Dr. Dre

goddamn, hey, whassup, nigga?
oh, shit!
whassup?
hey, that motherfucker clean
hey, whos that?
hey, thats dre, nigga, thats the... look at that shit!
hangin that motherfucker, goddamn! (look at that!)
(laughing) that nigga chromed out up under that motherfucker!
hangin?on the bumper, x!
hey, hang that shit!
what up, dr. dre?

[Dr. Dre]
This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P.
.. [Mary J. Blige sings in the background] ..
A message to God
.. [Mary J. Blige sings in the background] ..

[Dr. Dre]
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

[Mary J. Blige]
Listen listen listen.. (listen) whoahh (listen)
Listen listen listen.. (better listen) whoahh-oahhh-oahhh
Listen listen listen.. [harmonizing]
Listen.. mmm-mmm-mmm

[Rell + (Mary)]
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

[Dr. Dre]
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

[Mary J. Blige]
Listen listen listen.. (listen) whoahh (listen)
Listen listen listen.. whoahh-oahhh-oahhh
Listen listen listen.. [harmonizing]
Listen.. eyy-eyy-eyy-yeah-yeahh

[Rell + (Mary)]
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

[Mary J. Blige]
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..

Eminem: Heyyy!
Steve: Hey, Em, what's up?
Eminem: Steve Berman. What's goin' on, man, how you doin?
Good to see you again. What's up?
Steve: Em, could you come here and have a seat, please?
Eminem: Umm, yeah, what's...
Steve: Vannessa, shut the door.
Secretary: Okay.
Eminem: So what's up? How's orders looking for the first
week?
Steve: It would be better if you gave me nothing at all.
Eminem: Wh-
Steve: This album is less than nothing. I can't sell this
fucking record.
Eminem: Wha-
Steve: Do you know what's happening to me out there?
Eminem: Wh-wha-what's the problem?
Steve: Violent Ground told me to go fuck myself!
Eminem: Who's Violent...?
Steve: Tower Records told me to shove this record up my ass!
Do you know what it feels like to be told to have a
record shoved up your ass?
Eminem: But, I-
Steve: I'm gonna lose my fuckin' job over this.
You know why Dre's record was so successful?
He's rappin' about big-screen tv's, blunts, 40's and
bitches.
You're rappin' about homosexuals and Vicadin.
Eminem: I mean-
Steve: I can't sell this shit!
Eminem: What-
Steve: Either change the record or it's not coming out!
Eminem: What, I-
Steve: Now get the fuck out of my office!
Eminem: What am I supposed-
Steve: NOW!
Eminem: Alright man, whatever.

[Dre] Yeah, what up Detroit?
[Snoop] Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh-no he didn't!
Ahhh! They didn't do it again,
what-what, what-what?
Did you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre?
[Dre]Oh, fo' sho'!
[Snoop] Uh-uh, naw, ya smell that?
This is special right here
What-what, what-what-what?
Yeah, it's a toast to the boggie baby
Uhh, to the boggie-woogie-woogie
Yeah, y'all know! What's crackin' Dre?

[Dr. Dre]
Just le me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp shit
on Slim's shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit)
Throw on 'Guilty Concience' at concerts and watch mosh
pits 'til motherfuckers know each other unconcious
(Watch out now!) Some of these crowds that Slim draws is
rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and fulla cars
Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw +IS+ niggaz from
Chrenshaw from Long Beach to South Central
Whoa, not these niggaz again
These growan-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again
You and what army could harm me?
D-R-E and Shady, with Doggy from Long Beach
Came a long way, to makin' these songs play
It'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way
I got a long uz', and I carry it all day
Sometimes it's like a nightmare, just bein' Andre, but I...

[Snoop Dogg]
Somehow, someway - tell 'em, nigga
You know about Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg)
Now let me cut these niggaz up and show 'em where da fuck
I'm comin from
I get the party crackin' from the shit that I'll be spittin' son
Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run
Got about fifty gungs, and I love all of 'em the same - bang bang!
Damn baby girl what's your name?
I forgot - what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed
Hangin' in the club, with my newphew Eminem
(What's up Slim?) What up cuz? (What up Snoop?)
The Great White American Hope, done hooked up with the
King of the motherfuckin' West Coast, bay-bayy!

Chorus: Nate Dogg (+Snoop)
[Nate] And you don't really wanna fuck, with me
Only nigga that I trust, is me
Fuck around and make me bust, this heat
[Snoop] That's, the devil, they always wanna dance

[Xzibit]
I'm the Head Nigga In Charge, I'm watchin' you move
You're found dead in your garage, with 10 o' clock news coverage
Gotta love it, cuz I expose the facade
Your little lungs is too small to hotbok with God
All jokes aside, some bounce with us
Standin' over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust
It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffs
So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough
When things get rough I'm in the club shootin' with Puff
Bitch, please - you must have a mental disease
Assume the position and get back down on your knees - c'mon

Chorus 2X

[Eminem - impersonating Snoop]
Awww naww, big Slim Dogg
Eighty pound balls, dick six inch long
Back up, in the, heezy BAY-BAY
He's Sha-day!

[Snoop] He's so cra-zay!

[Eminem]
Hahaha! Give me the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White
pickets outside the Interscope offices every night
What if he's right? I'm just a criminal, makin' a living off of
the world's misery - what in the world gives me the right
to say what I like, and walk around filppin' the bird
Livin' the urban life, like a white kid from the 'burbs
Dreamin' at night of screamin' at mom, schemin' to leave
Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me
I just want you all to notice me and people to see
that somewhere deep down, there's a decent human being in me
It just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me
is cuz this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean
So when you see me, dressin' up like a nerd on TV
or heard the CD usin' the fag word so freely
it's just me being me, here want me to tone it down?
Suck my fuckin' dick, you faggot
You happy now? Look here

[Eminem - impersonating Snoop]
I start some trouble everywhere that I go (that I go)
Ask the bouncers in the club cuz they know (cuz they know)
I start some shit they throw me out the back do' (the back do')
Come back and shoot the club up with a fo'-fo' (a fo'-fo')

Chorus 2X

[Xzibit]
2001 and forever
Slim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, X to the Z, Nate Dogg
C'mon, yeah!!

[Dr. Dre] Huh, so I''m out the game huh?
[Eminem] Yo Dre, we ridin?
[Dr. Dre] Whatever
[Eminem] Well I''m witchu homie
[Dr. Dre] Ok, Let''s handle this muhf*cker

[Eminem]
I was born to brew up storms ''n stir up sh*t
Kick up dust, cuss til I slur up spit
Grew up too quickly been through too much sh*t
Corrupt and now they pour it on like syrup, b*tch
Thick in gritz, sick and twisted Mr. Buttersworth
Dre tole me to milk this sh*t for what it''s worth
Till the cow just tilts and tips ''n stumbles to earth
And if I fumble the verse, keep going
First take, I make mistakes, just keep it
No punches, pull no punches, that''s weak sh*t
Fake sh*t if I ever take sh*t, I eat sh*t
Was it for him? Wouldn''t be sh*t

[Dr. Dre]
Creep wit me, as we take a little trip down Memory Lane
Been in longer than anyone in the game
And I ain''t got to lie about my age

[Eminem]
But what about Jermaine?

[Dr. Dre]
f*ck Jermaine, he don''t belong speakin mine or Timbaland''s name
And don''t think I don''t read your little interviews and see what your sayin
I''ma giant, and I ain''t gotta move till I''m revoked
When I see you, I''ma step on you and not even know it
Ya midget, Mini-Me, with a buncha little Mini-You''s
Runnin around your backyard swimming pools
Over 80 million records sold
And I ain''t had to do it with 10 or 11 year olds

Chorus:
Cuz what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?

Cuz what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?

[Eminem]
Second verse, it gets worst
It gets no better than this
Amatuers drink veteran piss
From a Dixie cup, if you ever mix me up
Or confuse me with a Canibus or Dre with a Dupri
Will rub it in, every club your in, we''ll have you
Blackballed and make sure you never rap a f*cken again
Dre ain''t havin it as long as Im here, play Devil''s Advocate

[Dr. Dre]
If there was some magic sh*t I could wave
Over the indusrty that could save it when I''m gone
And bury to make sure the tradition carries on
I would

[Eminem]
If I could only use this power for good
I wouldn''t, not even if I could

[Dr. Dre]
From the hood and I''m a hornet
And I''ma only sting when I''m cornered

[Eminem]
And I''ma only sucker punch or swing without warnin
And swing to knock somebody''s f*ckin head off
Cuz I know, when they get up, I won''t get a chance to let off
Another punch, I''m punk-rock, no one''s punk
Don''t give a f*ck, white pop, so much spunk
When I was little I knew I would blow up
And sell a mil or grow up to be a tiller
Go nuts and be a killer

[Dr. Dre]
And I''m somethin of a phenom
One puff of the chron
I''m unstoppable, I''m alive, I''m on top again
There''s no obstacle that I can''t conquer
So come along with us (Come On)

Chorus:
Cuz what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?

Cuz what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?

[Dr. Dre]
Now anybody who knows Dre
Knows I''m about fast cars and alazey, partyin all day
But I handle my business cuz it''s work before play
Don''t look for trouble but I serve you gourmet
However you want it, you could have it your way
You f*ck my night up, I''ma f*ck up your day
Bullet with your name, sendin it your way
That goes for anyone who walks thru that doorway
Cuz this is my space, you invade it
Live to regret it and you die tryin to violate it
f*ck around and you''ll get anahilated
Eyes diliated

[Eminem]
Ha, like my old lady
Cuz what you say is what you say
Sometimes what you mean is 2 different things
Depending on your mood, if it swings, think too many things
Little hit of Dre''s weed, I can do anything
Catch a contact, then I''m gone and I''m back
I speed write and my loose leaves my lanch pad

[Dr. Dre]
And I can pull any string
Don''t have to prove anything
Catch a contract on your head
You headed West, talk sh*t about Dre?
You better get a vest, then invest in something
To protect your head and neck

[Eminem]
And it''s back and forth all day like Red and Meth
I joke when I say I''m the best in the booth
But a lot of truth is said injest
And if I ever do live to be a legend
I''ma die a sudden death, 5 mics in The Source
Ain''t holdin'' my f*ckin breath
But I suffocate for the respect
Fore I breath the collect the f*ckin check

Chorus:
Cuz what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?

Cuz what you say is what you say
Say what you say how you say it whenever you sayin it
Just remember how you said it when you was sprayin it
So who you playin with huh huh huh huh?

