Tekste Kengesh nga I M M o R T E L

[immortel]

f**k Wit Dre Day

Yeah, hell yeah, knowhatI'msayin, yeah

Verse One: Dre

Mista Busta, where the f**k ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your thingy on hard, from f**kin 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 slap the taste out yo mouth
Make you bow down to the row
f**kin me, now I'm f**kin you, little ho
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 f**ked wit me, now it's a must that I f**k wit you

Break One: Dre

Yeah, that's what the f**k I'm talkin about
We have your motherf**kin record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You knowhatI'msayin, punk motherf**ker
**We want Eazy, we want Eazy**

Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the motherf**kin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the motherf**kin 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 f**k 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 f**k with Dre nigga you're f**kin wit Death Row
And I ain't even slangin them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my thingy in yo mouth, beotch

Break Two:

Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherf**ker
So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherf**kin crranium cracked nigga
Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherf**kin joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERf**kER!

Verse Three: Dre and Snoop

Now understand this my nigga Dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin f**ked, 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 f**k with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my thingy's gots to fit
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya onstage rappin at your wack-ass concerts
And I'ma snatch your ass from the backside
To show you how Death Row pull off that whoride
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, MOTHERf**kER

Outtro

Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again
It don't stop, Punishing punk motherf**kers real quick like
Doggy Dogg in the motherf**kin house
Long Beach in the motherf**kin house
Compton style nigga, straight up, really doe
Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like
YouknowhatI'msayin?
All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat thingy
Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat thingy
Tim Dog can eat a big fat thingy
Luke, can eat a fat thingy
Yeah

[immortel]

Let Me Ride – Dr. Dree

Verse One

Creepin' down the back street on Deez
I got my glock thingyed 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 f**kin heads cut off, motherf**ker 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 pregnant doges, 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 motherf**kin 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 motherf**kin 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 motherf**kin 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
pregnant doges relax while I get my proper swerve on
bumpin like a motherf**ker 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 pregnant doges and skeezers
on my thingy, 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 pregnant dog in my shit, it's your pregnant dog 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 pregnant doges 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
f**k 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 motherf**kin 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

[immortel]

The Day the Niggaz Took Over – Dr.Dree

(I'ma say this and I'ma end 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 suffered 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 FOOT, in that ass!!)

"Break 'em off somethin" (repeat 8X)

Chorus: Snoop Doggy Dogg (repeat 2X)

I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why
But livin in the city it's do-or-die

[Daz]
Dem wonder why me violent and no really understand
For de reason why me take me law, in me own, hand
Me not out for peace and me not Rodney King
De gun goes - click, me gun goes - bang
Dem riot in Compton and dem riot in Long Beach
Dem riot in L.A. cause dem no really wanna see
niggaz start to loot and police start to shoot
Lock us down at seven o'clock, barricades us like Beirut
Me don't show no love cause it's us against dem
Dem never ever love me cause it's sport to break dem
and kill, at my own risk, if I may
to lay, to spray, with my AK, and put it to rest

Interlude: (*female reporter*)

(Yes we have
There have been riots, ahh uh, 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)

[All] How many niggaz are ready to loot?
[Snoop] Yeah, so what you wanna do?
[Dre] What you wanna do?
[All] I said how many niggaz are ready to loot?

"Got myself a Uzi and my brother a 9" --> KRS-One

(That's what they told us today
In other words, you still a slave
No matter how much money you got, you still ain't shit)

[Dr. Dre]
Sittin in my living room, calm and collected
Feelin that gotta-get-mine perspective
cause 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 niggaz get together
they get mad cause they can't fade us
Like my niggaz from South Central, Los Angeles
They found that they couldn't handle us
Bloods, Crips on the same squad
with the Ese's help and nigga it's time to rob and mob
(And break the white man off somthin lovely, biddy-bye-bye
I don't love dem so dem can't love me)
Yo, straight puttin it down gettin my scoot on
It's jump in off in Compton so I gots to get my loot on
and come up on me some furniture or somethin
Got a VCR, in the back of my car
that I ganked from the Slausson Swap Meet
And motherf**kers better not try to stop me
Cause they will see that I can't be stopped
cause I'ma thingy my Glock and pop til they all drop

Interlude: (*female reporter, then male reporter*)

(Yes on the videotape we seem to have the
ahh, people in the crowd throwing things at the officers)

(And swinging at them as well, as a result
A young woman there, you see took a swing
at at an officer with some object in her hand)

[All] How many niggaz are ready to move?
[Snoop] Yeah, so what you wanna do?
[Dre] What you wanna do?
[All] I said how many niggaz are ready to move?

