzect Oh Yeah P.S. f*ck Mr. RORK AND TATTOO A.K.A. Jerry and EaZy Sincirly yours Deez muthaf*ckin n*ts 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 you know what I whant you da do for me Jerry and Eazy Check this sh*t out right here I want y'all ta put deez bizzalls In ya jizzaws And walk um like a strizzaw Tell me what ya sizzaw Yeah Y'all know what F*ck all y'all F*ck y'all Really though It's Death Row n*gga You better ask somebody You really better ask somebody Yeah n*gga You'z a penguin lookin muthaf*cka |
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Fuck Wit Dre Day (And Everybody's Celebratin')
[Intro - Dr. Dre] Ha, yeah, hell yeah, ha knowhatI'msayin (Sssss) [Verse 1 - Dr. Dre] 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 slapped and sexed out yo mouth Nigga 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 homey's love Now call it what you want to You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you [Interlude - Dr. Dre] Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin about We have your motherfuckin record company surrounded Put down the candy and let the little boy go You knowhatI'msayin, punk motherfucker (We want Eazy, we want Eazy) [Verse 2 - Snoop Doggy Dogg] 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 with ya jimmy It seems like you're good for makin jokes about your jimmy But 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, beeyatch [Interlude - RBX] 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. Yeahhh, motherfucker! [Verse 3 - Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg] 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 ho that I gots 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 nigga... [Outro - Snoop Doggy Dogg] 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 YouknowhatI'msayin? 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... |
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Verse One
Creepin' down the back street on Deez I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine ya wanna make noise, make noise I make a phone call my niggaz 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 '4 with 16 switches And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches Got the hollow points for the snitches So would you just walk on by, cuz I'm too hard to lift and no this ain't Aerosmith It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the CPT on a ryhmin' spree, a straight G Hop back as i pop my top ya trip I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP yeah, cuz if it don't stop I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo') with all the niggaz sayin Chorus: Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride with all the niggaz sayin Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Verse Two just another motherfuckin day for Dre so I begin like this No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just that gangster glare, with gangster raps that gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh word to the motherfuckin streets and word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I hit ya with that I, get ya with as I groove in my four on deez, 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 I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia 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 a nigga trip to the south side, yeah (Rollin in my six-fo') with all the bitches sayin Chorus Verse Three Check this out The sun went down when I hit Slausson on my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin Checkin my rearview, cause niggaz they will do jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools Try 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 niggaz like lynchin but I just watch them hang so on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my stroll on Didn't nobody wanna speak; now everybody peepin out they windows when they hear me beatin up the streets 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 deez keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin I'll be (Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody sayin Chorus: to end |
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The Day The Niggaz Took Over
(feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg, RBX, Dat Nigga Daz) [Intro: guy talking] I'ma say this and I'ma gettin mine. If you ain't down for the Africans here in the United States, period point blank. If you ain't down for the ones that suffer in South Africa from apartheid and shit. Devil you need to step your punk ass to the side and let us brothers and us Africans step in and start puttin some funk in that ass [Hook:] Break em off sometin [8x] [Chorus: Snoop Doggy Dogg] I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why But livin in the city it's do-or-die [repeat] [Verse One: Dat Nigga Daz] 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 rion 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 de, and kill at my own risk if I may Delay to spray with my AK and put it to rest [Interlude: news report] Yes we have. There have been riots, ahh, rioting, well I don't wanna say rioting but there's been looting downtown, but right now Bree, what I want to show you is, they have started fires down at the end of the street [Bridge:] [All] How many niggaz are ready to lose? [Snoop] Yeah, so what you wanna do? [Dre] What you wanna do? [All] I said how many niggas are ready to lose [RBX] Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9 [Interlude: guy talking] Nobody told us today, in otherwords, You're still a slave. No matter how much money you got, you still ain't shit [Verse Two: Dr. Dre] Sittin in my livin room calm and collected Feelin mad, gotta get mine respected 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 niggas get together they get mad cuz they can't fade us Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles They find 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 somthin lovely, biddy-bye-bye I don't love dem so they can't love me) Yo straight puttin down gettin my scoot on Let's jump in off in Compton so I gots ta get my loot on and come up on me some furniture or sometin 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 [Interlude: news report] There has been videotape and you can see of the, aah, some of the crowd throwin things at the officers And swingin 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 [Bridge:] [All] How many niggaz are ready to lose? [Snoop] Yeah, so what you wanna do? [Dre] What you wanna do? [All] I said how many niggas are ready to lose [RBX] Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9 [Chorus: RBX] I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why But livin in the city it's do-or-die [repeat] [Verse Three: RBX] 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 witta spray POP POP POP another motherfucker drop And I get relived like *?Bop Bop says?* 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 donut And cracker 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's the poor black refuse to go [Interlude: news report] This is now coverin a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where these fires have been, aah, ignited. I mean, from here to the, aah, to the south end of South Central is a long way [Hook:] Break em off sometin [8x] [Verse Four: Dat Nigga Daz] The outcome of this is destruction so the more fall Niggaz don't give a fuck so tem 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 [Outro: Snoop Doogy Dogg] 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! |
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[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
One, two, three and to the fo' 하나,둘,셋 그리고 넷 Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do' 스눕도기독과 닥터드레가 문 앞에 섰다. Ready to make an entrance, so back on up 들어갈 준비가 되었으니 모두 물러서 있거라. (cause you know we're bout to rip shit up) (왜냐하면 너도 알다시피 우리는 지금 몽땅 다 뒤집어 놀 참 이거든) Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble 우선 내게 마이크를 다오, 그렇게 난 거품처럼 거침없이 내뱉을 수 있어. Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble 컴튼과 롱 비치가 함께 한다.넌 지금 곤란에 빠져 버린 거야. Ain't nuttin but a G thang, baaaaabay! 오로지 갱스터 뿐이다. Two loc'ed out niggaz so we're craaaaazay! 최고의 두 녀석, 그렇게 우린 극을 이루지 Death Row is the label that paaaaays me! 데쓰로우는 내가 소속된 레이블이야. Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah!) 우리들은 결코 퇴행하지 않는다.그러니 볼륨을 줄이지 말아. But uhh, back to the lecture at hand 다시 강의로 돌아와서 얘기 한다. Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let em understand 완벽함은 극에 달하고, 난 그들에게 노래를 들려주려 한다. from a young G's perspective 젊은 갱스터의 시작으로 말야 And before me dig out a bitch I have to find a contraceptive 여자와 섹스를 하기에 앞서 난 콘돔을 찾아야 하지. You never know she could be earnin her man 너희는 그녀가 원하는 남자를 단번에 보낼 수 있다는 것을 모르고 있지. and learnin her man -- and at the same time burnin her man 또한 그녀는 그 남자에게 한 수 가르쳐 주면서 동시에 불타게 만들지 Now you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant 지금 너도 알다시피 난 절대 그렇게 당하지 않는다. 잘난체 하는 놈들아 Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it 내가 그 짓을 할땐 어떤 여자도 날 만족시켜 주지 못해. (YEAH!) And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield 그래, 그것은 리얼-디얼 홀리 필드 보다 더 리얼하지. And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel 이 걸레들과 매춘부들아, 내가 무슨 말을 하는지 알겠냐? Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk 괜찮은 양의 물건을 준다면 내 주머니가 비는 것도 괜찮지 I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff 나는 이 끝내 주는 것들 중 일부만 가져가겠어. [Dr. Dre and Snoop] It's like this and like that and like this and uh 이렇게 저렇게 이렇게 It's like that and like this and like that and uh 이렇게 저렇게 이렇게 It's like this and like that and like this and uh 이렇게 저렇게 이렇게 [Snoop] Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom 드레, 유령처럼 조용히 마이크로 다가와라 [Dr. Dre] Well I'm peepin, and I'm creepin, and I'm creep-in 그래 난 넌지시 보고 있다가 조용히 다가왔다. But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper kept beepin 그런데 삐삐가 울리는 바람에 지금 겨우 마이크를 낚아챘어. Now it's time for me to make my impression felt 자 이제 내가 느낀 점을 말할 시간이다. So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt 마음을 편하게 가지고 앉아 있거라. 안전 벨트도 착용하고 말야. You never been on a ride like this befo' 너는 이전에 이런 멋진 걸 경험하지는 못했을 거야. with a producer who can rap and control the maestro 랩을 하며 명 지휘를 하는 프로듀서를 말야. At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick 동시에 난 마약과 같은 가사를 선사하네. You know, and I know, I flow some ol funky shit 너나 나나 다 알다시피 난 내 작품과 선곡을 위해 to add to my collection, the selection 옛 훵키 곡중 몇개를 샘플링하지 symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke 그것들은 마약과 마리화나의 흡입을 상징한다. 하지만 질식하진 말거라 If you do, you'll have no clue 만일 네가 그렇게 된다면 넌 나와 스눕 독이 on what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do 다음과 같이 하는 것을 즐길 수 없게 된단 말야 [Dr. Dre and Snoop] It's like this and like that and like this and uh 이렇게 저렇게 이렇게 It's like that and like this and like that and uh 이렇게 저렇게 이렇게 It's like this 이렇게 [Dre] And who gives a fuck about those? 누가 저러한 것들에 대해 걱정을 하고 있는 거지? [Snoop] So just chill, til the next episode 다음 이야기가 흐를 때까지 잠시 흔들어 대라 {*funky sample break*} [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Fallin back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean 갱스터 음악에 맞춰 신나게 놀아보자 Gettin funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens 신선함이 물씬 풍겨나듯 마이크를 잡고 흥겹게 만들어 주지 It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P 그건 으뜸가는 스눕, 그래 난 신인 랩퍼야 D O double-G Y, D O double-G, ya see 도기 독, 알겠지? Showin much flex when it's time to wreck a mic 마이크를 잡게 되면 장기를 발휘한다. Pimpin hoes and clockin a grip like my name was Dolomite 내가 dolomite 로 불려질때처럼 여자들과 놀아나며 총을 휴대하지. Yeah, and it don't quit 그래 그러한 나의 행동들은 절대 끝나지 않아. I think they in the mood for some motherfuckin G shit 내가 보기에 애들이 점점 시들시들해져 가는 것 같군. (Hell yeah!) So Dre (Whattup Dogg?) (그래!) 그래서 드레,(왜 독?) Gotta give em what they want (What's that, G?) 그들이 원하는 걸 이제 보여주자고,(어떤 거 말이지?) We gotta break em off somethin (Hell yeah!) 그들을 확 뒤집을 만한 멋진 거.(그래!) And it's gotta be bumpin (City of Compton!) 그것은 신나는 것이어야 해.(컴튼 도시) [Dr. Dre] It's where it takes place so when asked, yo' attention 그곳은 아직도 많은 이들이 궁금해 하는 곳이지,그러니 주목해라 Mobbin like a muh'fucker, but I ain't lynchin 멋진 폭동을 일으키지만 누굴 죽이거나 하진 않아. Droppin the funky shit that's makin the sucka niggaz mumble 멋진 랩을 내뱉으면 머저리들은 우물쭈물 하게 되지. When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble 내가 마이크를 잡을 때, 머저리들은 마치 쿠키처럼 가루가 되어 버리지 Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked 이리 가까이 와라. 두들겨 패 줄테니, My motherfuckin homie Doggy Dogg has got my back 내 멋진 친구 도기 독이 뒤쪽에 포진하고 있다. Never let me slip, cause if I slip, then I'm slippin 내가 이런 저런 얘기를 흘리게끔 하지 마라. 한번 그러기 시작하면 몽땅 다 But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin 나와버리거든, 하지만 만일 내가 마리화나를 한다면 난 바로 돌아버린다. And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down 그리고 난 계속 랩핑을 전개하며 잘난 척 하는 녀석들을 끌어내리지 And if you bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down 네 놈들이 계속 시끄럽게 떠들어 댄다면 난 너희들을 가만두지 않을 거야, Yeah, and you don't stop 그래 멈추지 않는다. I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock 내가 랩을 하는 건 마치 똑딱 소리를 내는 시계와 같다. But I'm never off, always on, to the break of dawn 절대 멈추지 않고 날 샐 때까지 난 계속해서 이 랩을 진행한다. C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach 컴튼과 롱 비치로 불리는 도시, Puttin the shit together 그들이 이제 함께 한다. Like my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better" 내 친구 D.O.C.의 노래"그 누구도 우리 보다 잘 할수는 없어" 처럼 [Dr. Dre and Snoop] Like this, that and this and uh 이렇게 저렇게 이렇게 It's like that and like this and like that and uh 저렇게 이렇게 저렇게 It's like this 이렇게 [Dre] And who gives a fuck about those? 누가 저러한 것들에 대해 걱정을 하는거지? [Snoop] So just chill, til the next episode 다음 이야기가 흐를 때까지 잠시 흔들어 대라. |
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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 motherfucker, 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-are-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 khaki 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-are-E, Now check me out, it's back to the old school Where the niggas get their strap on, don't nobody cap on Slap on some D-are-E Or some funky ass shit by the D-O-double G-Y-D-O-double G Real G's who drop K's, protect these N-you-T, so nigga please Peep out my manuscript You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit Bitch! So recognize game from the gangsta Things 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 motherfucking street, I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfucking street, I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfucking street, I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfucking street, I heard you want to fuck with Dre, You picked the wrong, motherfucking day Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow, Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row, I heard you want to fuck with Dre, You picked the wrong, motherfucking 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 |