[Dr. Dre]
Watch your f*ckin'' mouth

[Timbaland]
Yo this Timbaland, tell him I said suck (*tchka*) my d*ck

Ice Cube-
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes

-Hello-

Dr. Dre-
I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

-Hello-

MC Ren-
I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

-Hello-

Ice Cube-
The motherfuckin' world is a ghetto
Full of magazines full clips and heavy metal
When the smoke settle, i'm just lookin' for a big yellow
And six inch stelletows
Dr. Dre --hello-- perculatin' keep 'em waitin'
While you sittin' here hatin', your bitch is hyperventillatin'
Hopin' that we pentratin', you gets natin' cuz i never been to satan
The hardcore administratin' gang bang affiliatin'
MC Ren will have you wildin' off a zone and a whole half a gallon
--Get the dollar---
9 1 1 emergency
--And you can tell 'em--
It's my son he's hurtin' me
--And he's a felon--
On parole for robbery, ain't no copin' a plea, ain't no stopin' a G
I'm in the six you got to hop in the three, company monopoly
You handle shit slopilly I drop a key properly
They call me the Don Daada, pop a colla, drop a dolla if you hear me
You can hollar even rock wilders, folla, the impala
Wanna talk about this concrete nigga im a scholar the incredible
Hetero-sexual, credible, beg a hoe, let it go, dick ain't edible
Nigga ain't federal, i plan shit while you hand pick motherfuckers
Givin' up transcripts

Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes

-Hello-

I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

-Hello-

Dr. Dre-
I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

MC Ren-
Villain blows up your spot
Take your notebook your bitch and your glock
This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock
You slaped her ass that's alarming, cuz she want my worm like Common
We chin check niggas, them thin check niggas run trains on goldiggers
Beware these four niggas, scare motherfuckers like Steven King flicks
Makin' niggas clear the room like a dike flea a dick
Make executive none shit, nigga like quick
So when i bomb first nigga who you rollin' with?
Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck your fine ass bitch
Cuz you could loose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle
Watch niggas kiss my ass without flexin' a muscle, bitches
All in the back they knees waitin' to buckle
Same time same channel don't change the dial
Niggas for life, fuckin' your wife these niggas wild

--Hello--

I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

--Hello--

Ice Cube-
I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

--Hello--

Dr. Dre-
Did i fall off?
Got you in your room rippin' every chronic poster on your wall off
Just cuz i put away the sawed off
Now i got you sitin' back with a smirk listenin' with your arms crossed
Questioning Dre's credibility --What?--
Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits, y'all be killin' me
As if I need to make mo'
I got a mansion and six cars that are paid fo', suck my dick
--Hello--
We came a long way from not giving a fuck
Sellin' tapes out of a trunk to movin' this far up
Now we got the whole world starstruck,
Made a million plus and still don't give a motherfuck
Motherfucker i'm Dre, I don't need your respect
I don't need to make another album bitch I ain't gotta do shit
I do it because I want to not to stay in the game
Fuck the fame, i'm still stayin' the same lil' bitch!

--Hello--

I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

--Hello--

MC Ren-
I started this gangsta shit
and this the mutherfuckin' thanks i get?

--Hello--

Ice Cube-
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes

-Hello--

Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes
Look at these niggas with attitudes

Jeah.. uhh.. it's what I do for a livin nigga
Eat for a livin nigga (watcher)
That's how I live for a livin nigga.. (watcher)
Okay, let's do this (the watcher)

[Verse One: Jay-Z]
Things just ain't the same for gangsters
But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters
All of these rap singers claimin they bangers
Doin all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers
Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or manners
I was doin this shit when you was shittin Pampers
I was movin them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand that hand was
Duckin the vans, radars, the scanners
'Fore you knew what hard white to tame was
I was hittin the turnpike, aight with the bammers
I was nice with my hands, cuss aight with them hammers
I was prickin my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was
I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was
Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us
Y'all ain't see us comin through Vegas
You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night
Grand fucked up one fight
I was on the Peter Pan bus
You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin with whom?
Allowed me to be taught
You cowards is just now learnin the shit that we talk
You niggaz ain't know about a Robb Report
Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e.
You niggaz ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door
like "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this BITCH!
You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut
You was suckin for so long, fuckin your little neck up
Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches
You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous
I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game
It's only right I got the right to be king
Niggaz that got life really like what I sing
Cause they know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain
Know the shit I DON'T write be the illest shit that's ever been recited
in the game word to the hyphen in my NAME!
J, A, Y, DASH, Hoffa
The past present nigga the future, proper
The holy trinity of hip-hop is us
We give, Dre his props BUT that's where it stops
It's the Roc

[Chorus: Truth Hurts]
I know, you got your eyes on me
I feel you watchin me
But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me
You try, but what you think you saw
Ain't what you thought you saw
You bed-da off not lookin at all
(Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as befo')
(People I used to know, just don't know me no mo')
(But everywhere that I go, I got people I know)
(Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low)

[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]
I'm still on top of the game
Still droppin flames, still cock and aim
Still at the top had the Roc for the fame
over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came
You seen it all, how I got, how I gained
The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain
When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim
the streets, they made a special spot for my name
Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign
But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins
The pride and the pain
All the way back from the rise of my name
See the world clear through the eyes of the mane
See the world chear for the rhymes that I gave
When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane
The eyes that I played
The best to emerge in the game is The Watcher

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Rakim]
I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs
It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends
It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen
Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene
Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket
Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it
take away the added profit, it's catastrophic
I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it
These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully
The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me
Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny
In the place where the number one cause of death is money
You can try copin
I've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken
I'm still alive and scopin
Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in
And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher [echoes]

[Chorus]

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

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...

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

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!

[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.

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

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

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

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

[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"

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

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

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::

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!

[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)

[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

[50] Sh-sh-sh-SHA-DY! Aftermath
[Em] Ha ha, G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
[50] Ha ha! (Ha ha)

[Chorus: 50 + Eminem]
Cause we came here to set this party off right
Let′s bounce toniiiiiight
And if they don′t let us in through the front do′
Come through the siiiiiide
Cause I don′t wanna ever leave the game without
at least saying goodbyyyyyye
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
scream one last tiiiiiime

[Eminem]
Get your ass up for the Doctor, one more time
Get your ass up for the Doctor, c′mon now!
Here we go, cliffhanger, it′s another club banger
Got you hangin on the edge of your seat, get on down

[Dr. Dre]
Time′s up, game′s over, you lose, I win
Bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here
Ooh yeah, new year, next phase begin
Look who′s got you goin crazy again
I′ma trend, I set one every time I′m in
I go out and just come back full circle again
You a fad, that means you somethin that we already had
But once you′re gone you don′t come back

[Eminem]
Too bad, you′re off the map now, radar can′t even find you
We stay on the grind you slip, we out-grind you
You walk around mad you let your anger blind you
We walk around just playin the violin behind you
Enough with all the pissin and moanin, whinin and bitchin
Sit and observe, listen you′ll learn if you pay attention
Why I send multi-platinum albums, later three diamond
Worldwide, we on the charts with a bullet, and still climbin

[Chorus]

[Em] When Dr. Dre says crunk, you will get it crunk!
[Dr] Get it crunk (CRUNK, CRUNK, CRUNK)
[Em] And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and
[50] Jump (JUMP, JUMP, JUMP)

[Dr. Dre]
The buzz is tremendous, we drop you artists censored
I don′t gotta promote it, for you to know that Doc is off the benches

[Eminem]
We keep the party rockin off the hinges
We ain′t showin off, we′re just goin off, popular contentions

[Dr. Dre]
But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk, Doc is all
washed up, knock it off, who the fuck is Doc impressin?
Doctor′s this, Doctor′s that, you got the wrong impression
You must be on the cock of Doc, cause Doc left you all guessin
So DJ take the needle and just drop it on the record {*crackle*} WHAT?
We gon′ have this motherfucker hoppin in a second (PUMP PUMP)
That′s why we always save the best cut last
to make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass

[Eminem]
Cause we done swam with the sharks, wrestled with alligators
Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers whom if it
wasn′t for rap to bridge the gap maybe raised to be racist
Who may have never got to see our faces
Graced the cover of Rolling Stone pages, broke down barriers
of language and races, just call on the caped crusaders
and leave it to me and Dre to pass the mic and we can play the
back and forth all day like the hot potato game that′s why we came to

[Chorus]

[Eminem] 50 Cent, c′mon!

[50 Cent]
Bounce now, hands up, you know how we do
We make the club jump, everywhere we go
It′s no secret, everybody know
When Dre′s involved, there′s plenty money involved

[Dr. Dre]
And plenty honies involved, the sunny Sundays and palm trees
Cali, every day is just another party from the valleys
All the way to them 8 Mile alleys, let′s rally

[Eminem]
Hands up for the grand finale
Now raise up out your seat, Dre′s about to speak
Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week

[Dr. Dre]
You can catch me in the studio, bangin out the beats to
provide you with the heat that keep blazin out your speaker

[Eminem]
So never say never cause Shady/Aftermath together
along with G-Unit Records, presents the return of
The, The Doc (and Shady) no one can do it better
We tear the club up and leave without a shred of evidence that uh

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
Yeah! Ha ha
Still Aftermath, 2006
And don′t worry bout that ″Detox″ album, it′s comin
We gon′ make Dre do it (ha ha)
50 Cent, G-Unit
Obie Trice, D-Twizy, Stat Quo, Dr. Dre, we ain′t leavin
Let′s go! Ha ha
Ladies and gentlemen
Thank you all for comin out
PEACE!

{*crowd cheers to fade and chants ″Em-i-nem*}

[Eminem] Oh shit, I almost forgot, you′re comin with me!
{*gunshots*}
[Eminem] {*laughing*}
{*scream*}
[Eminem] {*laughing*} Bye bye!

(This is)
(This is)
Hahahaha
Ya I know what this is
Listen
Yo Joe I tell them girls like this

I say My loves the bomb
Girl you gotta put me on (3x)

Yo Joe, Talk to 'em
(Ooow)
Listen
Yeah

My loves the bomb
Girl you gotta put me on

My loves the bomb
Girl you gotta put me on tonight

Mmmmm
Look I gotta get this money girl,
You know I gotta get this stolen,
cause I can´t take us living out here strugglin´no more

(No more)
(No more)

Hoo
Listen baby
Your ears and your neck gotta glisten baby
And this is crazy
But this the way it's gotta be
Baby you're a queen
Plus I ain't fit to be a man
So the plan for me
It's to get the cheese
Bye any means
Listen to me

(Chorus)

Every things gonna be alright
So relax yourself baby
Please cycle (not sure on this word here) down
Relax yourself
Please cycle (?) down

It ain't nottin' nice
It ain't nottin' nice
It ain't nottin' nice now

Said it ain't nottin' nice now

It ain't nottin' nice
It ain't nottin' nice
It ain't nottin' nice now

And when we make it
I'm gonna fly you to the moon and back
Visit the stars
Yes you are
(You are)
So beautiful to me
Beautiful as can be
Good God sent you to me (?)
You're and angel
And I hope these streets don't take me


Down the wrong road we gonna make
Trust in love 'cause it's amazing
Yes it is
So please
Just trust in me
Listen to me girl

(Chorus)

Every things gonna be alright
So relax yourself baby
Please cycle (not sure on this word here) down
Relax yourself
Please cycle (?) down

It ain't nottin' nice
It ain't nottin' nice
It ain't nottin' nice now

Said it ain't nottin' nice now

It ain't nottin' nice
(Listen, I said)
It ain't nottin' nice
(It ain't nottin' nice)
It ain't nottin' nice now

My loves the bomb
Girl you gotta put me on (3x)

My loves the bomb
Listen
Listen

I got one hand in the pot
Of the holding you tight
This life girl
You know it ain't right
But we live in it
Something we're fighting for
You know it ain't nice
It's why the chrome keep it
Nice for me killin-ish
I do it for us
I pray the Lord forgive it-ish
One day we be out the hood
God would that be nice