"Got myself a Uzi and my brother a 9" --> KRS-One

Chorus

[RBX]
One-Time trigger happy, no nigga love
One-eighty-seven time, time to grab the glove
Can't get prints on a nine I throw away
or get prints on my Uzi when it spray
POP POP, POP, another motherf**ker drop
And I get relief like, "plop plop fizz"
Smash, I crashed his head like a window
I ain't Nintendo, I'm high off the indo
Creepin, with the quickness, to the cut
Bust, one to his head, while he munches on a donut
and crack-up, so now he best to back up
I guess I gots to pack up, filling, the clip up
I zip up-town, but motherf**kin cops are all around
Helicopters flyin, these motherf**kers tryin
to catch me and stretch me on Death Row
But hell no, suppose black refuse to go??

Interlude: (*male reporter*)

(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

"Break 'em off somethin" (repeat 8X)

[Daz]
The outcome of this is destruction, so them all fall
Niggaz don't give a f**k, so them bust and them fall
The, description of three blacks
shows no justice, so, pick up it's your right
If you riot again, me, turn the other cheek
We, be too many, me got, me nine to my side
So me bust, flick, cause he don't give a f**k
and me don't give a f**k
And all my problems end with that BUCK BUCK

[Snoop Doogy Dogg]
Blak blam, blam til dem fall
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye
Dr. Dre, him bust gun shots
Diggity Daz and RBX, dem bust gun shots
Come again!

[immortel]

Nuthin' But a 'G' Thang – Dr. Dree

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
One, two, three and to the fo'
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do'
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
(cause you know we're bout to rip shit up)
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble
Ain't nuttin but a G thang, baaaaabay!
Two loc'ed out niggaz so we're craaaaazay!
Death Row is the label that paaaaays me!
Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah!)
But uhh, back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let em understand
from a young G's perspective
And before me dig out a pregnant dog I have to find a contraceptive
You never know she could be earnin her man
and learnin her man -- and at the same time burnin her man
Now you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no girl thingy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(YEAH!)And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield
And now you hookers and hoes know how I feel
Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

[Dr. Dre and Snoop]
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom

[Dr. Dre]
Well I'm peepin, and I'm creepin, and I'm creep-in
But I damn near got caught, cause my beeper kept beepin
Now it's time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt
You never been on a ride like this befo'
with a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I flow some ol funky shit
to add to my collection, the selection
symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke
If you do, you'll have no clue
on what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do

[Dr. Dre and Snoop]
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this
[D] And who gives a f**k about those?
So just chill, til the next episode

{*funky sample break*}

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Fallin back on that ass, with a hellafied gangsta lean
Gettin funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens
It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P
D O double-G Y, D O double-G, ya see
Showin much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin hoes and clockin a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in the mood for some motherf**kin G shit
(Hell yeah!)So Dre(Whattup Dogg?)
Gotta give em what they want(What's that, G?)
We gotta break em off somethin(Hell yeah!)
And it's gotta be bumpin(City of Compton!)

