The Chronic 2001

It's fuckin' ackrite, question is
Can I get some? Know what I'm sayin'?
Ackrite bitch when I see you in the spot, you just ackrite
You know what I'm sayin'?
When I yank you by the fuckin' perm
Don't be lookin' at a nigga crazy, just get with the digits
And be the fuck out, you know what I'm sayin'?
Let me break it down for y'all

It was just one of those days when I wanted to catch sunrays
Fun to get blunted on a Sunday afternoon
Nigga babe got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
And the chocolate faded boom
Flossin' hip-hop tunes, zoom-zoom like the Commodores
Wonder will we have drama or, end up clownin' whores
Around the full good-to-go girls like them Barby Coast girls

Riding shotgun, baby, I be postin' all-world in the ride
Sippin' 151 that gave me too much pride to back down
Soon as we get to the beach I'ma put my fuckin' mack down
I'm playin' lead, not the background
It's time to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite, I'ma have to ack-wild

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggaz don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right)

Uh, drink kickin' in, I'm stimulated
For those that don't know big words, I'm fuckin' faded
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded spot
Our first spot was cool 'til some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and pose plus we watchin hoes
With lots of flesh exposed, gettin' swarmed by those type of niggaz
With no game but brown-nose, so I impose only like pros can

"Yo, is this your man?", "No", grab the bitch's hand
"I'm Hittman", bling! Gold chain gleam
"You're very eligible for my summer league team."
Maybe too extreme 'cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethern
I got mad spit flame on the name, Stefan, tattooed on her arm
Hoe you ain't the bomb, must be a dyke witcho' lips swoll
And give a nig' some ackrite

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, 'cause niggaz don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think twice
(And a give a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite
(So give a nig' some ackrite, right)

Frontin on the ack-rite, causin' me to act up
Good Samaritan save that hoe from gettin' slapped up
My homies crack up at the scene I'm in
Yo my actions ain't serene when a nigga's on fade
If it wasn't for the one-time brigade
I woulda sprayed at the hooker tramp
As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break camp

Make tracks, where else can we go to take hoes from fake macks? Aiyyo, chase them girls in that black Maxima
The passenger, almost fractured her neckbone, lookin' back at us
Plus, they on the dick 'cause the Caddy's plush they blush
I bumrush the hush with the largest crush, try to swing an ep tonight
Ao I don't have to keep in touch, keep it on hush without the tip-in
Mackin' interrupted by some niggaz set-trippin'
Clip in the strap, I showed these niggaz how to act

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, 'cause niggaz don't fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite)
I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like
Snatchin' up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right)

Bitch, yeah, I just want to put my dick on your shoulder
So you can put in your mind later on, ha ha
[Incomprehensible] it up, take the dick off your shoulder
And put it in your mouth, drink the evidence
And hide the dick behind your head, the police is comin'
It's (INCOMPREHENSIBLE), put the dick behind your head

(INSTRUMENTAL)

Damn girl, it is hotter than a motherfucker up in here
You got that right
I need to go to the bar and get me a drink, please
Yes
Hello
Shit, what the fuck you want?
Hmm
Let me get a Cosmo

What the fuck you want?
Damn, I'll have an apple martini
This motherfucker drunk as a mother
Thirsty bitches
This a drunken-ass nigga

Oh, ooh, shit girl, those niggaz are lookin' over here!
Oh, shit, don't look, don't look
Damn, what's up, what they look like tho?
Shit, shit, damn, they look, they look aight
They fuckable? What's up, is they fuckable or what?
Shh, chill out, chill out
What?
Here they come
What?
Here they come! Chill out! Damn

I got mo' class than most of 'em, ran wit the best of 'em
Forgave the less of 'em, and blazed at the rest of 'em
What can I say? Californ-i-a
Where niggaz die everyday over some shit they say

Disconnected from the streets forever
As long as I got a Beretta, nigga, I'm down for whateva
I roll wit my shit off safety, for niggaz that been hatin' me lately
And the bitches that wanna break me

If Cali blew up, I'd be in the Aftermath
Bumpin' gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash
'Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C., to D.P.G.
Started from that S.O.B., D.R.E.

Like Dub-C I'm rich rollin', pistol holdin'
Pockets swoll nigga, that's how I'm rollin'
Put the flame to the killer nigga
Worldwide homicide mob figure and a builder, for real

I'm hittin' switches, makin' bitches eat bitches
See me grab my dick everytime I pose for pictures
I own acres, floor seats watchin' The Lakers
I'm cool with eses who got AK's in cases

Dedicated to all of those with big ego's
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos
Niggaz play this in they Rovers Jeeps and Regals

Dedicated to all of those with big ego's
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos
Bitches play this in they Benzes, Jeeps and Geos

I bust a Mr. Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie
Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin' hoes at movies
Passin' by with Uzis, and who you aimin' at?
That shady bitch and that bitch nigga that was claimin' that

Rat-ta-tat-tat

I don't sympathize for wack hoes and wimpy guys
You got to recognize Hitman is a enterprise, Cali pride, born to ride
And South Centralized, the Henny got me energized smoke the guys
Tryin' to focus on mines, poke they eyes out

I'm L.A.'s loc'est, hope they don't have to find out the hard way
Like snitch niggaz in the pen that get hit when
The guards look the other way, we hittin' hard, Hitman and Dre
You playin' games, I suggest you know the rules