It ain't nottin' nice
It ain't nottin' nice
(Say what?)
(I said it ain't nottin' nice)
It ain't nottin' nice now
(It ain't nottin' nice)

Said it ain't nottin' nice now
(Wooo)
(Come on)

It ain't nottin' nice
It ain't nottin' nice
It ain't nottin' nice now

My loves the bomb
Girl ya gotta put me on (5x)

Relax yourself
Girl open self to me-a (again, not sure?) (17x)

Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya fuck with me
The police are gonna hafta come an

Intro:

Yeah, whattup, this is Dr. Dre
The party's goin on
Thank God it's Friday

["Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan!" - KRS One" repeat 4X]

Chorus:

Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong ring-gading ding ding dong)
repeat 2X

Verse One:

[Hey you, sittin over there] Say what?
[You better get up out of your chair] That's right
[And work your body down] Yeahhh...
[No time to funk around, cause we gon....]
Funk, you, right on up
So get up, get a move on, and get your groove on
It's the D-R-E the spectacular
In a party I go for your neck so call me Blackula
As I drain a niggaz jugular vein
and maintain to leave blood stains so don't complain
Just chill, listen to the beats I spill
Keepin it real, enables me to make another meal
Still, niggaz run up and try to kill at will
But get popped like a pimple, so call me Clearasil
I wipe niggaz off the face of the Earth since birth
I been a bad nigga, now let me tell you what I'm worth
More than a Stealth bomber, I cause drama
The enforcer, music flows like a flying saucer
Or a 747 jet, never forget
I'm that nigga that keeps the hoes panties wet
The mic gets smoked, once you hear the beat kick
With grooves so funky, they come with a Speed Stick
So check the flavor that I'm bringin
The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin

(Chorus)

Verse Two:

One-two for the crew, three-fo' for the dough
Five for the hoe, six-seven-eight for Death Row
Mad niggaz about to feel the full effect of intellect
So I can collect respect, plus a check
Now I fin' to, get into to, my mental
will take care of this business I need to attend to, cuz my rent's due
And this rap shit's my meal ticket
So you god damn right I'm gonna kick it, or get evicted
I bring terror like Stephen King
A black Casanova, runnin niggaz over like Christine
When I rock the spot with the flavor I got
I kick plenty of ass, so call me an astronaut
As I blast past another nigga's ass that thought he was strong
But I smoke him like grass, just like Cheech and Chong
When I flow, niggaz know, it's time to take a hike
Cause I grab the mic and flip my tongue like a dyke
I got rhymes to keep you enchanted
Produce a smokesscreen with the funky green to keep your eyes slanted
So check the flavor that I'm bringin
The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin

(Chorus)

Verse Three:

Debonairre with flair, I scare wear and tear
without a care, runnin shit as if I was a mayor
But I ain't no politician, no competition
Sendin all opposition to see a mortician
I'm up front, never in the back drop
Step on stage and get faded just like a flat top
Your rhyme sounds like you bought em at Stop N Go
Dre came to wax you so, just call me Mop N Glow
Many tried to, but just can't rock with
I'm 6-1, 225, a pure chocolate
Your chances of jackin me are slim G
Cause I rock from summer til Santa comes down the chimney
Ho ho ho, and so, as I continue to flow
Cause yo, I'm just a fly negro
So, check the flavor that I'm bringin
The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin

(Chorus)

Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya fuck with me
The police are gonna hafta come an

[MC Ren as Court Officer]
Right about now, N.W.A. court is in full effect
Judge Dre presiding
In the case of N.W.A. vs. the Police Department;
prosecuting attourneys are: MC Ren, Ice Cube,
and Eazy-motherfuckin-E

[Dr. Dre as The Judge]
Order, order, order
Ice Cube, take the motherfuckin stand
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
and nothin but the truth so help your black ass?

[Ice Cube as Witness]
You god damn right!

[Dr. Dre]
Well won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?

[Ice Cube]
Fuck the police comin straight from the underground
A young nigga got it bad cause I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
they have the authority to kill a minority
Fuck that shit, cause I ain't the one
for a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun
to be beatin on, and thrown in jail
We can go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
Fuckin with me cause I'm a teenager
with a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin my car, lookin for the product
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics
You'd rather see, me in the pen
than me and Lorenzo rollin in a Benz-o
Beat a police out of shape
and when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still gettin swoll off bread and water
I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down, and grabbin his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
Cause they'll slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin out for the white cop
Ice Cube will swarm
on ANY motherfucker in a blue uniform
Just cause I'm from, the CPT
Ounk police are afraid of me!
HUH, a young nigga on the warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
of cops, dyin in L.A.
Yo Dre, I got somethin to say

{*"Fuck the police" -) cut and scratched 4X*}

Example of scene one

[Cop] Pull your god damn ass over right now
[NWA] Aww shit, now what the fuck you pullin me over for?
[Cop] Cause I feel like it!
Just sit your ass on the curb and shut the fuck up
[NWA] Man, fuck this shit
[Cop] Aight smartass, I'm takin your black ass to jail!

[Dr. Dre]
MC Ren, will you please give your testimony
to the jury about this fucked up incident?

[MC Ren]
Fuck the police and Ren said it with authority
because the niggaz on the street is a majority
A gang, is with whoever I'm steppin
and the motherfuckin weapon is kept in
a stash box, for the so-called law
Wishin Ren was a nigga that they never saw
Lights start flashin behind me
But they're scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me
But that shit don't work, I just laugh
because it gives em a hint, not to step in my path
For police, I'm sayin, "Fuck you punk!"
Readin my rights and shit, it's all junk
Pullin out a silly club, so you stand
with a fake-assed badge and a gun in your hand
But take off the gun so you can see what's up
And we'll go at it punk, and I'ma fuck you up!
Make you think I'ma kick your ass
but drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast
I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime
But I'ma smoke 'em now and not next time
Smoke any motherfucker that sweats me
or any asshole, that threatens me
I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope
Takin out a cop or two, they can't cope with me
The motherfuckin villian that's mad
With potential, to get bad as fuck
So I'ma turn it around
Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound
{*BOOM, BOOM*} Yeah, somethin like that
but it all depends on the size of the gat
Takin out a police, would make my day
But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck to say

{*"Fuck the police" -) cut and scratched 4X*}

[Cop] {*knocking on the door*}
[NWA] Yeah man, what you need?
[Cop] Police, open now
[NWA] Aww shit
[Cop] We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest
[Cop] Get down and put your hands up where I can see 'em
(Move motherfucker, move now!)
[NWA] What the fuck did I do, man what did I do?
[Cop] Just shut the fuck up
and get your motherfuckin ass on the floor
(You heard the man, shut the fuck up!)
[NWA] But I didn't do shit
[Cop] Man just shut the fuck up!

[Dr. Dre]
Eazy-E, won't you step up to the stand
and tell the jury how you feel about this bullshit?

[Eazy-E]
I'm tired of the motherfuckin jackin
Sweatin my gang, while I'm chillin in the shack, and
shinin the light in my face, and for what?
Maybe it's because I kick so much butt
I kick ass -- or maybe cause I blast
on a stupid-assed nigga when I'm playin with the trigger
of any Uzi or an AK
Cause the police always got somethin stupid to say
They put out my picture with silence
Cause my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gangsta, but still I got flavor
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin to get shot
by me, or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's smaller or bigger
(MC Ren: Size ain't shit, he's from the old school fool)
And as you all know, E's here to rule
Whenever I'm rollin, keep lookin in the mirror
And ears on cue, yo, so I can hear a
dumb motherfucker with a gun
And if I'm rollin off the 8, he'll be the one
that I take out, and then get away
While I'm drivin off laughin this is what I'll say

{*"Fuck the police" -) cut and scratched 4X*}

The verdict

[Dre] The jury has found you guilty of bein a redneck,
white bread, chickenshit motherfucker
[Cop] But wait, that's a lie! That's a god damn lie!
[Dre] Get him out of here!
[Cop] I want justice!
[Dre] Get him the fuck out my face!
[Cop] I want justice!
[Dre] Out, RIGHT NOW!
[Cop] FUCK YOU, YOU BLACK MOTHER-FUCKERRRRRRRRRRRRS!

Fuck the police! (repeat 3X)

Here's a little somethin' bout a nigga like me
never shoulda been let out the penititary
Ice Cube would like ta say
That I'm a crazy mutha fucka from around the way
Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out
Now I'm the mutha fucka that ya read about
Takin' a life or two
that's what the hell I do, you don't like how I'm livin
well fuck you!
This is a gang, and I'm in it
My man Dre'll fuck you up in a minute
With a right left, right left you're toothless
And then you say goddamn they ruthless!
Everwhere we go they say [damn!]
N W A's fuckin' up tha program
And then you realize we don't care
We don't just say no, we to busy sayin' yeah!
To drinkin' straight out the eight bottle
Do I look like a mutha fuckin role model?
To a kid lookin' up ta me
Life ain't nothin but bitches and money.
Cause I'm tha type o' nigga that's built ta last
If ya fuck wit me I'll put a foot in ya ass
See I don't give a fuck 'cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin

Chorus:

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"Hopin you sophisticated motherfuckers hear what I have to say"

Verse Two: Ice Cube

When me and my posse stepped in the house
All the punk-ass niggaz start breakin out
Cause you know, they know whassup
So we started lookin for the bitches with the big butts
Like her, but she keep cryin
"I got a boyfriend" Bitch stop lyin
Dumb-ass hooker ain't nuttin but a dyke
Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin em, and so did E
By that time got rushed by security
Out the door, but we don't quit
Ren said, "Let's start some shit!"
I got a shotgun, and here's the plot
Takin niggaz out with a flurry of buckshots
Boom boom boom, yeah I was gunnin
And then you look, all you see is niggaz runnin
and fallin and yellin and pushin and screamin
and cussin, I stepped back, and I kept bustin
And then I realized it's time for me to go
So I stopped, jumped in the vehicle
It's like this, because of that who-ride
N.W.A. is wanted for a homicide
Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass
See I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin?

Chorus:

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"He'll tell you exactly how he feel, and don't want a fuckin thing back"

Verse Three: Ice Cube

Homies all standin around, just hangin
Some dope-dealin, some gang-bangin
We decide to roll and we deep
See a nigga on Dayton's and we creep
Real slow, and before you know
I had my shotgun pointed in the window
He got scared, and hit the gas
Right then, I knew I has to smoke his ass
He kept rollin, I jumped in the bucket
We couldn't catch him, so I said fuck it
Then we headed right back to the fort
Sweatin all the bitches in the biker shorts
We didn't get no play, from the ladies
With six niggaz in a car are you crazy?
She was scared, and it was showin
We all said "Fuck you bitch!" and kept goin
To the hood, and we was fin to
Find somethin else to get into
Like some pussy, or in fact
A bum rush, but we call it rat pack
On a nigga for nuttin at all
Ice Cube'll go stupid when I'm full of eight ball
I might stumble, but I won't lose
Now I'm dressed in the county blues
Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
If you Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass
I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin?