[Dr. Dre]
It's where it takes place so when asked, yo' attention
Mobbin like a muh'f**ker, but I ain't lynchin
Droppin the funky shit that's makin the sucka niggaz mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked
My motherf**kin homie Doggy Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip, cause if I slip, then I'm slippin
But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin
And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if you pregnant doges talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you don't stop
I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock
But I'm never off, always on, to the break of dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach
Puttin the shit together
Like my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do it Better"

[Dr. Dre and Snoop]
Like this, that and this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this
[D] And who gives a f**k about those?
So just chill, til the next episode

{*funky sample break*} -> repeat 3X

[immortel]

Deeez Nuuuts – Dr.Dree

{*dial tone, then numbers being dialed*}
[Warren G]
Let me call this old pregnant dog, see what this pregnant dog doin
{*mumbling*} Call this pregnant dog, raggedy-ass, shit man

[Some Gal] Hello?
[Warren G] Whassup?!
[Some Gal] Nothin, whatchu doin?
[Warren G] Nuttin, just kickin it
[Some Gal] Are y'all done?
[Warren G] Nah, whatchu gon' do today?
[Some Gal] Umm.. pick up my stuff from the cleaners
[Some Gal] Might go get my nails done
[Warren G] Seriously
[Some Gal] Why whassup?
[Warren G] Ay did did did whats-a-name done get at you yesterday?
[Some Gal] Who?
[Warren G] {*singing*} Deeez nuuuts!
[Some Gal] Aw shut up nigga!

[comedy skit]
"I wanna ask you one question
If I had some nuts, hangin on the walls, what did I have honey?"
I said, "Darling you'd have some walnuts."
She said, "Well.. daddy if I had some nuts
on my chest, would those be chestnuts?"
I said, "Hell yes!"
She said, "Well daddy if I had nuts under my chin
would those be chin-nuts?"
I said, "Hell no pregnant dog you'd have a thingy in your mouth!" {*echoes*}

Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check one
Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check two
Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check three
[Snoop] Check game from the no-torious Compton G

[Dr. Dre]
Back with some shit that gots to bump
As you pull up in the park you pops the trunk
Just to floss it like a motherfuker, clownin an' shit
Got the Dana's on your hooptie and your fly-ass pregnant dog
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

[Snoop]
So Daz, step up on they ass
And give these motherf**kers a blast from the past

[Daz]
Diggidy Daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote
With my nigga D-R-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 cavi
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 kahki suit
B.G. from the hood, kinfolk Eastwood
God damn, I ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up
on top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling

[Snoop]
But could you raise up off his nuts?
Cause Dr. Drizze's about to rizzip shit up

Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check one
Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check two
Chiggie check
[Andre] Microphone, check three
[Snoop] You're tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E

[Dr. Dre]
Now check me out, it's back to the old school
Where the niggaz get they strap on, don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O-double-G-Y D-O-double-G
Real G's who drop ki's
Protect these, N-U-T's, so nigga please
Peep out my manuscript
You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit (BE-OTCH!)
So recognize game from the gangsta
Thangs will remain the same until I change 'em

[Snoop]
It's real easy to see
So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double-G

[Nate Dogg]
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherf**kin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherf**kin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherf**kin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherf**kin street
I heard you wanna f**k with Dre
You picked the wrong motherf**kin day
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow
Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row
I heard you wanna f**k with Dre
You picked the wrong, motherf**kin 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 motherf**kin street...
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherf**kin street

[immortel]

Lil' Ghetto Boy – Dr.Dree

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

Chorus:
Lil' ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What'cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility

Verse Two: Dr. Dre

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 with cause I'm down to set-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

Chorus

Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg

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 put 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

Chorus

[immortel]

A Nigga Witta Gun – Dr. Dree

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherf**kin gun

44 reason come to mind
Why you motherf**kin brothers' hard to find
He be walkin on the streets and f**kin with mine
Stupid punk can't f**k with a mastermind
See I never take a step on a Compton block
or LA without the AK ready to pop
Cos them punk motherf**kers in black and white
Ain't the only motherf**kers I gots to fight
I thinks it's better to be retellin the facts than cuffed up
and jacked and f**ked up
What you niggas lookin at? You goin
goddamn! Cos it's the city
and for you to survive a nigga gotta be a gangsta
And I'm a nigga you can't remove
Took out a lot of motherf**kers for tryin to prove
To their homies that 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
Cos I relax and back, do a job and jet
Yo I know you understand my flow
So here we go with Death Row
Come let a motherf**ker know

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherf**kin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherf**kin gun