We puttin' guns to fools, make you run yo' jewels
Take yo' honey and cruise to the snootiest snooze
Cabos Pop coochie 'til the nut oozes
You shouldn't fuck wit crews that's sick, Aftermath 'cause we rule shit
I'm Big Hit, don't confuse me wit no other by the flow motherfucker

Dedicated to all of those with big ego's
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos
Niggaz play this in they Rovers Jeeps and Regals

Dedicated to all of those with big ego's
Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos
Bitches play this in they Benzes Jeeps and Geos

Some good-ass weed!
Check it out dog, this game is a motherfuckin' trip man
Word on the streets
Everybody always tryin' to run up on me
Hollerin' about word on the street is dis nigga said this
Man I don't give a fuck about what that nigga said man!
That's what's wrong with you niggaz, you niggaz is just like bitches
Hoe ass niggaz, talk too motherfuckin' much
(Speak)
Study your own, get your own, yahmsayin?
Be independent nigga, beotch!

Yeah
Bitch niggaz
(Bitch niggaz)
Bitch niggaz
(Bitch niggaz)
Bitch ass niggaz
(Beotch)
Bitch niggaz
(Bitch niggaz)
Yeah I'm talkin' about you
(Beotch)
Bitch niggaz
And you too
(Beotch)

Hmm dog
I meet mo' bitch niggaz than hoes, look here
An' I really don't know, but that's just how it go
(Damn)
Dog, so many niggaz like to keep up shit
And just like a bitch
(Bitch)
Niggaz be talkin' shit
(Nigga)
Smilin' in my face and then they blast me in the back
(Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka)
Niggaz stay strapped from way back, 'cause payback'll
Make niggaz wanna pop that shit
If you ain't ready for the game nigga stop that shit
(Uh, uh)
We rock that shit, my nigga Dre, drop that shit
(Right)
No mo' talkin', I'm walkin' and I'm poppin' the clip
Glock on the hip, set-trippin' dippin' an' shit
If you act like a bitch nigga you get smacked like a bitch
(Nigga)

Bitch niggaz
Bitch niggaz
(Bitch niggaz)

These niggaz don't know what the fuck is goin' on
Yo dog, check it kick back
Let me holla at these niggaz for a minute

Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity
The aggravated, makin' these punk motherfuckers hate it
Compton is the city I'm from
Can't never leave the crib without a murder weapon
Huh, I can't live my life on broke no mo'
And most of these fools ain't shit but cutthroats
They smile in a nigga face and for what?
They got the game fucked up, and want my thang fucked up
I done learned a lot, seen a whole lot
The top notch nigga, I'm feedin' for that spot
Now peep game on what six-deuce told me

These niggaz after yo' paper, Dr. D.R.E
(What? )
And these punk-ass hoes is lookin' for dough
You gotta watch your homeboys, 'cause a nigga never know
Oh, they'll be around, but when yo' paper get low
Just like Master P said, 'There they go, there day go'
Bitch niggaz uh-huh

(Attention all personnel
Stop scheamin', and lookin hard' audio two
Stop scheamin', and, an', and an', an' , and and lookin' hard)

Bitch nigga, a bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, hella bitch nigga
Youse a bitch nigga, motherfucker bitch nigga
A bitch nigga, a bitch nigga

I know yo' type, so much bitch in you, if it was slightly darker
Lights was little dimmer my dick be stuck up in yo' windpipe!
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 bitch that you are, that wanted to cap you
Every since you was mad doggin' me with that bitch in yo' car
Fool who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff'
Man, you shit on hit, get yo' shit bust, plus
Pistol whipped, cover it up, use yo' bitch'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 youse a Busta slash hussy, soft as a hush puppy
Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimen's
A bitch nigga!

(Attention all personnel
Stop scheamin', and lookin' hard, audio two
Stop, stop, stop scheamin', and lookin' hard
Stop-stop, ah-op-op-stop sch-sch-scheamin' and lookin' hard
Stop scheamin' an-an-and lookin' hard
Stop scheamin' and lookin' hard
Stop skee-scheamin' and lookin' hard
Stop scheamin' an-an-and
Stop scheamin' and lookin' hard)

They say, "A black man is a pimp", Well let me tell you the biggest pimp
On planet motherfuckin' earth, is her Momma
It's her Momma that told her, "Get a man that got a good job girl
Make sure he got a good car girl"

"Make sure he can take you out and buy you somethin' girl"
What happened to just fallin' in love with a nigga with a bus pass?
Just 'cause you love the nigga, but I'm no pimp motherfucker
I gotta be the player

Biggest hoes, on planet earth
Are walkin' through the motherfuckin' neighborhood
You knew when you got with the nigga he already had a woman
You knew he already had a family but you fucked him anyway

And then when you thought you gon' lose the nigga
You went and got pregnant, didn't you bitch, didn't you?
The ol' keep a nigga baby
And then when the nigga ain't around, what do you tell the child?