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| 5:29 |
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Wake up, jumped out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2 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 ride, 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 they chest Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs Getting a rep as a young hog It ain't nuttin like the street life Betta be strapped wit yo clip, cuz ain't no fist fight So I guess I gots ta handle mine Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time Lil' ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto streets What'cha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility Now, I'm 'trolling the dove, sitting on swoll 27 years old, off on parole, stroll I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the money That I'm making as soon as I touch the street Things done changed but it's alright 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 O.G. The little homies from the hood wit grip Are the ones I get wit 'cause I'm down respect trip Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what'cha wanna do Didn't know we had a 22 Straight sitting behind his back I'm grab his pockets and then I heard six caps I fell to the ground wit blood on my hands I didn't understand How a nigga so young could bust a cap I use to be the same way back I guess that's what I get (for what) For trying to jack them little homies for they bread Lil' ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto streets What'cha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility Something for the real OG's to get wit 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 need to be uncalm if you pack right And learning just enuff to keep your sack right Late nights, I wonder what they getting fo' Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo' Seven young G's but they serve down In a jeep ride, east side what 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 wit nutting 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 Lil' ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto streets What'cha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility |
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| 8. |
| 3:52 |
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Who is the man with the masterplan?
A Nigga Witta muthafuckin' Gun 44 reasons come to mind Why you muthafuckin' brothas 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 'Cause them punk muthafuckas in black and white Ain't the only muthafuckas I gots to fight I think it's better to retellin' the facts than cuffed up And jacked and fucked up What you niggas lookin at? You do in Goddamn, 'cause it's the city And for a youth to survive a nigga gotta be a gangster And I'm a nigga you can't remove Took out a lot of muthafuckas for tryin' to prove To their homies 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 'Cause I relax and back do a job and jet Yo, I know you understand my flow So here we go when Death Row Come. Let a mutherfucker know D-R-E! A mutherfucker 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 believe that I'm strapped 44, .38 or AK 47 'Cause Mo' live with Charlie Sheen You want a stairway to heaven? Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back And lay a punk mutherfucker 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 when Death Row Come. Let a mutherfucker know I break some off. I break some off Yeah, I break some off. I break some off Yeah, I break some off But I ain't speakin' about between the thighs I'm talkin' about cockin' a guage in between your eyes That'll make you drop to your knees, 'cause 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 to break some off properly Real G So don't doubt it I'm the one who's doin' it While these other niggas talk about it And if mutherfuckers come at me wrong I straight put my 44 Desert Eagle to his muthafuckin' dome And show him why they call me the notorious one The name is Dre, E's ward when I'm packin' a gun You don't believe me, wants to pop and give it a try And if you die you's a buster 'cause real niggas don't die But some still don't hear me though You're too ninny not to hear me, yo So now you know |
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| 9. |
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You really don't understand do you?