D-R-E
A motherf**ker 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 best believe that I'm strapped
4-4, .tre-8 or AK-47
Cos slowly but surely send you on a stairway to heaven
Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back
and lay a punk motherf**ker 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 with Death Row
Come let a motherf**ker know

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherf**kin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherf**kin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherf**kin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherf**kin gun

I breaks em off, I breaks em off yeah
I breaks em off, I breaks em off yeah
I breaks em off but I ain't speakin about between the thighs
I'm talkin about thingyin a gauge in between your eyes
That'll make you drop to your knees cos 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 f**k with
Get lit or hit up by the doctor
A nigga that breaks em off proper-ly
Real G so doubt it
I'm the one who's doin it while these other niggas talk about it
And if motherf**kers come at me wrong
I straight put my .44 Desert Eagle to his motherf**kin dome
And show him why they call me the notorious one
The name's Dre Eastwood when I'm packin a gun
You don't believe me, well step up and give it a try
And if you die youse a buster cos real niggas don't die
But some still don't hear me though
You're too near me not to hear me, nigga yo
So now you know

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherf**kin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherf**kin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherf**kin gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherf**kin gun

[immortel]

Rat-a-Tat-Tat – Dr.Dree

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 girl thingy 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' f**ked up
but i told ya, Creep, Creep ya best move
like Luthor Vadros, f**kn' 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...
Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and i..
never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and i...
Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back

Ohh wait, that's that nigga that owe ya that grip
ya,t ehre that fool is
break him off proper then
what's up, what's happinin' ?
i'm the man
nigga you delinquent, can i get those in?
nigga, pay this nigga here

well, yo, check this out, nigga
what's up *slaps around some guy that owes them money*
what's up?
what's up?
ya motherf**ker
[i'll be back though, i'll be back]
ya, you ain't never comin' back
Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
yeah nigga
Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and i..
never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[chorus]


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 f**kin' competition
they wish they was a runnin' up in reality
CPT, 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...
rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and i... never hesitate to put a nigga on his
back
[chourus]

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-duce, Dr Drizzay, is sittin on Tizzart! it don't stop
treartin' buster's like a punk ass kizzart!
BEEEYYACHH!

[immortel]

Lyrical Gangbang – Dr.Dree

"This.. should be played at high volume
Preferably.. in a residential area"

[The Lady of Rage]
Now I'ma kick up -- dust, as I begin to bust
on the wick-wack, f**ked up suckers ya can't trust
When I kick up, I lick up, ya face get smacked up
when I rack up, so all you motherf**kers just pack up
or get slapped with the swiftness
If you think you're swift with the gift Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in your stockin
I'm knockin em out the box 'n'
knockin em out their socks 'n', cause Robin is rockin
Breakin em down to the -- slab
Takin em down on their -- ass
Now what you wanna do, ya wanna battle, uhh?
Send you up shit creek without a motherf**kin paddle
Rattle -- that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothin more than a grain
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 fuss
Do what I must, and what I must - is bust
the bubble, or choose some trouble, for you
So skip to my Luger, Lady of Rage is comin through

{*cut n scratch* "Some cool shit" 2X*}
{*"Boo-yaa! Spittin out buckshots" -> B-Real*}

[Kurupt]
I fears no one, I makes em cool off like a polar cat
Lynchin, as a hit, misses the roll of dice
Pushin packs to make a profit
Diggy dope duck on the topic so stop and gimme my props, kid
I'm livin large like a fat pregnant dog
So get back, pregnant dog, I'm hard to bogart, for the f*g**ts
This young black kid, a mercenary, merciless
Murderin millions of niggaz so who's first to diss
They say I'm bad so you'll find none worse than this
Chewin motherf**kers up like a Hershey Kiss
Put to sleep, lovin the lyrics I leave in the minds of each
Roogh when flex, too complex, wrecks your mental piece
So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggaz
You're quick to talk shit, I whoop your ass nigga
Then watch me blast, nigga, cause I'm the last nigga
you wanna f**k wit, so up your cash, nigga
I make em stagger, I'm skanless as Jimmy Swaggart
I'm a good tracker, scopin your girl then watch me tag her
Pullin steel like a stunt
Sewn like an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so
here to torment I put track on crack
And I'm strapped wit a semi-tone milli-ten Mac
Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off, chief
Deadly as Jason on Friday the 13th