"That nigga ain't shit, that's why yo' Daddy ain't here
'Cause that nigga ain't shit"
How 'bout bein' a woman and tellin' the kid the truth
That yo' Momma, you was a hoe, tell the kid

Momma was a hoe, I was weekend pussy
I had you to keep the nigga, it didn't work out
That's why he ain't here but he a good nigga
'Cause he take care of his real family
I was just a dumb bitch tryin' to keep a nigga that I wanted

Y'all know me, still the same ol' G
But I been low key
Hated on by most these niggas
Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys
No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's
Mad at me
'Cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries

Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin' up in the office in back of my house like trophies
But y'all think I'm gonna let my dough freeze
Ho please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees?
Who you think brought you the oldies?
Eazy-E's, Ice cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's
And a group that said, "Muthafuck the police"

Gave you a tape full of dope beats
To bump when you stroll through in you hood
And when your album sales wasn't doin' too good
Who's the doc that he told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you niggas that said that I turned pop
Or the Firm flop
Y'all are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep
So fuck y'all, all of y'all
If y'all don't like me, blow me
Y'all are gonna keep fuckin' around wit me
And turn me back to the old me

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre

So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Just study your tape of NWA
One day I was walkin' by
Wit a walkman on
When I caught a guy givin' me an awkward eye
And strangled him off in the parkin' lot wit his Karl Kani

I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me tryna park a dodge
But I'm drunk as fuck
Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage
Hoppin' out wit two broken legs, tryna walk it off
Fuck you too bitch, call the cops
I'm a kill you and them
Loud ass muthafuckin barkin' dogs

And when the cops came through me
Dre stood next to a burnt down house
Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
They still wouldn't found out
From here on out it's the chronic two
Startin' today and tomorrow's the new
And I'm still loco enough
To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew

Slim Shady hotter then a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up
And the temp goes up to the mid 80's
Callin' men, ladies
Sorry Doc, but I've been crazy
There is no way that you can save me
It's okay, go with him Hailey

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre

If it was up to me
You muthafuckas would stop comin' up to me
Wit your hands out lookin' up to me
Like you want somethin' free
When my last C.D. was out you wasn't bumpin' me
But now that I got's new company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb from me
'Cause I'm from the streets of The Compton

I told em all
All them little gangstas
Who you think helped mould 'em all?
Now you wanna run around and talk about guns
Like I ain't got none
What you think I sold 'em all
'Cause I stay well off
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin' Dre fell off
What 'cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
Tryna get this damn label off

I ain't havin that
This is the millenium of Aftermath
It ain't gonna be nothin' after that
So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap
You can have it back
So where's all the mad rappers at
It's like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats
Knew that I was strapped wit gats
When you were cuddled in the cabbage patch

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre

(Hi baby, I know you're under a lot of pressure at your work and all
And I do understand, you have no idea how much I understand
But you also don't have any idea how much I love you
I love you so much, I think about you, I feel you in my arms
I miss you, I miss you terribly
I've just always wanted someone like you in my life
I love you so much, that I'd do anything, I'd do anything
I'll be your perfect woman for you)

I just wanna fuck bad bitches
All them nights I never had bitches
Now I'm all up in that ass bitches
Mad at 'cha boyfriend, ain't 'cha?

You'se a bad girl, gotta spank ya
Gotta thank ya for that head clinic
Explicit, hella photogenic
And tell your friends where the dick's at
Where they can get hit and won't get back to they soul mate

Before you kiss 'em use Colgate
She swallowed it! Yeah the bitch took the whole eight
And ran with it, then let Mel-Man hit it
And Hit the Man hit it; damn bitches

Man, this is what I'm talkin' about
Chicken-head, chicken-fed, with a dick in your mouth
Out and about with your nigga like it never took place
(Airtouched)
Next time you need a taste

I just wanna fuck you
No touchin' and rubbin' girl, you got a husband who loves you
Don't need you all in mine
I just wanna fuck you
We can't be kissin' and huggin' girl, you got a husband who loves you
You need to give him your quality time

You got the number, it's on you to make the call
You know I cum quick, help you re-decorate your walls
Cut your backyard, don't have to act hard to get the cock
And if I'm goin' too far, I take it out and wipe it off

And put it back up, and keep going
You tryin' to hide it from your husband but I know he be knowin'
That your pussy's been tampered with
Did you show him the new trick of
How you can make it smoke a cancer stick

You be workin' it like a dancer bitch, it's hard on me
Not to give you all of my time, that you want
You can give me some head, but keep the breakfast in bed
I'd rather spend my mornin' diggin' through some records instead

But, tonight, I guess it'd be aight if we can touch bases
Hook-up somewhere and exchange some fuck faces
I know your man's lookin' for ya, he's always tryin to run ya
Don't worry bout me handcuffin' girl cause I just wanna fuck witchu
Fuck witchu

On the sneak tip, on some creep shit
So whatcha gon' do, ya freak bitch?
You, actin', like you don't do dicks
That's the kinda bitch I hate fuckin' with

"Baby was a virgin" that's what she said
So I gave her some Hennesey, she gave me some head
I fucked her on the flo', so I wouldn't mess up my bed
Then lil' half dead put his dick on her head

Take that bitch home, and give her a bone
And give her the number to my cellular phone
Man, she blowin' up my pager, the shit's gettin' major
A favor for a favor, this dick is what I gave her

Somethin' to go by, and bitches know why
Stuff dick in they mouth, and then I'm out
(See ya!)
Twenty-fo' seven, Dre, Snoop, and Devin
We servin' these hoes, and never lovin' these hoes, beotch!