Interlude: Ice Cube, Dr. Dre

[Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit]
{Man whatcha gonna do now?}
"What we're gonna do right here is go way back"
[How far you goin back?]
"Way back"
"As we go a lil somethin like this" - Slick Rick

Here's a lil gangsta, short in size
A t-shirt and Levi's is his only disguise
Built like a tank yet hard to hit
Ice Cube and Eazy E cold runnin shit

Verse Four: Eazy E, MC Ren

Well I'm Eazy E the one they're talkin about
Nigga tried to roll the dice and just crapped out
Police tried to roll, so it's time to go
I creeped away real slow and jumped in the six-fo'
Wit the "Diamond in the back, sun-roof top"
Diggin the scene with the gangsta lean
Cause I'm the E, I don't slang or bang
I just smoke motherfuckers like it ain't no thang
And all you bitches, you know I'm talkin to you
"We want to fuck you Eazy!" I want to fuck you too
Cause you see, I don't really take no shit
[So let me tell you motherfuckers who you're fuckin with]
Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
If you Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass
I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin?

Chorus:

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"He'll fuck up you and yours, and anything that gets in his way"

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin
"He'll just call you a low-life motherfucker, and talk about your
funky ways"

[MC Ren:]
Ren is the villain and you're just an hostage
so whenever I'm steppin cover your head like an ostrich
Groupies been waitin for this, suckers been hatin for this
You know why ? Because so many are relatin to this
Jealous is how they feel it intentionally
but they start to love it becoz I made it eventually
Pumpin the music I keep the music like pumpin
coz Ren ain't in here for nuthin, I keep the average crowd jumpin
Yo, you know the color, the villain's in black
Always down to make noise, and attack
So you better get back unless you wanna come with it
and make your face like a target and close your eyes when I hit it
You're screamin with fear but it's with fear that you're screamin
you're wakin up in a sweat coz Ren is givin bad dreams and
I'm not schemin, I'm just tellin the facts
That's how it is when N.W.A. starts to jack
So brothers that wanna scrap with me
That sweezin and sneezin will have to lap with me
especially beggin to write some lyrics with me
I just snatch your girl to take a nap with me
coz when it comes to Ren there's no comparison
And if you try to be me, it's quite embarassin
but I understand coz you're mentally slow
coz I can tell from the jump you're too nervous to go

If it aint' ruff it ain't me (scratch)
[Tha gangsta's black and he's about to attack]
If it ain't ruff it ain't me (scratch)
Lemme bust a freestyle here [Allright then]

I can tell that you're afraid to fight me
simple because you lost the crowd and they had to invite me
becoz you're sweat as a puddle but there's a puddle o' sweat
I'm a threath, so get a cold rag and wipe your neck
and clean the dirt off your face that calls acne
It's ridiculous thinkin that you can jack me
This is the round where the punch will go
until ya A G-A-T that's known as a flow
I'm makin a point but it's a point that I'm makin
Like, see, I'm hatin the fakin I keep the suckers like shakin
Scared to speak with a tongue and they're chozen
The sound of my voice in their ear and they're frozen
This is a battle to the death, it's like the [?? same ol' ??]
against a brother on a tip, with [??]
Givin a pain but it's with pain that I'm givin
but I'm comparin and tearin'em but I'm makin a livin
with the hype of a 9 Volt battery
and the odds for me to conquer is averagely good
Meanin I'm a flow
I'm from the streets so, yo, I'm ready to go

If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren]
[Tha gangsta's black and he's about to attack]
If it ain't ruff it ain't me
[Man whatcha gonna do now ?] [get funky]

The 'do not disturb' sign is in effect
while I'm thinkin of a fool to select
to give the victim the verdict so for the verdict a victim
slammin my vocals on a dance with the rest then I kick them
Tell'em they're guilty, and beep out the bailer
and get a new track o' drums so I can play with
percussion; pumpin it loud when I perform
Yo, you wanna play in my game, put on a uniform
It ain't a rule in the book you have to go by
Hey, coz when it comes to cheatin yo you should know I
for fear in the hearts coz it's the hearts full of fear
coz what you hear in your ear is something funky and clear
The hump was incredible yo but Ren he was super
But now I'm ruthless, a civilian and not a trooper
but a soldier with a top rankin
givin dope material, the hell with the gankin
So play like an airplane and just jet
and keep your blood pressure low coz I'm a [??], if not
I'm afraid of the show
that you're a sucker and you're too nervous to go

If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren]
[The gangsta's black and he's about to attack]
If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren]
[The gangsta's black] If it ain't ... If it ain't
(scratching)

[Dr. Dre]
One, two, three, kick it

[The D.O.C.]
Aiyyo Dre, what's goin on man? What's goin on?
Ay what ch'all gonna do for this last record?
Nah tell me what cha'all gonna do?
Okay, you want me to do the intro? Aight!

Parental discretion is advised for the moment
While I'm getting candid, now understand it
Ain't too typical in any way, though the pro
on the mic is the D.O. to the C. this is an intro
I know the DOC makes you want to take a valium
So buy a bucket cause upcomin is my album
And for the record, meanin my record, check it
Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it
But in the meantime, listen to the rhyme
of the Dr. Dre, played wit N.W.A.
Yella's on the drum roll, rockin the beat
Aiyyo Dre, where's you gonna take this shit man?

[Dr. Dre]
Aiyyo, let's take it to the street (WORD UP!)
Let 'em understand perfection
Let knowledge be the tool for suckers to stop guessin
Cause I don't give a fuck about a radio play
Observed the english I display
Lyrics for the adults, children have been barred
and scarred from listenin to somethin so motherfuckin HARD
Dope, pumpin that's so my shit will never falter
Yo it's Dre so fuck the "Mind of Minolta"
Psycho, like no, other motherfucker
So step to me wrong, G-O for what you N-O
But be warned, never will I leave like a regular
Cause I'm a little better than the regular competitor
I use to see 'em on stage
Earnin money like a thief, but without a guage
Until I got full, of clockin the lame gettin pull
(They said you wasn't gon' get paid)
Nah that's bullshit! They like it stylistic
And I enchant the crowd like I'm a mystic
(C-C-C-C) C-C-C-cameras are flashin, when I'm in action
A photo, or fresh with a flair for fashion
Pure simplicity, see it's elementary
You hear one of the hardest motherfuckers this century
Try to comprise a word to the wise and the guys
Parental discretion is advised

[MC Ren]
Ren is most extremely high performance
The black hat cause I worn this, cause it's like enormous
Some shit I don't take it, not even in a toliet
And shit from a sucker, put in a pot and I'll boil it
Turn up the pilot as it burns
And maybe, the motherfuckers will learn
I'm not a sub, cause I speak sensible
Not considered a prince, cause I'm a principal
I'm engineerin; the shit that you're hearin


Cause when it comes to power, I'm power steerin
Silly you say, I say you're silly when you say it
Rushin to the eject, to put my shit in and play it
It's like Apollo, but I'm not an amateur
And I'm not givin a fuck, while I'm damagin ya
It's for the record; so Ren's lyrics is gonna spin it
And if there was a trophy involved, I'll win it
Possession is mine and I'm the holder
Cause a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck cause I'm older
So for you to step off would be wise
And say fuck it, parental discretion is advised

[Ice Cube]
I be what is known as a bandit
You gotta hand it to me when you truly understand it
Cause if you fail to see, read it in braile
It'll still be funky -- so what's next is the flex
of a genius, my rapid-stutter-steppin if you seen this
dope, you hope that I don't really mean this
But if played, made the grade or high-top fade
It's not my trademark when I get loose in the dark
You guess it was a test of a different style
It's just another motherfucker on the pile
Drivin your ass with the flow of your tongue
You hung yourself short, the after-knowledge was brung
to your attention, by the hardest motherfuckin artist
that is know for lynchin any sucker in a minute
Stagger 'em all
When I start flowin like Niagara Falls
Ice Cube is equipped to rip shit in a battle
Move like a snake when I'm mad; and then my tail rattle
I get low on the flow so let your kids know
When I bust, parental discretion is a must

[Eazy-E]
Little did they know, that I would be arrivin
And it's surprisin, rockin it from where I been
But it's the E here to take, no mistake to be made
in the trade where funky ass records are bein played
Fuck the regular, yo as I get better the
bitches wanna trick and go stupid up on the dick
So I get 'em hot, thinkin they're gonna get it
As they sit, rubbin their legs like a cricket
To you it may be funny, but
there's no service of beef, without money
So slip the C-note, and you can choke
on a wing-ding-ding-a-ling down your throat
Foreplay; to me ain't shit
When you spread 'em I'm ready, then you can get the dick
of the Eaze, if you can deal with the size
But if you can't, parental discretion's advised! {*echoes*}

{*bass guitar and piano solo for a minute*}

[Unknown voice at the end after band breaks down]
Shut the fuck up!!

"Kick that shit!" -) Flavor Flav
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!"
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*}

Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} cool kickin ass {*scratch*}
Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} "Kich that shit!"

"Pull up a chair.." -) Rakim {*echoes*}

[Verse One: Eazy-E]
I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky
Nickname Eazy-E yo' 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kickin, to show my shit
Rappin holdin my dick boy, I don't quit
Crowd rockin motherfucker from around the way
I got a six-shooter, yo' mean I'm brave
Rollin through the hood, to find the boys
to kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise
Police on my drawers, I have to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin my balls
I hook a right turn and let the boys go past
then I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass!"
Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips
Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits
Turn the shit up had the bass cold whompin
Cruisin through the Eastside, South of Compton
See a big ass, and I say word
I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb
Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

I, was.. "Cool kickin ass"
I, was.. "Raised in L.A."
I, was.. "Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'" -) Eazy
{"Too, much, posse!" -) Flavor Flav}

[Verse Two: Eazy-E]
Ridin on Slausson lookin for Crenshaw
Turned down the sound, to ditch the law
Stopped at a light and had a fit
cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit
Flipped his ass off, put it to the floor
Bottle was empty so I went to the store
Nigga on tilt cause I was drunk
See a sissy-ass punk, had to go in my trunk
Reached inside cause it's like that
Came back out with a silver gat
Fired at the punk, and it was all because
I had to show the nigga what time it was
Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage
a sissy like that got out of Dodge
Sucka on me cause the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

"Fuck it up y'all!" -) repeat 6X
{"YEAH!!!", *guitar riff* -) Beastie Boys}

[Verse Three: Eazy-E]
Olde English 800 cause that's my brand
Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can
Drink it like a madman, yes I do
Fuck the police and a 502
Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell
Three bitches already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!"
40 ounce in hand, that's what I got
"Yo man you see Eazy earlin in the parkin lot?"
Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' hoe
Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell no!"
Called her a bitch cause that's the rule
"Bitch, who you callin a bitch?!"
Boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool
You tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get 'em up
I start droppin the dogs, and wathc you fold
Just dumb full of cum, got knocked out cold
"Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick!
Now your fly bitch is all over his dick!"
Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

"Stomp a mudhole in your ass!" -) Flavor Flav
"Stomp a mudhole in your ass, BITCH!" -) Flav

[Verse Four: Eazy-E]
Pass the brew motherfucker while I tear shit up
and y'all listen up close to roll call
Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice
Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce
Dre makes the beats so god damn funky
Do the Olde 8, fuck the brass monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the niggaz from C.I.A.
Crazy D is down and in effect
We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect
Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

{*scratched*} "City of Compton!"
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*}

{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched to end*}

[Dre] Ah yeah, yo Ren, yo ready to do this shit ?
[Ren] Yeah, Dre, let's rip shit up
[Dre] Hey, yo Yella Boy, why don't you kick me one of them
funky beats ?
[Ren] Yo, we got my homeboy Eazy E in the house
[Dre] Compton's definately in the house. Yo Ren, whatta we gonna
call this ? Tell'em what yo name is ?
[Ren] Yeah something like that
[Dre] Allright, let's kick this shit on the one
Kick it

[Ren]
Back by demand, now it's big as fuck
because you as the public, you should know what's up
"Compton's in the House" was more than gold, it was a hit
cause it was based on some crazy shit
So our final conclusion has been permitted
Punks made us a target and knew that we'd hit it
But that was a part of showbizz
[Dre]
Hey yo homeboy, why don't you tell'em what your name is ?
[Ren]
Well for the record it's Ren, and for the street it's villain
And strapped with a gat, it's more like Matt Dillon
on "Gunsmoke", but not a man of the law
I'm just the baddest motherfucker that you ever saw
See, I peep and then I creep on a fool
Get my bloodpressure high but still stay cool
Dig a grave of a nigga lookin' up to me
that really had the nerve that he could fuck with me
Who was the man in the mass, while I was waitin' to axe
you know, it's MC Ren kickin' mucho ass
Gettin' respect in showbizz
Hey yo homeboy [Dre: Whassup ?] Why don't you tell'em what yo name is ?