{*"A to the motherf**kin K*" -> Cypress Hill}

[RBX]
Back in the days, niggaz they use to scrap
but now in ninety-two, niggaz they pull they strap
cause umm, police dem come wicked and dem shoot
niggaz, so niggaz retaliate and start to loot
Execute, boot, stompin
Black soldier, here to teach and mould ya
The innovator, dominator, narra-rator
R-B to the motherf**kin X -- flex wicked
Stylee me, bump and be found and do bleed by a
maniac, with a gat
See nowadays niggaz is like that
I pull my trigger back, the bullets go
BO! BO! BO! Now I'm on Death Row
f**k it, niggaz goin wild
Everynight they shoot, it's like Bei-rut
Maybe you should get a teflon vest for your chest
anytime steppin through my hood
But that'll do you no good
One slug to your face, no haste
you're gettin smoked like wood
Nasty nigga bloody pumps face flat
on the concrete, here comes the white sheet
Mr. Coroner, thingyed with some yellow tape
but, the murderers escape
Audi like 5 G's
Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G thang

[immortel]

High Powered – Dr.Dree

[Dr. Dre]
Yo yo whassup man? Yo man gimme some of that old..
gangsta ass shit, y'knahmsayin?
Some shit I can just kick back
and smoke a fat-ass joint to, y'knahmsayin?
Ehehehahahahtchktchk
Hell yeah! Know what I'm talkin about?
I like that old gangsta shit
Cause you know it's a lot of niggaz out there
woofin all that bullshit talkin bout they got this and got that
Talkin louder than a motherf**ker but ain't sayin shit
Heh.. y'knowhatI'msayin?

{*Lady of Rage vocals in the background while Dre speaks:
"Come come come again, come come come again, get wit da wickedness" (6X)
"Come.. come.. come.. come.. come.. come.. get wit da wickedness"
"Come come come again, come come come again, get wit da wickedness" (4X)*}

[Dr. Dre]
Yeah nigga I see your lips quiverin
but you ain't sayin a motherf**kin thang
But my niggaz, I got my niggaz in the motherf**kin he-ouse
and they gon' tell you what's REALLY goin on
Got my motherf**kin nigga RBX -- definitely in this motherf**ker
I got my nigga Daz in this motherf**ker
Ready to kick some real shit, knahmsayin?
And that lil' shit you hear in the background -- that's my homegirl Rage
So RBX kick this shit

[RBX]
Seven execution style murders
I have no remorse cause I'm the f**kin murderer
Haven't you ever heard of a killer?
{***LOUD EXPLOSION***} I drop bombs like Hiroshima
So now I walk around strapped
One-time bust they caps and watch niggaz 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 f**k you figure?
Trigger, happy RBX to cap ya
PUMP PUMP, and I can't wait to bust a round
PUMP PUMP, my hollow point smacks the clown
Cause 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 niggaz survive
I'm high powered!

[Daz]
Yeah!
It's Daz that mass-murderin motherf**ker
So what you feel like you wanna get caught up?
Fool you better recognize
Death Row came to chastise
So if you cross the Row
Remember the first name is Death
No love for the other side

[immortel]

Stranded on Death Row – Dr. Dree

[Intro: Bushwick Bill]
Yes.. it is I says me..
And all who agree.. are more than three, cause they 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 let's 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 refill
I'm murderin niggaz, yo, and maybe because of the tone
I kicks when I grip the mic and kick shit niggaz can't f**k 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 Slausson
Take a walk through the hood, and we up to no good
Slangin on 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 f**k stoppin ya?
Ain't nathin but a buster
I'm "Stranded on Death Row" for pumpin slugs in motherf**kers
Now you know you're outdone, feel the shotgun
Kurupt inmate cell block one