I just wanna fuck you
No touchin' and rubbin' girl, you got a husband who loves you
Don't need you all in mine
I just wanna fuck you
We can't be kissin' and huggin' girl, you got a husband who loves you
You need to give him your quality time

Now this this is one of them occasions
Where the homies not doin' it right
I mean he found him a hoe that he like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife
And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end
A bitch is a bitch, but a dog is a man's best friend
So what you found you a hoe that you like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife wife

I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip
Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she 'bout to trip
(Where the fuck is my money?)
I cannot G guilty
You pimpin' strong, but comin' home, to sheets that be filthy
She on the dillzy, I take advantage
All up in them panties, I got this bitch speakin' Spanish
I'm mannish get yo' nails out my back
Slut I'm bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' cat

Learn the player rules, this is how I play a dude
Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin' shoes
Dollar signs are folded, I can't control it
Tryin' to leave her, beeper just exploded
She sweatin' me, won't let me, broad turned fraud
Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin' tricks huh
Man it's a trip I don't trip I'm in yo' Lexus flexin'
I left her up in Dallas, Texas, assed-out

Now this this is one of them occasions
Where the homies not doin' it right
I mean he found him a hoe that he like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife
And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end
A bitch is a bitch, but a dog is a man's best friend
So what you found you a hoe that you like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife wife

Now hoe is short for honey
Almost had her wailin' like Bunny
Tellin' tales of bein' pregnant
Catchin' Nordstrom sales with abortion money
I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when I shot at her
Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe's erotica
Exotic, she's psychotic, rockin' his Nautical
Soon he'll need antibiotics
(Sucka bitch)

Name a sexual disease,
She got it like Sam Goody
You be like, "Damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?"
Fool I pity ya
We live in the city off, ballers
With more bouncin' than a Zapp
She will doo-wah-diddy-ya
Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her

To the Hotel, Niko
On some Suave shit like, Rico
That's when I caught a Vision like Coleco
A high-post hoe
A perfect way for me to keep dough
Huh, have her sellin' ass
On Bronson Ave and Pico

At the hotel, motel, or the Holiday Inn
(Say what nigga?)
I said if that bitch keep fuckin' up then we'll fuck her friends
(Bitch)
I said I dip, dive, what can I say?
Niggaz need to stop fuckin' with O.J.
Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang creep
And bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
I had to dream of hoes, I had to scream at hoes
I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes

Lil' Almond Joy, I truly enjoy
If you blew my balls, right through my drawers
Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot
From the way she was blowin', I know she does it a lot
I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters
The hoe started callin' when I started boss ballin'
Gimme some head, gimme some ass
(Uh-huh)
Gimme some cash, pass it to Daz

Pass it to Snoop, or pass it to Nate
Hoes eat dick like eggs and steak
That ain't shit new, I thought you knew
(What?)
I knew you would, you wish you could
Break a G down, break me down
But I'm a see you on the rebound D.P. style
(What? What?)

Now this this is one of them occasions
Where the homies not doin' it right
I mean he found him a hoe that he like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife
And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end
A bitch is a bitch, but a dog is a man's best friend
So what you found you a hoe that you like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife wife

(Lil' half Dead
Lil' half Dead the money jumped out to say
Ol' Snoop Dogg on the look out boy?
Yeah
He gotta be more than half Dead
If he don't fill my motherfuckin' drink up!
Or fill your motherfuckin' mouth up
Ahh haha haha
I don't think so!)

All these niggaz and all these hoes in here
Somebody here gon' fuck
All these niggaz and all these hoes in here
Somebody here gon' fuck
All these niggaz and all these hoes in here
Somebody here gon' fuck
All these niggaz and all these hoes in here
Somebody here gon' fuck

Talkin' that, walkin' that, spittin' at hoes
Smokin' this, drinkin' that, hittin' at hoes
Fuck this I'm hittin' that I'm hittin' 'em both
Have one ridin' dick, one lickin' my toes
When I'm lovin' these hoes there ain't no love involved
No hugs, no kisses, bear rugs, bear britches
Rare bitches like to pose in them black tail pictures
Bitch jumped off my dick, is that Dre over there? '

Yeah, I just took some ecstasy
Ain't no tellin' what the side effects could be
All these fine bitches equal sex to me
Plus I got this bad bitch layin' next to me
No doubt, sit back on the couch
Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out
Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth
Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out

Come on let's get high
(High)
Let's get high
(High)
Come on let's get high
(High)
Let's get high, all my ladies
Let's get high
(High)
High
(High)
Let's get high
(High)
Come on let's get high

I make the four hop, pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
Stompin' in the party, Kurupt, young Gotti
I'm fuckin' somethin' in this bitch, hit 'em with some gangsta shit
Put somethin' in your mouth bitch real tasty
I'm lookin' real sauce in my gangsta-ass Casey's
Hit the party, ease up, Kurupt with an ounce an'
Got all the hoes in this motherfucker bouncin'
Down to

Yo whattup scram Jones?
Mel-man what's crackin'?
Whassup wit all these ol' punk ass hoes in here?

