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 β 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 ownβyou know what I'm saying'?
Be independent, n*****ga
Bi****a******ccccch
[Interlude: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre]
Yeah
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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) β 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 β 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 β 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, anβ, and, anβanβ, and, and lookin' hard
[Chorus: Hittman]
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You's a**************
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[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 β 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*******