[Verse Two: RBX]
No prevention from this lynchin 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'm death like arsenic
When I kick a wicked raps, Dr. Dre will hit 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: The 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 matress -
bed frame there's another dead, bang
Layin lame put to shame, who's to blame?
Me, the Lady of Rage, a woman comin
from the D-E-A-T-Hin, R-O-W takin, no shit
So flip and you're bound to get dropped
It's 187 on motherf**kers don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate
It's Rage, from cell block eight

[Verse Four: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Aiyyo 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 Dr. 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 motherf**kin homies doin time
In the pen and the county jail
Mobbin with your blues on, mad as hell
And you say yeah f**k 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
{*Snoop starts singing*}
Uhh 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 motherf**kin homey D.O.C.
You know you can't f**k with my motherf**kin DJ
That's my homey and we call him Warren G
{*Snoop stops singing*}
Yeah, and you don't stop
Doggy Dogg break 'em down with the motherf**kin Dogg Pound
That's the only way we'll beat 'em man
We gotta smoke 'em, then choke 'em like the motherf**kin peter man
It's like three and to the two and two and to the one
Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done

[Outro: 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!

[immortel]

pregnant doges Ain't Shit – Dr Dree

Snoop:
pregnant doges ain't shit but hoes and tricks...

chorus: Snoop (2X)
pregnant doges ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the thingy
Get's the f**k out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...

Dr. Dre
I used to know a pregnant dog named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and f**k the hoes at night
Tight than a mutharf**ka with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the muthaf**kin' Compton streets
Peep, the shit got deep and it was on
Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my muthaf**kin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a f**k where the pregnant dog was at
But she was hangin' with a white pregnant dog doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his thingy just to get a buck or 2
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Now she's suing cuz the shit she be doin' ain't shit
pregnant dog 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

Daz:
Now as i'm rollin' with my nigga Dre and Eastwood
f**kin' hoes, clockin' dough up to no good
We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
(Snoop: But we don't love them hoes) pregnant dog, 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: BEEEYYAAACHHH!)

(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
pregnant doges on my nuts like clothes
But i'm from the pound and we don't love them hoes
How could you trust a hoe? (Snoop: Why?(echoed 3X)
Cuz a hoe's a trick
We don't love them tricks (Snoop: Why?(echoed 3X)
Cuz a trick's a pregnant dog
And my thingy's constantly in her mouth
And turnin' them trick ass hoes the f**k out
Now...

Snoop:
I once had a pregnant dog named Mandy May
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The girl thingy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a muthaf**ka lickin' the protung
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 muthaf**kin' 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 muthaf**kin chin checkin
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 f**kin' my hoe, yo
(pregnant doges ain't shit)
I unthingyed my shit...I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed
Man, f**k a pregnant dog!

(Chorus)

Jewell:
(Dr. Dre in background "pregnant doges ain't shit")
I don't give a f**k about a pregnant dog
But i and her know that they can't fade this
Cause i'm doin my own thingdown with the swang
I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thing
I say you know can't deal
Cuz I'm a btich that's real
Motherf**ker need to step back, hell yeah
They need to chill
Because I don't give a f**k
And I don't give a f**k (x3)

And now I gotta do some...
And now I gotta do some shit that's clean
But when I'm on a thingy, hell yeah, I get real mean
Like a washing machine
I can wash the clothes
All the hoes knows
That i'm on the flo' ho
But they can't hang with my type on swang
I ain't tryin' to say I suck every ding-a-lang
But just the juicy ones
Witht he tip of the tongue
And then their sprung
With the nuts hung
(Dr. Dre: pregnant doges ain't shit)

[immortel]

Aftermath (The Intro)

[Wind, Animals and Wild Sounds Coordinating With Beeping Countdown]
[Beeping Faster]

(Dr. Dre)
This is dedicated to the niggaz that was down from Day 1
..[SCREAM AND LOUD EXPLOSION]
...Welcome to the Aftermath

(Group)Like We Always Do About This Time!!

(Woman) Welcome To The Aftermath!