Hey man, don't you know In order for us to make this thing work We gotta get rid of the pimps, and the pushers, and then start All over agian clean NIGGAZ you crazy Once again The mighty Death Row organization commitin' mass murder And 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, looking for a hoe Hangin' out, rollin in my '64 16 swicthes for the niggaz in my hood 17 shells so I make it understood Stay back, lay back, way back in the cut Ya come outside nigga ya gettin' fucked up But I told ya, Creep, Creep ya best move Like Luthor Vadros, fuckn' up the west coast I'm right back up in ya when ya 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 and a lot of doe I keep ya this and like that And I [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and I [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and I [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Ohh wait, that's that nigga that owe ya that grip Ya,there that fool is Break him off proper then What's up, what's happinin'? 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? Ya motherfucker (I'll be back though, I'll be back) Ya, you ain't never comin' back, fool [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Yeah nigga [both] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Creepin and peepin' and I can get with these The chronic, slangin' fat keys from my block And it don't stop Tell me where ya wanna go To the strip Or take a trip bawlin' with the row My shit off in ya system Indo smoke in ya lungs, like that And you can lift it, on, and a fist a bomb Takin' away like hell at Veitnam California, back in and on a mission, makin a point Ain't no fuckin' competition they wish they was a runnin' up in reality C-P-T, CAL my locality It's strage how I re-arange and change the buisness By droppin' shit like this Dope, ya can't cope with the real I peal, in the penatentaries, and when I kill it goes [both] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [both] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr. Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr. Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Straight up, now you niggaz 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 BEEEYYACHH |
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| 10. |
| 2:53 |
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[Dr. Dre:]
Damn, it seems that always is somethin' with the fuckin' TV, man! I'm sorry! Muthafuckin' cable off Shit, I make it... hey, bring me somethin' to drink Yeah, the muthafuckin' Crazy was to do, I don't worry Damn, ain't shit on this muthafucker. Oh shit. What the fuck is this? "Show intro starts to play" Hey, muthafuckers, welcome back to The $20 Sack Pyramid I'm your host muthafuckin' O.G. Henny Loug & we're back with our 2 final contestants Duck muthafuckin' Mouth & Bootny Lee Farnsworth They'll be playin' for a $20 Sack of Indo & a 35 dollar gift certificate to the Compton swap meet Alright y'all beotches got 30 seconds to answer 5 muthafuckin' questions Lani. Your ready wit that clock? Well let the games begin. Alright, man, we got to do this shit, man Hell yeah, man, fuck that the whole neighborhood is watchin' & everybody's watchin' We can do this shit right now We gotta do this shit right now, Okay. You ready? Hell yeah man, come on! Hey man, you ready? I'm ready. I'm ready, let's go! "clock is ticking" Indo! Uhh ... uhhh ... Caby! .. uhhh Booter! Shit, shit I used to sell ... uhhhm Hocus Pocus Oh, things that people smoke! Right! That's it that's it. Oh, oh fuck me in the ass Oh, Oh, step to me & let me suck your dick Oh, things that Tim Dawg was sayin' Yeah, that's it right now Oh yeah! Come on keep goin' man, hurry up! Uhh, uhh, VCR's, oh, TV's & shit All them sox & shit Oh, that box in your room & shit Oh, Oh, I shit came up on loot! That's it, That's it right there Yeah, that's it come on hurry up, man, hurry up. Uhh, En Vogue, oh, Halle, Halle, Halle Berry. Shit. Bitches? Oh, bad bitches? Yo, uhh, your Auntie Clarisse Oh, bitches I wanna fuck That shit right there, that shit Come on, hurry up we got 5 seconds Okay, Okay, oh, oh, I know Doc Dre gonna do my music & shit, uhh, uhh Snoop & me, we go to the swap meet Oh! oh, I know, I know! Things that niggas be sayin' to get the pussy! That's it, that's it right there! That shit, That shit. Give me my muthafuckin' weed, Give me my muthafuckin' weed! It's alright, baby! Give me my weed, give me my $35 to go to the muthafuckin' swap meet! Bitch! Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh ... I'm in the money, I'm in the money, I'm in the money, I'm in the money!!!! "Show theme song outro" |
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This 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 box 'n' Knockin em out their sock 'n' Cuz 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 ya 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 ploar cap Lynchin as I hits, misses the ?rollin 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 ??? ??? Rough wind flex too complex, wrecks, then I'm peace So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggas Ya quick ta talk shit I whip your ass nigga So watch me blast, nigga, cuz I'm the last nigga ya wanna fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga I make stagger, ob' skills and jimmy ragged Home in and drag her, sit wit ya girl and watch me tag her Pullin steel like a stunt Sold 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 Back in the days, niggas they use to scrap but now in ninety-due', niggas they pull they strap Cuz, umm, police dem come wicked and dem shoot Niggas, so niggas retaliate and start to loot Execute, boom, stompin black soldier Here ta teach and mould ya The ennerator, 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, everynight 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 5 G's Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G thang |
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Yo yo whut sup?