[Dre]
Dre, the motherfuckin' doctor, bitch hopper
The sucker-motherfucker stopper
Back with a vocal track that's a fresh one
so now, let's get the motherfuckin' session
goin', flowin'. It's time to start throwin'
rhymes. So keep in mind all the suckers I'm blowin'
cause I'm a start showin' the time
Never sayin' I'm the best and just goin' for mine
Unlike a lotta suckers who claim they're gettin' busy
when their records only make good frisbees
You need to stop runnin' off the mouth
Stop and think before you put some whack bullshit out
It's not difficult, in fact it's kinda simple


to create something funky that's original
You need to talk about the place to be
who you are, what you got, about a suck MC

[Dre] Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about, Ren,
You know what I'm sayin' ?
[Ren] Yeah, I know what you're sayin', Dre, but you
still ain't told'em enough, man
[Dre] Allright, Allright
Well, let's kick one more verse right here, allright
Kick it

[Dre]+[Ren]
This is portable, something to fuck with yo ear
Ren and Dre will appear when the sound is clear
to fuck it up like we always do, and that's the trick
Sayin' some shit to make the bitches wanna suck our dicks
But it's an everyday thang
communicating to y'all with the Compton slang
Compton's back in the house and your appartment
so open your door, by the way, so we can start it
Test the monitors and call this mic
cause the way we feel, we're gonna fuck it up tonight
I got my mic in my hand, with a hell of a grip
Bitches screamin' and shit, now it's a trip
Waitin' for the grand finale, or the end
or stupid rhymes set be Dre and Ren
Well, like a kid, we get new shoes and go faster
Smilin', like hell, as we move past the
suckers, the motherfuckers with the ego hype
cause we're positive and they're on a negative type
and if think we're about to quit...
motherfucker you ain't heard shit

[Dre] Yeah, that shit was funky, you know what I'm sayin', Ren ?
[Ren] I know what you're sayin', this is MC Ren and Dr.Dre
cold kickin' it in the place
[Dre] Ah yeah, my mellow Eazy E in the house
Yella Boy in the house
my boy Ice Cube
Arabian Prince cold rockin' shit
[Ren] Oh yeah, hey, I'm a say whassup to my homeboys from CNW
[Dre] Yeah, hey, yo Ren, whatta we gonna call this shit ?
Tell'em what yo name is ?
[Ren] Yeah something like that...

[Dr. Dre]
Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there
flakin and perpetratin but scared to kick reality

[Ice Cube]
Man, you been doin all this dope producin
You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is

[Dr. Dre]
So what you want me to do?

{Express yourself!}

[Dr. Dre]
I'm expressin with my full capabilities
And now I'm livin in correctional facilities
Cause some don't agree with how I do this
I get straight and meditate like a Buddhist
I'm droppin flava, my behaviour is hereditary
But my technique is very necessary
Blame it on Ice Cube; because he said it gets funky
when you got a subject and a predicate
Add it on a dope beat; and it'll make you think
Some suckers just tickle me pink - to my stomach
Cause they don't flow like this one
You know what? I won't hesitate to diss one
or two before I'm through, so don't try to sing this
Some drop science; while I'm droppin english
Even if Yella, makes it a-capella
I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or sess
Cause it's known to give a brother brain damage
And brain damage on the mic don't manage - NUTHIN
but makin a sucka and you equal
Don't be another sequel.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}

[Dr. Dre]
Now, gettin back to the PG
That's program, and it's easy
Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow
Expressin ain't their subject because they like to follow
the words, the style, the trend; the records I spin
Again and again and again - yo, you're on the other end
Whatch a brother playin dope rhymes, with no help
There's no fessin or guessin while I'm expressin myself
It's crazy to see people be
what society wants them to be, but not me
RUTHLESS, is the way to go, they know
Others say rhymes which fail to be original
or they kill where the hip-hop starts
Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts
Some musicians cuss at home
But scared to use profanity when upon the microphone
Yeah, they want reality, but you will hear none
They'd rather exaggerate a little fiction
Some say no to drugs, and take a stand
But after the show, they go lookin for the "Dopeman"
Or they ban my group from the radio
Hear N.W.A. and say, "Hell no!"
But you know it ain't all about wealth
As long as you make a note to.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}

[Dr. Dre]
{Express yourself!} .. from the heart
cause if you wanna start to move up the chart
then expression is a big part of it
You ain't efficient when you flow, you ain't swift
Movin like a tortoise, full of rigor mortis
There's a little bit more to show
I got rhymes in my mind, embedded like an embryo
or a lesson - all of 'em expression
And if you start fessin, I got a Smith and Wessun for ya
I might ignore your record because it has no bottom
I get loose in the summer winter spring and autumn
It's Dre on the mic, gettin physical
Doin' the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob!
Yes I'ma climb, but you know you need this
And the knowledge is growin just like a fetus
or a tumor, but here is the rumor
Dre is in the neighborhood and he's up to no good
When I start expressin myself, Yella, slam it
Cause if I stay funky like this I'm doin damage
Or I'ma be too hyped, and need a straight jacket
I got knowledge, and other suckers lack it
So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic
Ask what it's like - it's like we're gettin hyped tonight
Cause if I strike, it ain't for your good health
But I won't strike if you just.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Go on and do it..} {*music fades*}

Ah yeah, right about now Compton's in de mothafuckin' house [yeah do it do it]
NWA's in full effect
Hey yo yella boy, kick me that funky-ass beat
Yeah, who's in de mothafuckin' house?
Compton's in the mothafuckin' house!
Yeah, Compton's definetly in the house
Hey yo Ren, what we're gonna do?

[MC Ren]

To the people over here
To the people over there
To the people, the people, the people, people, the people, the people
People From everywhere watching the show
Paying top dolars because they know
When we're on the stage, we're in a mothafuckin' range
So Dre, why don't you get the 12 guage [yeah]
And show 'em how Eazy-Duz-It
So if you punks wanna make somethin' of it
Step up, run up, get up, what's up sucker
You want some of this?
Then you're a stupid mothafucka!
Kickin' - like the kick from a kickdrum
Yella boy on the drum gettin' dumb
Programmin' - a beat that's hittin'
And if you listen then you know we're not bullshittin'
Dope - like a pound or a key
So shut de fuck up and listen to me
I make a killin
I got money to the ceiling [why's that?]
'cause I'm a mothafuckin' ruthless villain
MC Ren - stomping any fool in my way
With some help from my homeboy Dre

[Dr. Dre]

Now my name iz Dre - de mothafuckin' doctor
Rippin' shit up [oh yeah] and here to rock ya
With some help from my homeboy E
The criminal of the ruthless posse
Fuckin' it up [word up] iz what we do
The reputation of the NWA crew
Gettin' busy because we're cold stampin'
And we're born and raised
And we're born and raised
And we're born and raised in Compton

Speakin' of Compton, it's makin' me sick [why?]
Everybody'z talkin' that crazy shit
Sayin' they were raised in the CPT [aha]
Just as I was, they try to be like me
Poppin' that shit, get the fuck out my face
Knowin' that they never even seen the place
Claimin' my city is my city they claim
Mothafuckaz we're about to put some salt in your game ..

Yeah I'm tired of these mothafuckerz runnin' around town, talkin' about
They're from Compton and shit, tryin' to get on the bandwagon ..
Yeah Dre, I know what you're sayin' man, but let's tell 'em who we're
Talkin' about ..

WHAT DO YOU CALL A CREW THAT CAN RAP LIKE THAT ...?
Yo NWA call 'em mothafuckaz wack..
[yeah you know what time it iz, listen to why we call 'em wack]

They got a wacky wack record wit a wacky wack crew
Yo what about the lyrics?
That shit's wacky wack too
With a fucked up style and a fucked up show
Hey yo Ren, what about the scratchin', is it def?
Fuck no!

The mothafuckin' record is so mothafuckin' wack
The mothafuckin' cracka jack needs to step the fuck back ...

Do you want some of this?
Hell no ..
Dre the mothafuckin' doctor
Well for the record it's Ren and for the street it's Villain
Dre the mothafuckin' doctor
Well for the record it's Ren and for the street it's Villain
Yella boy, why don't you kick me one of them funky-ass beats?
My boy .. my boy .. my boy Ice Cube
Yo we got my homeboy Eazy E in de house
Won't you tell 'em what your name iz?

[MC Ren]

MC Ren is the mothafuckin' Coroner
I'm gettin' rid of mothafuckaz as if they was a foreigner
Show no greed to pretend when I sin
I punch you can block it but I'm a still get in
This ain't a TKO in the first
But it's some shit from a nigga in black it's much worse
Then a beat from Tyson 'cause Ren is not nice and
Your ass is better off just rollin' a dice and
Findin' you a number for luck
'cause you all need it when you see I don't give a fuck
My identity, and the shit is gettin' shown
Without a video I'm still gettin' on
I'm at a show then my picture is takin'
One click of the flash and punk niggaz are breakin'
To the door, tryin' to join my fan club
Lipstickin' over one of my dubs
And it's the minimal scratch for the moment
Until I fuck up the so called opponet
That's standing in the zone of the twilight
Sayin' how in de fuck did he get mixed up in my fight
It was'nt a mistake, it was a set-up
So until I'm finished poppin' my lyrics you should shut up
And don't attempt to speak
Because it's bad enough you rollin' up shit quick
With a nigga like Ren about the hit
Now lemme hear you mothafuckaz talk some more shit
I'm a bust your ass in your mouth,
Yo, unless you're sayin' "Compton's in de house"

[Dr. Dre]

Who realy cares - about a sucker on a take off
Bust de move, we can have a shake n' bake-off
Me and you can go 'cause I don't care yo
Rap fight or guerilla warfare
We can rumble, 'cause when my lungs go in and out
I kick rhymes in a bundle to win about
Or scarier scaffle
I just muffle the opposition, there's no competition
Let 'em know that Dre is gettin' stronger
Compton's in de house but now it's some' longer
I won't get set-up, shut up, I'm kinda fed up
You can say uncle and I still won't let up
'cause Dre is the mothafuckin' doctor
And if me and Ren's on the mike it's like propaganda, no doubt
"Boy you should've known by now" ..

