***** Niggaz (Album Version (Edited))

Lyrics: Cordozar Broadus/Craig Longmiles/Melvin Charles Bradford/Snoop Dogg/Brian Bailey/Craig A. Longmiles Music: Cordozar Broadus/Craig Longmiles/Melvin Charles Bradford/Snoop Dogg/Brian Bailey/Craig A. Longmiles [Intro: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre] Some good-a*****s w****d Check it out, dog – this game is a mo****f******king trip, man Word on the streets, everybody always tryin' to run up on me Hollerin' about "Word on the streets is..." "This n****ga said this..." Man, I don't give a f***k about what that n****ga said, man That's what's wrong with you n****gas You n****gas is just like b****ches H****s n*****gas, talk too m*******kin' much (Speak) Stay to your own, get your own–you know what I'm saying'? Be independent, n*****ga Bi****a******ccccch [Interlude: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre] Yeah ****** ****** ****** ****** Yeah, I'm talkin' about you (B******o*****cccch) ****** And you too (B****a*****ch) Hmm, Dogg
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] I meet mo' b******gas than ho******, look here And I really don't know, but that's just how it go (D*****m) Dogg, so many n*****gas like to keep up sh***** And just like a b*****ch (B****o***ccch) n****gas be talkin' sh**** (N****ga) Smilin' in my face and then they blast me in the back ("ka-ka-ka-ka-ka") N***gas stay strapped from way back, 'cause payback Will make n***gas wanna pop that sh*** If you ain't ready for the game (Uh-uh) – n***ga, stop that sh*** We rock that sh***, my n***ga Dre, drop that sh*** (Right) No mo' talkn', I'm walkin' and I'm poppin' the cl???ip Glo???ck on the h????ip, set-trippin', dippin' and sh*** If you act like a b*************ga – you get smacked like a b*****ch [Interlude: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] ****** These n***gas don't know what the f***k is goin' on Yo, Dogg – check it, kick back Let me holler at these n***gas for a minute
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre] Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity The aggravated, makin' these punk m***kers hate it (Compton) is the city I'm from Can't never leave the crib without a murder wea???pon Huh, I can't live my life on broke no more And most of these fools ain't sh*** but cutthroats They smile in a n***ga face, and for what? They got the game f***ked up, and want my thing f***ked up I done learned a lot, seen a whole lot The top notch n***ga, I'm fiendin' for that spot Now peep game on what Six-Deuce told me...
[Verse 3: Six-Two] These n***gas after yo' paper, Dr. D-R-E (Wha?) And these punk-**s ho**** is lookin' for dou* You gotta watch your homeboys, 'cause a n***ga never know Oh, they'll be around, but when yo' paper get low Just like Master P said, "There they go, there they go" *** uh-huh [Interlude] Attention all personnel: Stop schemin', and lookin' hard Stop schemin', and, an–, and, an–an–, and, and lookin' hard
[Chorus: Hittman] ***** ***** You's a************** **** *****
[Verse 4: Hittman] I know yo' type, so much b***ch in you, if it was slightly darker Lights was little dimmer, my d***k be stuck up in yo' wi**pipe Hmm, you'd rather blow me than fight, I'm from the old school Like Romey Rome, homey, yo, you owe me the right To slap you, like the b***ch that you are, been wantin' to c???p you Every since you was mad doggin' me with that b***ch in yo' car Fool, "Who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff" Man, you sh** on Hitt, get yo' sh** bust, plus Pi??ol-wh????ed, cover it up, use yo' b**ch's blush Mr. Powder Puff, yo' bark ain't loud enough, huh I know Chihuahuas that's mo' rah-rah, ha ha I have to laugh, Dre – I bet he take bubble baths You don't want no trouble with the Aftermath staff, trust me Doggy Dogg, Diggy Doctor, plus me No, you's a busta slash hussy, soft as a hush puppy Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimens? A*******