Nigga what? I'm a hustlin' bitch
I like them get rich niggaz, them hit the switch niggaz
Niggaz bout the sex and which bitch to hit next
While I'm kickin' my game and collectin' them checks
Got all y'all niggaz vexed to fuck this triple-x rated hoe
You say you ain't eat it, you ate it though
And uhh, roq don't stop, can't be droppin' no drawers
To the niggaz how you figure got you shittin' in yours

Yeah, little dicks always runnin' they mouth
While a bitch is better off to masturbate and be out
All you bitches up in here know what I'm talkin' about
Get the loot, get the ice, fuck the wife, no doubt
Tryin' to live lavish, marry a big dick and stay carried
Holla back at them niggaz that hollered at me
Pop the cris', whip the six and shit
And have all y'all niggaz limp when I twist my shit
Yeah, bitch ass niggaz

Hey, yo whassup?
My name is Dre
Can I blaze some chronic witchu?
Nigga what? Fo' sho'
Roll that shit up

Hell yeah, still 'Always into somethin', heart still in Compton
The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals
Introduced you to my dogs, that don't love hoes and firm fiascoes
Assholes, fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up doin' a Tango
And cash, always in my grasp
Came up in the game wearin' khakis not kangols, stranglin' hoes
When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh
Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass

One feed me mangoes, the other lightin' my hash
Rap tabloids write Dre's light in the ass
Came home uptight, ready to mash, like a gas pedal
Get on that sixty-four chevy level, AK-47 heavy metal
Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle
I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils
'Cause we rebels over here, I smell chronic in the air
That means we takin' over this year, you hear?

Chronic, two-thousand
That means we takin' over this year, ya hear?

Light speed, blazin' chronic through the galaxy
Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed
Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessey
Fuck that, where that new shit, the chronic iced teas?

I hang among hustlers, I slang and hoo-bang Bronson
When bustaz roll through, can't fuck with my bold crew
We will hold you captive and bust 'cause gangbangin' is the active
Activity, where I be livin' B, there ain't no Liberty Statue
Hope you got your gat, don't let them catch you
Slippin', without yours, it's warfare outdoors

Ambulance, violent uproars
Trash niggaz takin' out like chores I meet whores on tours
Jeans hot as pepper so I sip, champagne on stormy shores
We on some hardcore, pornographic
Totin Austrian firearms that's made out of plastic
In these drastic surroundings, it be sounding like
Lebanon, makin' fools retreat like Megatron and Starscream

Oh yeah, I scream-on-stars that get
Loot and crossover like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
Get out your car son, that's how I came to bougie niggaz
Act bad one, it's either that or make front page stardom
I'm the golden child, chased by Sodom
Newenze gots my bulletproof, it's hard to shoot me you hear?
By the time you see him
That means it's real fuckin' hard to shoot me, you hear?

Light Speed, blazin' chronic through the galaxy
Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed
Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessey
Fuck that, where that new shit, the chronic iced teas?

Dr.dre
Dr. Dre 2001 (EXPLICIT)
Lolo (INTRO:)
(xzibit:) goddamn, hey, whassup, nigga?
(tray-dee:) oh, shit!
(xzibit:) whassup?
(dre:) hey, that motherfucker clean
(tray-dee:) hey, who’s that?
(xzibit:) hey, that’s dre, nigga, that’s the... look at that shit!
(tray-dee:) hangin that motherfucker, goddamn! (look at that!)
(xzibit:) (laughing) that nigga chromed out up under that motherfucker!
(tray-dee:) hangin?on the bumper, x!
(xzibit:) hey, hang that shit!
(someone else:) what up, dr. dre?

When darkness be closin' in
I'm motivated, with the howlin' wind
With a list of chosen men, frozen in sin
Knowin' that your end is beginnin'

Swift silent and deadly
There's no defendin' my plots, I know your every movement
For six months I watch, coulda gotchu at your baby's mother's house
Even at your down-low weed spot

But the backdrop, wasn't flatterin' enough
I didn't want people gatherin' and stuff
Snapshots of blood splatterin' from the snuff
Here, puff this here, while I figure which way, to split yo' wig
Right now you as nervous, as a Farmer John pig

As I dig into my tragic bag, take out the HK
Twist on the silencer, insert the thirty-shot mag
Bullet stuck to his brain like a mack
Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet

This is anybody murderer
To fuckin' everybody murderer
Nigga all y'all murderer, uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed

This is anybody murderer
Motherfuckin' everybody murderer
Yeah, nigga all y'all, uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed

Peeped all the stash drop and exchange of the dough
Lurkin' through the turf, think how I'ma just work
Give 'em chase to the crib and yo he properly laced
Stepped out the car, put my steel, to the side of his face

Murder, this the fuckin' Case, rob this nigga and shake
The fuckin' spot 'cause in a few it's gon' be crawlin' with cops
Who's the bad bitch now, you crept on, paid the piper
Who'da thought a sexy bitch could be a murderous sniper

Detrimental to your health, shoulda learned yo' lesson
But it's too late nigga bye-bye, better count yo' blessings
I been watchin' you watchin' me, yeah you ballin'
Was, nigga now you finger fucked and steady fallin'

A thug wit no love, but bitch niggaz die fast
Thug niggaz die young, oh what, you thought you would last?
Blast two shots to the dome, slide back to the pad
And jack my nigga off, til his dick get soft
Resume the wifey boo shit, 'cause yo my man don't know
That his bitch is straight ill, servin' ass with fo'fo'

I'm a motherfuckin' murderer
Bitch disses anybody murderer
Yeah, nigga all y'all murderer, uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed

I'm a motherfuckin' murderer
Uhh, bitch disses anybody murderer
Yeah, nigga all y'all murderer, uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed

Dr.dre
Dr. Dre 2001 (explicit)
Pause For Porno
(jake steed's lines are in {}'s)

(y’all ready to get nasty?)