Compton's in the house
Yeah, it's time to put Compton on de map, don't ever think you can get it on
You stupid mothafuckaz!

Compton's in the house ..

Intro: girl, Ice Cube

[Ice Cube, do you think you could give me some money to get
my hair done?] How short's your hair right now?
[Well you know I get it done every week, and I need my nails
done too] Look, I'ma tell you like this

Verse One:

I ain't the one, the one to get played like a pooh butt
See I'm from the street, so I know what's up
On these silly games that's played by the women
I'm only happy when I'm goin up in em
But you know, I'm a menace to society
But girls in biker shorts are so fly to me
So I step to em, with aggression
Listen to the kid, and learn a lesson today
See they think we narrow minded
Cause they got a cute face, and big-behinded
So I walk over and say "How ya doin?"
See I'm only down for screwin, but you know
ya gotta play it off cool
Cause if they catch you slippin, you'll get schooled
And they'll get you for your money, son
Next thing you know you're gettin their hair and they nails done
Fool, and they'll let you show em off
But when it comes to sex, they got a bad cough
Or a headache, it's all give and no take
Run out of money, and watch your heart break
They'll drop you like a bad habit
cause a brother with money yo, they gotta have it
Messin with me though, they gets none
You can't juice Ice Cube girl, cause I ain't the one

Interlude One:

[Girrrrrl, you got to get these brothers for all the money
you can honey. Cause if they ain't got no money, they can't
do nothin for me but get out of my face.]

[I know what you mean girl, it ain't nothin right jumpin off
unless he got dollars]

Verse Two:

Sometimes I used to wonder
How the hell an ugly dude get a fine girl's number
He's gettin juiced for his ducats
I tell a girl in a minute yo, I drive a bucket
And won't think nuttin of it
She can ride or walk, either leave it or love it
I show her that I'm not the O, the N-E, say
I'm a ruthless N-I double-G A
Cause I'm gamin on a female that's gamin on me
You know I spell girl with a B
A brother like me is only out for one thing
I think with my ding-a-ling, but I won't bring no
flowers to your doorstep, when we goin out
Cause you'll take it for granted, no doubt
And after the date, I'ma want to do the wild thing
You want lobster huh? I'm thinking Burger King
And when I take you, you get frustrated
You can't juice Ice Cube and you hate it
But you see, I don't go nuts
Over girls like you with the BIG ol butts
It start comin out the pocket, to knock it
But when the damage is done...
You can only lay me girl, you can't play me girl
For the simple fact that, I ain't the one

Interlude Two:

[I don't care how they look if they got money,
we can hook up but they ain't gettin none.]

[Yeah I just make em think they gonna get some,
play up they mind a lil bit, and get that money.]

[Oh Ice Cube, can I have some money pleeeease?]

Verse Three:

Give you money why bother
Cause you know I'm lookin nothin like your father
Girl, I can't be played or ganked
Ganked means getting took for your bank
Or your gold or your money or something
Nine times outta ten, she's giving up nothing
They get mad when I put it in perspective
But let's see if my knowledge is effective
To the brothas man they robbing you blind
Cause they fine with a big behind, but pay it no mind
Keep your money to yourself homie
and if you got enough game
You'll get her name and her number
Without going under
You can't leave em and love and stay above em
I used to get no play now she stay behind me
Cause I said I had a Benz 190
But I lied and played the one
Just to get some now she feels dumb
To my homies it's funny
But that's what you get trying to play me for my money
Now don't you feel used
But I don't give hoot, huh, because I knock boots
You shouldn't be, so damn material
And try to milk Ice Cube like cereal
Now how many times do I have to say it
Cause if I have to go get a gun
You girls will learn I don't burn
You think I'm a sucka, but I ain't the one

Outro:

[But you said you love me!]
I don't see no rings on this finger
[Why you doin me like this? I love you!]
Yeah you love my money, I got what I wanted -- beat it

Yo Dre!!

[Ice Cube]
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
"Dopeman," please can I have another hit
The dopeman said, "Cluck, I don't give a shit
if your girl kneel down, and suck my dick"
It all happened and the guy tried to choke her
Nigga didn't care, she ain't nothin but a smoker
That's the way goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother gettin over by slangin 'caine
Gold around his neck in 14 K heaven
Bitches clockin on his dick twenty-four/seven
Plus he's makin money, keep the bassheads waitin
Rollin six-fo' wit the fresh ass Daytons
Livin in Compton, Cailfornia C-A
His uzi up yo' ass if he don't get paid
Nigga beggin for credit, he's knockin out teeth
Clockin much dollars on the 1st and 15th
Big wad of money nuttin less than a twenty
Yo you want a five-oh the dopeman's got plenty
To be a dopeman boy you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From a ki' to a G it's all about money
Ten piece for a champ, bass pipe comes free
If people out there are not hip to the fact
If you see somebody gettin money for crack
he's the

Chorus: N.W.A.

Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (We just can't quit!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Well suck this bitch!)

[Dr. Dre]
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Who the fuck are you talkin to?
Do you know who the fuck I am?
Man I can't believe this shit
This bitch is tryin to gank me
Yo I oughta slap you upside yo' head
with nine inches of limp dick

[Ice Cube]
You need a nigga with money so you get a dopeman
Juice that fool for as much as you can
She like his car, and he get wit her
Got a black eye cause the dopeman hit her
Let that slide and you pay it no mind
Find that he's slappin you all the time
But that's okay, cause he's so rich
Ain't you ain't nuttin but a dopeman's bitch
Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut
Poppin that trash might get you fucked up
Well sit and cry, if the dopeman strike you
He don't give a fuck he got two just like you
There's another girl in the dopeman's life
Not quite a bitch but far from a wife
She's called strawberry and everybody know
strawberry strawberry is the neighborhood hoe
Do anything for a hit or two
Give the bitch a rock she fucked the whole damn crew
It might be your wife and it might make you sick
Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's dick
Strawberry, just look and you'll see her
But don't fuck around she'll give you gonnorhea
If people out there are not hip to the fact
the strawberry is a girl sellin pussy for crack
to the

Chorus: N.W.A.

Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (In yo' face)
Dopeman, dopeman! "Yo Dre!! Kick in the bass!!"

[Ice Cube]
If you smoke 'caine, you a stupid motherfucker
Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker
Doin that crack with all the money you got
On your hands and knees, searchin for a piece of rock
Jonesin for a hit, and you're lookin for mo'
Done stole the Alpine out of Eazy's six-fo'
You need your ass whupped cause it's out of this earth
To get a ten-piece need a dollar fifty work
Knucklehead nigga, yeah you turned into a crook
but swear up and down boy that you ain't hooked
You beat your friend up, and you whupped his ass long
cause he hit the pipe til the rock was all gone
You robbin and stealin, buggin and illin
while the dopeman's dealin, what is healin yo' pain
Cocaine, this shit's insane
Yo E she's a berry, let's run a train
(Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch) me neither
Hoe go home and wash out your beaver
And niggaz out there messin up people's health
Yo, what the fuck you gotta say for yourself?

[Eazy-E]
Well I'm the dopeman, yeah boy, wear a courderoy
Money up to here but unemployed
You keep smokin that rock and my pockets gettin bigger
(Yo, got that five-oh double up nigga!)
Yeah high rollin, big money I'm foldin
Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin
Sprung strawberry jockin me so early
Hoe you wanna hit you gotta get your knees dirty
Now that's my life, that's how it's cut
"Hey dopeman!" Bitch, shut the fuck up!
Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal
Gankers got the fake but you can get the real
from the

Chorus: N.W.A.

Dopeman, dopeman! (Yeah that's me)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo can I get a G?)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Clock as much as he can)
Fuck this shit who am I? THE DOPEMAN!

[Eazy-E (as Mexican guy)]
Yo Mr. Dopeman, you think you're slick
You sold crack to my sister, and now she's sick
But if she happens to die, because of your drug
I'm puttin in your coolo, a thirty-eight slug

(Listen to this)
(Eazy E:) Yo Ren !
(MC Ren:) Whassup ?
(Eazy E: Take) (one) (MC Ren: Yo) (Hit it)

Yo give me something 2 dance 2

Calling the police, calling the G-Men
Calling all Americans to war with the underworld

Arabian Prince, back wit a style that's hype
Not slow and low, it's the fast type
Gettin' dumped, can you hear the drums
Yo, Dre why don't you pump it up some

I pumped it up so now what's up
Yo, Yella boy, add a little cut
What the hell, you think we need some bells
Yeah, homeboy, might as well

There it is, so now what's next a little
So find me a ho, wait a minute, you need somethin' else then it
This is what I want you to do, feel the groove, bust a move
Yo, yo, I'm tired, what about you, man this is somethin' to dance to

Man that's wack, everybody used that
Yo, why don't you bring back the other track
Yeah, there you go that's what I'm sayin'
I like it when that dope stuff's playin'

Real loud, in ya ear hole
Man let's go, I think my feet are swoll' from dancin' so damn much
Man, I don't give a, what you wanna leave?
With all these females pullin' on my sleeve

I bet, you can jet, homeboy, no sweat
This is what I want you to do
Feel the groove, bust a move
Here I come to see the dance
This is something 2 dance 2

Let the bass kick

This is something 2 dance 2
This is something 2 dance 2
This is something 2 dance 2
This is something 2 dance 2

This is something 2 dance 2
This is something 2 dance 2
This, this is something 2 dance

Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya fuck with me
The police are gonna hafta come an

Ninety ninety mothafuckin' 1
NWA's back in this mothafuckin' yo
Takin' out all you commercicalized ass niggaz
And we're on this lay back track
And we're doin' this well kinda smooth
So what's you're gonna do Dre, Kick it!