Yo man, give me some of that ol' gangsta shit, y'knowhutI'msayin? Some shit I can just kick back to, smoke a fat ass joint to YouknowhutI'msayin? He hahahahahahaha Hell yeah! You know what I'm talkin about? I like that ol' gangsta shit Cuz 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 Heh y'knowhutI'msayin? Dem come witta, dem come witta, dem come wit da wickedness 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 he-ouse and they gon' tell yo' 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 Y'knowhutI'msayin? And that lil' shit cha hear in the background, that's my homegirl Rage So RBX kick this shit Seven execution style murders I have no remorse cuz 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 ta 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 pound POP POP my hollow points smacks the clown Cuz 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 recognise Death Row came to chastise So if you cross the Row Remember the first name is Death No love for the other side |
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| 1:04 |
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Yes may I help you
Hello I had a 12 o' clock appointment with Dr. Dre 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 12 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 No apparently you don't understand You know I'm a working person and And I work 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 ::Moaning:: Give it to me Give it to me ::Moaning:: |
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| 4:47 |
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Yes, it is I says me
And although agree are more than three, cause they're we *laughter* 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... Verse One: Kurupt 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 Verse Two: RBX 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 Verse Three: Lady of Rage 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 Verse Four: Snoop Doggy Dogg 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 And two and to the one Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done Outtro : Bushwick Bill Yo, now you know the path I'm on You think you're strong, see if you can travel on Cause only the weak, will try to speak Those who are quiet, will always cause riots There's three types of people in the world Those who don't know what happened Those who wonder what happened And people like us from the streets that MAKE things happen! |
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| 4:37 |
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[Dr Dre]
Cannabis Sativa Oh in the heart of LA known as the chronic Not to be confused with the bionic Even though it does cost six-million dollars, maaan Understannnd? AH HA HA Now we working with some new improved shit on this track Nevertheless not no stress Suck 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 ah ha ha ha (play that motherfucker out there, nigga) [Chorus-] 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 [Dr Dre] Daamn my last joint Don't fuck with me fool Who got the dub sacks? Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooeeeeee This shorter than a motherfucker, maan (you can take it or leave it nigga) But I need a spliff right now (roll this shit up then nigga) And I don't want no *SESS* brother Its got to be the cronic know what I mean nigga cronic thats the bomb boy Now get me motherfuckin'zig-zag we straight (yeah nigga I got some) Or better yet, a muthafuckin'blunt (I got that shit) A Philly blunt that is [Chorus x2] [Dr Dre] God damn! I'm fucked (I'm fucked up to) That shit ain't no joke Ohh shit no I want no more I want shit Just leave me alone Just let me chill out and listen to this shit I'm highhh, that's fucked up! (Done while hook is playing:) What they put in this weed That's why they call this shit chronic Mmm, damn, damn! Shit, fucked up! Fucked up! Really, really though Naw, I cool as a motherfucker That shit, that shit's, that shit's craaaazy! I'm highhhh, damn Wooo I'm gonna fuck some shit up now (You can come and fuck me up) Mmm Hmm, triple cheeseburger, some fries and Mothafuckin' couple sodas and shit, and Hot apple turnover and all dat old shit nigga Wooo I'm gonna get my munch onnn!!! That blunt smell good as a motherfucker too I don't wanna hit no more of dat old shit That shit's not to be fucked with, not to be fucked with I'm highhhh Ooh nigga you can pass that to somebody else Nigga, I'm through for the night, really though, nigga Let's go get some fooooood Let's get up out this motherfucker Ahh, nigga don't be tryin to pass me that shit Nigga I told you I'm cool! Oh, madness (Ha I got another dub sack nigga hahaha) |
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| 4:49 |
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[Chorus: x2 Snoop]
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on these nuts and suck the dick Get's the fuck out after you're done And I hops in my ride to make a quick run [Dr. Dre] I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night Tight than a motherfucker with the gangsta beats And we was ballin' on the motherfuckin' Compton streets Peep, the shit got deep and it was on Number 1 song after number 1 song Long as my motherfuckin' 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 cause 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 [Dat Nigga 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 (Snoop: But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that This is what you look for in a ho 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 [Snoop] Bitch! [Chorus] [Kurupt] 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? (Why?) [Repeat: x3] Cause a hoe's a trick We don't love them tricks (Why?) [Repeat: x3] Cause a trick's a bitch And my dick's constantly in her mouth And turnin' them trick ass hoes the fuck out Now [Snoop Doggy Dogg] 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 motherfucker lickin' the pearl tongue 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking chin checking 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! [Chorus] [Jewell] (Dr. Dre in background "Bitches ain't shit") I don't give a fuck about a bitch But I and her know that they can't fade this Cause I'm doing my own thingdown with the swing I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thing I say you know can't deal Cause 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 And I don't give a fuck [Repeat: x3] And now I gotta do some, And now I gotta do some shit that's clean 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 flow ho But they can't hang with my type on swing I ain't tryin' to say I suck every ding-a-lang But just the juicy ones With he tip of the tongue And then their sprung With the nuts hung [Dr. Dre:] Bitches ain't shit |
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