Yeah!
{shit!}....yeah! ohhh...
{damn!
Oh, that pussy is good tho...}
Oh, shit!
{it’s good!}
Ohhh! ohhh!
Fuck, you hurtin?me bitch! {oh shit!}
Ohhh! {oh, yeah you’re da bitch, beotch!}
(fuck!)
Ohhh! {oh shit!}
(you’re hurtin?me!)
{damn!}
(you’re hurtin?me!)
{damn!} (ohhh!)
{damn!}
You’re makin?my pussy sore, bastard! {oh shit!}
{oh, my nuts!}
Aww, fuck me! {ohhh!} fuck...
{oh shit yo?face!} (ohhh!) {oh, damn, damn, damn, oh,
Shit, oh,
Fuckin in my ass, bastard!
{shit! ohhh... ohhh... damn!}
Oh, shit i can’t see! (ohhh...)
Oh, shit! {oh, shit!}
Fuck! {whore!} ahhh...
{damn, that shit was good...}
Ahhh, oh shit...
{ohhh, my god...}
Ohhhh....ohhhh...ohhhh...
{damn...}
Oh, that shit feels so good...
Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh...
{shit!}
Oh, get the fuck up! oh, get the fuck up now!
Oh you fucked the shit out of us!
Fuckin big dick master! {oh shit! aight...}
Oh shit! {aight, chill, chill, chill, give me five minutes, damn!}
Well, get the fuck up!
Jake, hurry up, cuz you know i gotta get home to my nigga...cuz you know...
You know you gots to get some at home, hahaha...
Now i’m lovin that big
{ooooh, shit!}
Ha ha..what? you got a problem?
{man, fuck your man, know what i’m sayin? i’m jake steed. bitch!}
What??!! who you callin?a bitch?
{you! bitch!}

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker
(West West y'all)
Yeah, L.A. niggaz
L.A. niggaz rule the world nigga
Y'all niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggaz don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, droppin heat box on y'all bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin? You gotta recognize
L.A. niggaz, connected all over the motherfuckin world, nigga
Recognize this

Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd from the feet up
Blued up from the Zoo, a pi' grew up
Loc'n, smokin and drinkin til we threw up (threw up)
At?Park, taggin, hittin fools up
Ditchin my class, just to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all niggaz quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin

I'm comin Straight Outta Compton with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch
From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre twistin wit Tha Liks
And Hittman bought a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine sold seperate, check it
From sundown to sunup -- clown done run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what?
Chorus Knoc-Turn'al, Kokane
We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and back heat
Requirements for survival each day -- in L.A
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act this way -- in L.A

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt - cause I spit like gats do
Cock me back
Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you
Blast you, for that set you claim (where you from?)
Mash on you for your turkish chain, C.K. B.K
Blued up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped niggaz get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants hang below my waistline
I look humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline
Don't waste my time
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass bitches
Hawaiian thai, drive-by, six-fo's on switches

I was raised in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
Slugs for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin on us can suck a dick
If I catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor
Better than yours, drivin away gettin head from a whore
It's AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin with me might get you banned from TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your health
Like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself

Five in the mornin, burglars at my do'
Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer
Let em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll
Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo'
And bruise by the case
SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but can't find no openings

In L.A
That's how we ride

In L.A
That's how we ride

In L.A
That's how we ride

In L.A
That's how we ride

Yeah Nigga Still Fuckin Wit Chu
Still Ryders Run Deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E (Nah, Nah, Nigga Guess who's back)
Still, still doing that shit, huh Dre?

Oh for sho', check me out
It's still Dre Day Nigga, A.K Nigga
Before I chrome the lot, can't keep it home a lot
Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block
Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How? My last album was "The Chronic"
They want to know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it

If you ain't up on thangs

Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still, puffing my leafs, still fuck with the beats
Still not loving police (Uh huh)
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (fo sho')
Still got love for the streets, repping 213 (fo life)
Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang
Since I left, ain't too much changed, still

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

Since the last time you heard from me I lost a friend
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again
Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week
Still, I stay close to the heat
And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet
My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke til I sleep
Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat
I bring the fire til you're soaking in your seat
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the troop
It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru
I'm still at it, After-mathematic
In the home of drivebys and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

It ain't nothing but more hot shit
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world
(Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl)
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back

So if you ain't up on thangs

Dr. Dre be the name still running the game
Still got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard
Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars
Still gon' get mine regardless

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

Like that, right back up in ya
'95 Plus four pennies
Add that shit up, D-R-E right back on top of thangs
Smoke some with your dog
No stress, no seeds, no sims, no sticks
Some of that real sticky icky
A little weed, put it in the air
For you's a fool D.R

And now, the car bomb

Yo, re-re, come on man, let's get the fuck up out of here, man
All right baby, all right speedy, I'm coming, damn
Took a motherfuckin' hour to get dressed
I told you I was gonna be here over this motherfucker
I wanna be in and out, now, don't fuck around over here
And baby, I'm lookin' good, all right, I'm lookin' good