It's so on le the shit flow on
Because I need somethin' to go off on
The mothafuckin' D-R-E servin' a death wish
So I'm a hit you like this
Early in the morning hop into the B-enz
I got 44 wayz of gettin' paid
Sittin' in my lap as I roll off the Compton blocks
To skoop up Ren I heard shots -
1 2 3, Then I see the nigga
Hop in de Benz and it was Ren on the mothafuckin' trigger
He got in the Benz and said
"Dre I was speakin' to de bitch O'shey" [Ice Cube]
And as we roll on I seen the patrol on crip
So we got ghost because they beat
Me and Ren in de black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by de D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
I start takin', makin' sure my shit is steady bumpin'
A nigga'z ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN'

I hear a dope beat
Somebody told me to buck dead
But if Dre did'nt do it I can't fuck with it
NWA is like a mix a fix a trix
Real niggaz with big dicks
You're takin' a chance when you think that
Talkin' under your breath won't lead to young death
Fuckin' up shit and shit by the killin'
For a nigga labled as bein' - A mothafuckin' Villain
But you don't know me, a record can't tell ya
I was so afraid I'd be a mothafuckin' faliure
Real niggaz got a hat-top breakin'
I hooked up with 3 more niggaz and started makin' -
Funky-ass shit for your system
Might sound nice so it makes you wanna listen to a
Sample of a ruthless organization
But you don't want the conferntation
Real niggaz don't play -
Yella, Eazy, Me and the nigga nigga Dre
Yo, alwayz makin' sure that my shit is steady bumpin'

Yeah, the world's most dangerous group
Definetly in this mothafucka
Sendin' a shout-out to all the niggaz out there
Yo you can get in the pick up and suck de dick up 'till you hick-up
You know what I'm sayin'
Yo, cuz I'm a nigga for life
And I realy don't give a fuck
I'm goin' for mine - Every time
I see a fuckin' softy -
Punk strong as coffee
A nigga like that best to back up off me
Yo, cuz these are the dayz and the times of de real nigga
False niggaz, NWA'z toss' niggaz
And that's on de real Cuz I'm a nigga that killz
Again and again so tell 'em what's up Ren

If i'm not no nothin' I don't feel like
So I grab de 9 n' de clip and go to murder mothafuckaz at night
Because I'm startin' to feel
I'm sittin' in a cell with a crimerz too tragic it could'nt make bail
So now they gotta hold me
And listen to rehabilizations over and over
Sayin' they told me
But I don't give a fuck cuz I know my shit is pumpin'
A nigga'z ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN'

Intro:

Yeah, whattup, this is Dr. Dre
The party's goin on
Thank God it's Friday

["Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan!" - KRS One" repeat 4X]

Chorus:

Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong ring-gading ding ding dong)
repeat 2X

Verse One:

[Hey you, sittin over there] Say what?
[You better get up out of your chair] That's right
[And work your body down] Yeahhh...
[No time to funk around, cause we gon....]
Funk, you, right on up
So get up, get a move on, and get your groove on
It's the D-R-E the spectacular
In a party I go for your neck so call me Blackula
As I drain a niggaz jugular vein
and maintain to leave blood stains so don't complain
Just chill, listen to the beats I spill
Keepin it real, enables me to make another meal
Still, niggaz run up and try to kill at will
But get popped like a pimple, so call me Clearasil
I wipe niggaz off the face of the Earth since birth
I been a bad nigga, now let me tell you what I'm worth
More than a Stealth bomber, I cause drama
The enforcer, music flows like a flying saucer
Or a 747 jet, never forget
I'm that nigga that keeps the hoes panties wet
The mic gets smoked, once you hear the beat kick
With grooves so funky, they come with a Speed Stick
So check the flavor that I'm bringin
The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin

(Chorus)

Verse Two:

One-two for the crew, three-fo' for the dough
Five for the hoe, six-seven-eight for Death Row
Mad niggaz about to feel the full effect of intellect
So I can collect respect, plus a check
Now I fin' to, get into to, my mental
will take care of this business I need to attend to, cuz my rent's due
And this rap shit's my meal ticket
So you god damn right I'm gonna kick it, or get evicted
I bring terror like Stephen King
A black Casanova, runnin niggaz over like Christine
When I rock the spot with the flavor I got
I kick plenty of ass, so call me an astronaut
As I blast past another nigga's ass that thought he was strong
But I smoke him like grass, just like Cheech and Chong
When I flow, niggaz know, it's time to take a hike
Cause I grab the mic and flip my tongue like a dyke
I got rhymes to keep you enchanted
Produce a smokesscreen with the funky green to keep your eyes slanted
So check the flavor that I'm bringin
The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin

(Chorus)

Verse Three:

Debonairre with flair, I scare wear and tear
without a care, runnin shit as if I was a mayor
But I ain't no politician, no competition
Sendin all opposition to see a mortician
I'm up front, never in the back drop
Step on stage and get faded just like a flat top
Your rhyme sounds like you bought em at Stop N Go
Dre came to wax you so, just call me Mop N Glow
Many tried to, but just can't rock with
I'm 6-1, 225, a pure chocolate
Your chances of jackin me are slim G
Cause I rock from summer til Santa comes down the chimney
Ho ho ho, and so, as I continue to flow
Cause yo, I'm just a fly negro
So, check the flavor that I'm bringin
The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin

(Chorus)

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

Intro: Too $hort

Man, what's up with these niggaz out here
Mad at us cause we on top
I love to see niggaz gettin money
Better get it while the gettin is good
Get it while you can, man
And stop hatin me, fuckin with my shit cuz I got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours baby

Verse One: Dr. Dre

I'm seeing millions, niggaz dont understand
know what? Im makin moves, puttin cash behind plans
to blow up, will he style like this
everyday I parlay, sip Henne and Tanqueray
stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
on the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile again
some try to assault Dre, its still cavi
Im eatin steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality
I givin livin definition long as my hearts tickin
I fought and made the world listen
Whatever fly Dr. Dre invented
turn on the box and let my son watch these studio clowns on 60 inches
I push a rover, shit platinum before the sessions over
rap master with the Houston heat holder
these playas best to get they shit in check
cuz when I get my hustle on aint no playin with a full deck

Chorus: Ice Cube

Lord please, murda my enemies (Yeah)
Burn em at a thousand degrees
And lord please let me make mo cheese
Cuz I aint quite ready to leave (No)
[repeat 2X]

Verse Two: Scarface

Buck the whole world
meant that, gotta stay strapped
cuz 99.9 a niggaz, carry they gats
Super fist fightin shit might come down to dyin
When the time comes down for the tryin I got nine
reasons why niggaz shouldnt step in my face
with the nonsense, cause I'm always heated and you can taste this
Audi little something out the seams a my trousers
with no hesitation I got a team to come clown ya
I down ya, so let your people know what they face
with the type of individual thatll bomb a sub-station
Kaboom! and everybody dies outside
there aint no escapin the Reaper so dont try
Go ahead, close ya eyes, who the next to step?
Face down, hit, bleedin on the steps a death
Check yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)

Chorus

(I've got all my life to live, plus with all my love to give)

Verse Three: Dr. Dre, Scarface

Smokin weed I never trail, I lead
spendin dough, tripped the cost of a ride like it was pocket money, Gs
but these are the things real playas do
talkin shit is real things that the hatas do
I'm namin you
shit's thick, its time to run for shelter
I kept the word, things could happen to marks like it was helter skelter

Dear diary, I'm runnin outta pages
Fadin, in and out, takin purple hazes
The dazes, Revelations in the last stages
Red skys institute, the silent horns playin
Im prayin with tears in my eyes
Cuz Im tryin to make it into eternal peace without dyin
But they eyein my bank account with beams on my rover
the killa failed to launch his attack (the game is over)

Chorus

Yo Doc what up my nigga
Snoop Dogg this what it is man
This record is so mother
fuckin' gangsta man
And i think it's time
for me and you to just
Tone it down a bit
Come on

Imagine it never happened
Imagine no rappin'
Imagine niggas trapped
Imagine it havin' action
Imagine how these niggas
could be actin'
If you never got
this shit crackin
Imagine life so hard
You can't imagine
it's like livin' in city of god
You feel me
Imagine life on the yard
I'm tryin' to get that dollar on
some shitty ass job
Imagine Biggie with his son
Imagine Pac gettin'
call pop 'bout one
Imagine a mother struggling
Dealing with a system
that don't give a fuck
about who shot her son
Imagine life where you can't win
When you get out of the ghetto
and go right to the pen
When you get out to the pen
you go right to the jenz
So if you get back to the streets
you go right back in
Imagine Russell still struggling
No Def Jam just
antoher nigga hustlin
And no rocks on them fellaz
Just rocks on them fellaz
Just try and keep it bubblin'
Imagine niggas dressed up
From the east to the west coast
everybody fucked up
I can't imagine no less
But it don't take imagination
To know niggas been blessed with
HIP HOP
Before we go
Can you imagine
Picture years with your mom
Can you imagine
Hang her picture in the sky
Can you imagine
Call emergency
I've been dreamin'
all my life
Could you imagine bein' lit up
by some hot shells
Imagine being tossed around
and put in jail
Imagine life when
you can't get from under
Imagine niggas at ya
when you done fo'
Remember when they asks ya
why ya run for
and treat ya like a bitch
When they kick you
in your dick and take your shit
We actin' like
they hate to see you gun hoe
But just imagine
if the rappin' got the gun no
but you already know
Imagine niggaz in the L B C
felt just like
Snoop Dogg & D R E
And felt just like the niggaz
in the 2 1 3
Then imagine us was comin'
when you fuckin' with me
Imagine you was up on
top of this shit
Imagine if the bitches could
stay off this dick
I mean imagine
we said fuck this shit
Imagine if my niggaz got together
and tow up this bitch yeah
You can't imagine growin' up
in the jail done
Happy just to be alive'
watching all your people run
Would you imagine growin' up
to sell your 50 million
records world wide
or fuckin' off somebodies son
Imagine if these niggaz
never saw a colour
Would it be peaceful
in them streets where niggaz
kill each other
All the drunk fool get us
pissed on balls
He fuckin' off my niggaz
they gone murder us all
Imagine that
Before we go
Can you imagine
Picture years with your mom
Can you imagine
Hang her picture in the sky
Can you imagine
Call emergency
I've been dreamin'
all my life
all my life
Before we go
Can you imagine
Picture years with your mom
Can you imagine
Hang her picture in the sky
Can you imagine
Call emergency
I've been dreamin'
all my life
all my life
imagine imagine

goddamn, hey, whassup, nigga?
oh, shit!
whassup?
hey, that motherfucker clean
hey, whos that?
hey, thats dre, nigga, thats the... look at that shit!
hangin that motherfucker, goddamn! (look at that!)
(laughing) 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 gangsters
Times is changin
young niggaz is agin
Becomin O G's in the game
and changin
to make way for these new names
and faces but the strangest
things can happen from rappin
when niggaz get wrapped
up in image and actin
Niggaz get capped up and
wrapped in plastic
and 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 them 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 visisted niggaz
in the hospital
and saw the same shit
all across the globe
I just sit back and
watch the show
everywhere that I go
ain't the same as befo'
People I used to know
just don't know me no mo'
But everywhere that I go
I got people I know
who got people they know
So I suggest you lay low
I moved out of the hood for
good you blame me
Niggaz aim mainly at
niggaz they can't be
But niggaz can't hit
niggaz they can't see
I'm out of sight
now I'm out of they dang reach
How would you feel
if niggaz wanted you killed
You'd probably move to a
new house on a new hill
and choose a new spot
if niggaz wanted you shot
I ain't a thug
how much Tupac in you you got
I ain't no bitch neither
it's either my life
or yo' 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
wanna 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
everywhere that I go
ain't the same as befo'
People I used to know
just don't know me no mo'
But everywhere that I go
I got people I know
who got people they know
So I suggest you lay low

Things just ain't the
same for gangstas
Cops is anxious to put
niggaz in handcuffs
They wanna hang us
see us dead or enslave us
Keep us trapped in the same
place we raised in
Then they wonder why we act
so outrageous
Run around stressed
out and pull out gauges
Cause everytime
you let the animal out cages
It's dangerous
to people who look like strangers
But now we got a
new era of gangsters
Hustlers and youngsters
livin amongst us
Lookin at us
now callin us bustaz
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 fly
I'm just havin fun
just watchin it fly by
everywhere that I go
ain't the same as befo'
People I used to know
just don't know me no mo'
But everywhere that I go
I got people I know
who got people they know
So I suggest you lay