(Narrator)
The Aftermath, A second growth, the period immediately following an unusual event.
This is brought to you by, the makers of funky music
Coming directly to you from the Soul Kitchen
So let's get deep
You ask how deep is deep?
Can I ask you how deep would you like to get?

(Woman) The Aftermath Brings To You Some Of The Best Hip-Hop And R&B On The Planet

(Group)We're comin' we're comin' we're comin' (Repeat X3)
WE'RE HERE!!(Echoes)

(Sid McCoy)
Watch yourself, peep the blow up
From state-to-state we're touchin' home no matter what sign you throw up
Wait, we're on some other while you're still slippin'
Bringin' you all bangin' speakers for sparks fly out the car system
Off the tops, snatchin' props and the proper the tops we touch
we're hard to knock, we got it locked
From every angle of music the different sound view
R&B, rap, whatever flavor kid it's all new
So let's say we bring it with the EAST! and the WEST!
The final results:The Aftermath touchin' every coast!
So when the bar blows then, the DJ spins
And we don't set trip, we set trends
Love to the artists, in fact they be the smartest if they business is tight
Cuz keep it real means moving the cash markets
And constantly buildin' and stop destroying everything that we touch
And leave somethin' for our children

(RC)
Whatever it takes to get ya paid yea-yea-yeah, keep on doin' it
Keep on doin' it, keep on doin' it
And whatever it is that gets ya free yea-yea-yeah
(Gets ya free, yeah) keep on doin' it
Keep on doin' it, hey keep on doin' it
Whatever it takes to get ya paid yea-yea-yeah
(Whatever it is) keep on doin' it
Ya gotta keep doin' it, keep on, keep on yeah
And whatever it is that gets ya free yea-yea-yeah
(Whatever it is that gets ya free, yeah) keep on doin' it
Keep on doin' it, Oh yeah ohhhhhhhhh-I
Ya gotta-you gotta keep on doin it, doin' it, doin' it
Aftermath is gonna keep on doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, yeah

[Shotgun thingys and Blasts]

(B-Real)
ANYBODY KILLA!!!

[immortel]

East Coast/West Coast Killas

East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 8X)

Verse One: RBX

While childish MC's battle over coastal fronts
I come with no fronts and smash in monkey fronts
If you want to be evil like Knieval then jump
I guarantee your punk ass catch the speed lump
The tactics, extract, morbid thoughts from the mental
custom designed, for instrumental
Yes indeedy, lyrical graffiti
And this one's a burner, baby
Truck, like Toyata driven
True and livin drivin with the gat
Uhh, pop the clutch, let the Cold Crush rush
Then I flush wack material
That's if I don't mash them all to mush
Hush, let me burst, dare I gush
thingy-diezel cuts
Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic

East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 4X)

Verse Two: KRS-One

Yo, why do they make me wanna ruin they career?
Before I bust your shit let's get one thing clear
Don't provoke Kris no joke this
I don't ride no rapper's nutsac yo I stay focused
Beefin without skills seekin will only weaken
The artist speakin over beats and, you be cheatin
Cacaphony of small talent rappers, claimin a coast
over instrumentals, ain't got no real street credentials
Here come the philosopher hip-hopppin ya correctly
Ignorant ass MC's continue to tempt me
Lyrics be empty like Alcatraz cellblock
Too many MC's rappin causin lyrical gridlock
Lyrical syllables interlock in my voicebox
Yet I'm still unknown like the X on Sadat
Just your typical, non-topical
Flex the optical illusion weak metaphoric style you be usin
I check one-two's and who's in the house
Like shit your lyrics ooze out ya mouth
Whattyou think this is? KRS-One from the Bronx kid!

East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 8X)

Welcome to the New World Order
You are now under martial law
All constituional rights have been suspended

Verse Three: B-Real

The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can handle this
Coast trippin goin on through out the business
East Coast West Coast anybody killer!
I don't give a f**k where you from I'ma Killa Hill-er
I got crews on both sides together
Deeper than the ocean and down for whatever
Fool I can roll through any block
from Central to Westland Avenue, without my glock
But some niggaz can't survive on both sides
So they try and break off, eliminate ties
Fools got to get wise, better realize
True, enemy lies killin in the highrise
office, analyzing the song
Look at them red niggaz, don't even get along
Kill that noise, four niggaz bringin the skill
Mad caps get peeled if you oppose the Hill

Yeah that's right fool, you know who, the mighty Group Therapy
The mighty mighty Aftermath brigade, letting all you sound boys know
You're not ready to rumble or test this
Kill that noise!