I'm sayin', fuck that man, I'm tryin' to get the fuck up out of here, man
All right, all right, I'm comin' damn shit
Yo, yo, yo, hold it, hold it, whassup, this shit?
You know the people right there?
You know those motherfuckers right there?
No nigga, I don't know, you paranoid

What the fuck they lookin' at? I'm sayin' you ain't seen
The motherfuckers ridin' past lookin' all at me and shit
Nigga, you trippin', now you trippin', nigga you trippin'
Let's go, scary-ass nigga you hidin' somethin', let's keep
Man, fuck that man, get in the car, man aw, goddamn
Told you don't fuck around over here and shit, whatever

Damn, what the fuckin' up with this shit?
You didn't put no gas in this raggedy motherfucker, goddamn!
I just got a tune-up the other day, man, my shit and all that
Ain't this a bitch, pined-out Pete let's keep, oh my goodness
Man, shut the fuck up, let me start my motherfuckin' shit
Fuck you, nigga, take me

This one's for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P
A message to God

Since you finishin' 'em early, what possessed you to start him?
We made a vow, later we'll regret till 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 could'a 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 could'a 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

Listen, listen, listen, oh
(Listen, listen)
Listen, listen, listen, oh
(Better listen)
Listen, listen, listen
Listen

If you wonder 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

You's 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 pullin' 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 have been through all emotions, from in shock to keepin' a poker face
To straight breakin' down and showin' all emotions
I'm anxious to believin' 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 with you
I miss you, sometimes I wish I just died with you

Listen, listen, listen, oh
(Listen, listen)
Listen, listen, listen, oh
Listen, listen, listen
Listen

If you wonder 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)
'Cause I'm just hustlin' everyday
Runnin' this race, makin' this paper

Listen, mmm
If you don't know why
You better listen up right now
Listen, listen, listen, listen, ohh
Listen, listen, yeah yeah yeah

Listen, listen, children, listen
I'm tryin' to tell you somethin' good
Don't get caught up in the 'hood
Yeah, yeah, ohh
If you don't know why
You gotta find out the reason why
(Brother, brother)

La da da da dahh
It's the motherfuckin' D O double G
(Snoop Dogg)
La da da da dahh
You know I'm mobbin' with the D R E
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know who's back up in this motherfucker
What, what, what, what?
(Spread the weed out there)
Blaze it up, blaze it up
(Just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, 'sup Snoop?)

Top dog, bite me all nigga burn the shit up
D P G C my nigga turn that shit up
C P T, L B C, yeah we hookin' back up
And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up
Thug niggaz drug dealers yeah they givin' it up
Lowlife yo' life boy we livin' it up
Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party fo' sho'
Slip my hoe a forty fo' and she got in the back do'

Bitches lookin' at me strange but you know I don't care
Step up in this motherfucker just a swangin' my hair
Bitch quit talkin' crip walk if you down with the set
Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet
Out of town put it down for the father of rap
And if yo' ass get cracked bitch shut yo' trap
Come back get back that's the part of success
If you believe in the X you'll be relievin' your stress

La da da da dahh
It's the motherfuckin' D R E
(Dr. Dre motherfucker)
La da da da dahh
You know I'm mobbin' with the D O double G

Straight off the fuckin' streets of C P T
King of the beats you ride to 'em in your fleet
(Fleet wood)
Or Coupe DeVille rollin' on dubs
How you feelin' whoopty whoop nigga whut?
Dre and Snoop chronic'ed out in the 'llac
With doc in the back sippin' on 'gnac
(Yeah)
Clip in the strap dippin' through hoods
(What hoods?)
Compton Long Beach Inglewood

South Central out to the Westside
(Wessyde)
It's California love, this California bud got a nigga gang of pub
I'm on one I might bail up in the Century Club
With my jeans on and my team strong
Get my drink on and my smoke on
Then go home with somethin' to poke on
(Whassup bitch?)
Loc it's on for the two triple oh
Comin' real it's the next episode

Hold up, hey
For my niggaz who be thinkin' we soft, we don't play
We gon' rock it till the wheels fall off hold up, hey
For my niggaz who be actin' too bold take a seat
Hope you ready for the next episode hey
Smoke weed everyday

Things just ain't the same for gangstas
Times is changing, young niggas is agin'
Becoming old gees in the game and changin'
To make way for these new names and faces, but

The strangest things can happen from rappin', when
Niggas get wrapped up in image and actin'
Niggas get capped up and wrapped in plastic
Zipped up in bags when it happens, that's it

I've seen 'em come, I've watched 'em go
Watched 'em rise, witnessed it and watched 'em blow
Watched 'em up high, and suddenly watched 'em grow
Watched the lawsuits when they lost the dough

Best friends and money, I lost them both
Went, visited niggas in the hospital
It's all the same shit all across the globe
I just sit back and watch the show
(The watcher)

Everywhere that I go ain't the same as before
(The watcher)
People I used to know just don't know me no more
(The watcher)
But everywhere that I go I got people I know
(The watcher)
Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low
(I watch)

I moved out of the hood for good, you blame me?
Niggas ain't made me if niggas they can't be
But niggas can't hit niggas they can't see
I'm out of sight, now I'm out of they dang reach