Hi baby
I know your 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 aint 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 soulmate
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 fuuuuuck you
No touchin and rubbin gul
you got a husband who
loves you
Don't need you all in mine
I just wanna fuuuuuck you
We can't be kissin and huggin gul
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
Then you show him the new
trick of how you can lick it
smoke a cancer stick
You be workin it l
like a dancer bitch
it's hard on me
Not to give you all of my time
that you wanted
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
Hookup 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 gul cause
I just wanna 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 wit
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 1/2 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
Twenty fo seven
Dre Snoop and Devin
We servin these hoes
and never lovin these
I just wanna fuuuuuck you
No touchin and rubbin gul
you got a husband who
loves you
Don't need you all in mine
I just wanna fuuuuuck you
We can't be kissin and huggin gul
you got ahusband who
loves you
You need to give him your
quality time

It's still Dre Day nigga
AK nigga
Before I chrom the 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 nigga My last album
was The Chronic
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 pace
Dr Dre is the name
I'm ahead of my game
Still puffing my leafs
still furk with the beats
Still not loving police
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 representing
for them gangstas
all across the world
Still hitting them corners
in them low low's 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
in them low low's 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 a friend
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
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 till I sleep
Wake up in the AM
compose a beat
I bring the fire till you're
soaking in your seat
It's not a fuke
it's been tried
I'm the troop
It's Turn Out the Lights
from the World
Class Wreckin' Crue
I'm still at it
After mathmatic
In the home of
drivebys and ak matics
Swap meets sticky green
and bad traffic
I dip through then
I get skin D R E
I'm representing
for them gangstas
all across the world
Still hitting them corners
in them low low's 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
in them low low's 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
Laid back in the shack
play this track
I'm representing
for the gangstas
all across the world
Still hitting them corners
in them low low's girl
I'll break your neck
damn near put your
face in your lap
nigga 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
Still gon' get mine regardless
I'm representing
for them gangstas
all across the world
Still hitting them corners
in them low low's 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
in them low low's 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
in them low low's 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
'95 plus four pennies
Add that shit up D R E
right back on top of thangs'
Smoke some with your dog
No stress no seeds
no sims no sticks
Some of that real sticky icky
A weed put it in the air
For you's a fool D R E

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 CalifoniA
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 DOC to DPG
started from that SOB DRE
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
Niggaz play this in
they Rovers Jeeps and Regals
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
Bitches play this in
they Benzes Jeeps and Geos
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
Rattatattat

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 LA'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
Niggaz play this in they
Rovers Jeeps and Regals
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
Bitches play this in
they Benzes Jeeps and Geos

Xxplosive West coast shit
My nigguhish ways attract
girls that used to
turn they back
Causin me to yank they arm and
pose like I would do the harm
Now I'm sayin thank you cause
they tell me my shit's the bomb
Xxplosive
for my niggaz drinkin Cognac
smokin weed always pack
mo' than one firearm
chrome rims ridin on
Chronic in yo' 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 pimpslapped
backwards and left stranded
Just pop ya collar pimp
convention hoes for a dollar
SixDeuce in a plush
sixdeuce impala
Pimpin hoes
from Texas to Guatemala
Bitch niggaz paid for hoes
just to lay wit hoes
Relax one night
and paid to stay wit hoes
Captain Save'Em all day
well save this dick
Bitch nigga you more of a
bitch than a bitch
You ain't into hittin pussy
or hittin the switch
You into hittin bitches
off of the grip you punk bitch
All my real Doggs
still kick it wit me
All my down hoes
still trickin wit me
All the true gangstas know
They ain't never love no hoe
All the hoodrats
still shake it for me
All my true fans
still checkin for me
All the real smokers know
They ain't passin
nuttin but dope indeed
Real trees
Chronic leaves
No seeds
When I had you last night baby
Before I blew yo' 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 makin gangsta hits
You'll be
still jockin gangsta dicks
Damn girl you think you slick
Somebody better get this biiitch
this biiiitch
I got these freaky hoes
Clappin they hands
stompin they feet
Every now and then they put
they mouth on me
Nowadays a G like me
can't even call it
A 23year old pussy
fiend and freakaholic
Pimpin bitches on the regular
I put that on the G
A hustler and a player
nowadays it pays to be
Lemme drop some shit about
this bitch I used to know
She gave ya boy the head and
said don't let nobody know
A bonafide pro
I had to grab the hoe
She got freaky in yo' sixtyfo'
I skeeted in her throat
Been knowin the hoe for fo' days
pimpery pays
And I bet you didn't know that
she go both ways
She ate her best friend
I left them hoes at the mall
They be beepin me and shit
but we don't kick it no mo'
Them hot hoes is fiendin
they on the nuts
But beitch
I'm out ya pussy when I nut f'real

Back when Cube
was rollin wit
Lorenzo in a Benzo
I was bangin wit 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 been through
And I'ma do whatever
it takes to convince you
Cuz you my nigga Doc
and Eazy I'm still wit you
Fuck the beef
nigga I miss you
and that's just bein
real wit you
You see the truth is
Everybody wanna know how
close me and Snoop is
And who I'm still cool wit
Then I got these fake ass
niggaz I first drew with
Claimin that they non violent
talkin like they
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
What's the difference
You talk a good one
but you don't do what you
supposed to do
I act on what I feel
and never deal wit 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 wit emotions
I'm used to livin big dog style
and straight coastin
Yo I stay wit it
While you try to perpetrate
play wit it
Never knew about the next
level until
Dre did it YEAH
I stay committed while you
motherfuckers baby sitted
I smash you critics
like a overhand
right from Riddick Yeah
Come and get it
shitted on villians 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 niggaz 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 wit 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 wit emotions
I'm used to livin big dog style
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
I don't know if I ever
told you this
but I love you dawg
I got your motherfuckin back
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
who's 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 wit 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 wit the
piece it was sawed off of fuck
Fuck blood
I wanna see some
lungs coughed up
Get shot up in the hot tub
til the bubbles pop up
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 wit 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 wit emotions
I'm used to livin big dog style
and straight coastin
What's the difference
between me and you

[ms. roq]damn girl, it is hotter than a motherfucker up in here
[traci nelson]you got that right
[ms. roq]i need to go to the bar and get me a drink, please!
[traci nelson]yes!
[ms. roq]hello!
[eddie griffin]shit, what the fuck you want?
[traci nelson]hmmm...
[ms. roq]let me get a cosmo.
[eddie griffin]what the fuck you want?
[traci nelson]damn, ill have an apple martini.
[ms. roq]this motherfucker drunk as a mother...
[eddie griffin]thirsty bitches
[ms. roq]this a drunken-ass nigga
[traci nelson]oh, ooh, shit girl, those niggaz are lookin?over here! oh, shit, dont look, dont look!
[ms. roq]damn, whats up, what they look like tho?
[traci nelson]shit, shit, damn, they look, they look aight.
[ms. roq]they fuckable? whats up, is they fuckable? or what?
[traci nelson](laughing)shh, chill out, chill out!
[ms. roq](what?)
[traci nelson]here they come!
[ms. roq](what?)
[traci nelson]here they come! chill out! damn...

[Dr. Dre]
Hey, yo whassup?
My name is Dre
Can I blaze some Chonic witchu?

[girl]
Nigga what? FO' SHO'!
Roll that shit up!

[Dr. Dre]
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 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?

[girl] Chronic, two-thousand, "ONE! [echoes]" - KRS-One
[Dre] That means we takin over this year, ya hear?

[girl]
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

[Hittman]
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
Act bad one, it's either that or make front page stardom
I'm the Golden Child, chased by Sodom
?? gots my bulletproof it's hard to shoot me you hear?

(By the time you see him (BLAM BLAM))
That means it's real fuckin hard to shoot me, you hear?

[girl]
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

Ya'll know me
still the same ol' G
But I been low key
Hated on by most these
niggas Wit no cheese
no deals and no G's
no wheels and no keys
No boats no snowmobiles
and no ski's
Mad at me cause I can
finally afford to
provide my family
wit groceries
Got a crib wit a studio
and it's all full of tracks
To add to the wall
full of plaques
Hangin up in the office in
back of my house
like trophies
But ya'll think I'm
let my dough freeze
Ho Please
You better bow down
on both knees
Who you think taught to
smoke trees
Who you think brought the
o' D's
Eazy E's Ice Cube's and DOC's
and Snoop D O double G's
And a group that said
muthafuck the police
Gave you a tape
full of dope beats
The bomb weed stroll
through in you hood
And when your album
sales wasn't doin too good
Who's the doc that he
told you to go see
Ya'll better
listen up closely
All you niggas that
said that I turned pop
Or the Firm flop
ya'll are the reason
Dre ain't been getting
no sleep
So fuck ya'll
all of ya'll
If ya'll don't like me
blow me
Ya'll are gonna keep
fuckin around wit me
And turn me back
to the old me
Nowadays everybody
wanna talk like they
got something to say
But nothin comes out
when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
muthafuckas act like they
forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody
wanna talk like they
got something to say
But nothin comes out
when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
muthafuckas act like they
forgot about Dre
So what do you say
to somebody you hate
Or anybody tryna
bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things
in a bloodier way
Just study your tape of NWA
One day I was walkin by
Wit a walkmen on
When I caught a guy
givin me an awkward eye
And strangled him off
in the parkin lot
wit his Karl Kani
I don't give a fuck
if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me
tryna park a Dodge
But I'm drunk as fuck
Right next to a humun truck
in a two car garage
Hoppin out wit two broken legs
tryna walk it off
Fuck you too bitch
call the cops
I'ma kill you and them
loud ass muthafuckin
barkin dogs
And when the cops
came through Me and
Dre stood next
to a burnt down house
Wit a can full of gas
and a hand full
of matches
And still one found out
From here on out
it's the Chronic 2
Startin today
and tomorrows the new
And I'm still loco and nuts
To choke you to death
wit a Charleston chew
Slim shady hotter then
a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz
wit the windows up
And the temp goes up
to the mid 80's
Callin men ladies
Sorry Doc but I been crazy
There is no way
that you can save me
It's ok go with him Hailey
Nowadays everybody
wanna talk like they
got something to say
But nothin comes out
when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
muthafuckas act like they
forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody
wanna talk like they
got something to say
But nothin comes out
when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
muthafuckas act like they
forgot about Dre
If it was up to me
You muthafuckas would stop
comin up to me
Wit 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
I told em all
All them little gangstas
Who you think
helped mold 'em all
Now you wanna run around
and talk about 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 wit a
pen and a pad
Tryna get this damn
label off
I ain't havin that
This is the
millenium of Aftermath
It ain't gonna 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
Knew that I was
strapped wit gats
When you were cuddled
wit cabbage patch
Nowadays everybody
wanna talk like they
got something to say
But nothin comes out
when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
muthafuckas act like they
forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody
wanna talk like they
got something to say
But nothin comes out
when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
muthafuckas act like they
forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody
wanna talk like they
got something to say
But nothin comes out
when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
muthafuckas act like they
forgot about Dre