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
[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
[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..
[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
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[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')
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[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]
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
[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...
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
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!
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
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!!!!
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