East coast *killer*, West coast *killer (repeat 8X)

Verse Four: Nas

Now when I bomb like Sadaam, the world feels The Wrath of Khan
Desert Storm in this modern day Babylon
I be the twelve disciples strap arms
All black on running your spot hit the safe and I'm gone
Like a thief wrong, I keep the long 38 warm
Silent and calm, and blackout when the beef is on
Focus on your rap holsters, notice
I'm evil like the Exorcist to the locusts
Ferocious thoughts, are mergin at night
Like Jehovah towards the virgin in white
I'm wrapped in a turban for spite
Like a Israelite snatchin hoes up, my flow's up
When the f**kin world blows up throw your hands up
It's a holdup, frontin like you down for the real
to make a meal, but when plan fold, nigga you squeal
like Heavy Heel, but what's the f**kin deal?

East coast *killer* West coast *killer* (repeat 16X)

[immortel]

Shittin' on the World

Intro:

Yes yes y'all, ooh funk....
Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all
From the ol schizzy with the yes yizzy y'all
Ooh in come funk
Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all
From the ol schizzy it's the yes yizzy y'all
Ooh notes come wrong

Verse 1:

Dre is chillin, Ruff is chillin
What more can I say? (Let's make a million)
M-E-L-Man, niggas call me Most
I be rockin on the East and the West Coast
Your mail go back like Emmitt Smith's hairline
With Jordache devils and Calvin Kleins
This shit be on my mind like O'Donnells interceptions
How would I look with Mike's complexion
Eat me, freak me, take your hand and leave me
All I wanna say is "I don't really give a f**k"
cos Most he be mega
Copped the Play Station but still play the Sega
and in the PJ's I DJ and blow amps
Bad as *?shrimp stampy?* with the food stamps
Huh, I'm not a stranger to danger
On the streets I be known as the jaw rearranger
Heavy with the metal, Mel-Man rule
White boys say it now "Cool, cool, cool!!!"
I bring the fizzy that's the obvious
I got a grip but the only clip I load be the floppy disk
In the SP or the MV, see three G
Ho's see me comin in 3-D
I spread Lizzy with ten mates
Hit the skins and I break out like an inmate
Hey yo, that's how it is and that's how I want it
This is my world and I'm shittin on it

Chorus:

(On the world) Shittin on it
(On the world) Shittin on the world
(Here me, yeah, shittin on the world)
*repeat*

Verse 2:

I warm it up like humidity
Mel, okay I'm here til infinity
My shit be outta...space with the Ewok
This is my planet but I never wear the Reebok
When we rock to the beat of accapella
Most reigns supreme, niggas grab your umbrellas
It's time to bounce so where the player, mate?
Jealous MC's still drinkin on that "Hator"rade
pregnant doges flirtin with the giggles and chuckles
You'll never get the jezzy bare, knuckle
cos I get a tingle in the jimmy after three days in it
Hold up! Back to the clinic
Uhh, aah, poked your pregnant dog in the eye
then I step like Omega's hifi (AWROOF!)
I walk the earth like Moses
Any mackadocious, I grew up with no chips
Shows I turn out
I got dough but still call my hos on my burnout
But can't phone long distance
I'm a rich nigga still gettin public assistance
Rockin shit on a task cam
Got MC's talkin 'bout "I love you, man"
But you can't get my last bud
or my last dove outta beats we be makin
Dre and M-E-L got the whole Earth quakin
That's how it is and that's how I want it
This is my world and I'm shittin on it

Chorus x3

Outro: (over chorus)

Yes yes y'all, ooh funk...
Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all
From the ol schizzy with the yes yizzy y'all
Ooh in come funk
Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all
Every three days and the El change
Ooh, Most come funk