How would you feel if niggas wanted you killed?
You'd probably move to a new house on a new hill
And choose a new spot if niggas wanted you shot
I ain't a thug, how much Tupac in you, you got

I ain't no bitch neither, it's either my life or your life
I ain't leaving, I like breathing
Nigga we can go round for round
Clip for clip, shit, for pound for pound

Nigga if you really want to take it there we can
Just remember that you fuckin' with a family man
I got a lot more to lose than you, remember that
When you wanna come and fill these shoes
(The watcher)

Everywhere that I go ain't the same as before
(The watcher)
People I used to know just don't know me no more
(The watcher)
But everywhere that I go I got people I know
(The watcher)
Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low
(I watch)

Things just ain't the same for gangstas
Cops is anxious to put niggas in handcuffs
They wanna hang us, see us dead and enslave us
Keep us trapped in the same place we're raised in

Then they wonder why we act so outrageous
Run around stressed out and pull out gauges
'Cause every time you let the animal out cages
It's dangerous to people who look like strangers

But now we got a new era of gangstas
Hustlers and youngsters livin' amongst us
Lookin' at us, now callin' us busters
Can't help but reminisce back when it was us

Nigga we started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get?
It's funny how time fly
I'm just havin' fun, just watchin' it fly by
(The watcher)

Everywhere that I go ain't the same as before
(The watcher)
People I used to know just don't know me no more
(The watcher)
But everywhere that I go I got people I know
(The watcher)
Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low
(I watch)

(I watch)
(I watch)
(I watch)
(I watch)

What's the difference between me and you?
What's the difference between me and you?

Back when Cube was rollin' wit Lorenzo in a Benzo
I was bangin' wit a gang of instrumentals
Got the pens and pencils, got down to business, but sometimes
The business end of this shit can turn your friends against you
But you was a real nigga, I could sense it in you
I still remember the window of the car that you went through
That's fucked up, but I'll never forget the shit we been through
And I'm a do whatever it takes to convince you

'Cuz you my nigga Doc, and Eazy I'm still wit you
Fuck the beef, nigga I miss you, and that's just bein real wit you
You see the truth is everybody wanna know how close
Me and Snoop is and who I'm still cool wit
Then I got these fake-ass niggaz I first drew with
Claimin that they non-violent, talkin like they
Spit venom in interviews, speakin on reunions
Move units, then talk shit and we can do this

Until then I ain't even speakin your name
Just keep my name outta yo' mouth
And we can keep it the same
Nigga, it ain't that I'm too big to listen to the rumors
It's just that I'm too damn big
To pay attention to 'em, that's the difference

What's the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one but you don't do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions
I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin'

What's the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one but you don't do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions
I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin'

Yo I stay with it while you try to perpetrate, play with it
Never knew about the next level until Dre did it
I stay committed while you motherfuckers baby-sitted
I smash you critics like a overhand right from Riddick
Come and get it, shitted on villains by the millions
I be catchin' bitches while bitches be catchin' feelings
So what the fuck am I supposed to do?
I pop bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you

A heartless bastard, high and plastered
My style is like the reaction from too much acid
Never come down, pass it around if you can't handle it
Hang Hollywood niggaz by they Soul Train laminates
What's the difference between me and you?
About five bank accounts, three ounces and two vehicles
Until my death, I'm Bangladesh
I suggest you hold yo' breath til ain't none left, yo that's the difference

What's the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one but you don't do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions
I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin

What's the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one but you don't do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions
I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin

Aight, hold up hold up stop the beat a minute, I got somethin' to say
Dre, I wanna tell you this shit right now while this fuckin' weed is in me
I don't know if I ever told you this, but I love you dawg
I got your motherfuckin back, just know this shit
Right, Slim, I don't know if you noticed it
But I've had your back from day one, nigga let's blow this bitch
I mean it dawg, you ever need somebody offed, who's throat is it?
Well if you ever kill that Kim bitch, I'll show you where the ocean is

Well that's cool, and I appreciate the offer
But if I do decide to really murder my daughter's momma
I'm a sit her up in the front seat and put sunglasses on her
And cruise around with her for seven hours through California
And have her wavin at people, then drop her off on the corner
At the police station and drive off honkin' the horn for her
Raw dawg, get your arm gnawed off, drop the sawed off
And beat you with the piece it was sawed off of

Fuck blood, I wanna see some lungs coughed up
Get shot up in the hot tub til the bubbles pop up
And they nose and cough snot up, mucus in hot water
That's for tryin' to talk like the Chronic was lost product
That's for even thinkin' of havin' them thoughts thought up
You better show some respect whenever the Doc's brought up
So what's the difference between us? We can start at the penis
Or we can scream, "I just don't give a fuck," and see who means it

What's the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one but you don't do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions
I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin'

What's the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one but you don't do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions
I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin'

What's the difference between me and you?

Xxplosive, West coast shit
My nigguh-ish ways attract, girls that used to turn they back
Causin' me to yank they arm and pose like I would do the harm
Now I'm sayin' thank you 'cause they tell me, my shit's the bomb
Xxplosive, for my niggaz drinkin' cognac, smokin' weed, always pack
Mo' than one, firearm, chrome rims, ridin' on chronic in yo' system
Let me know, my shit's the bomb, xxplosive

West coast shit nigga
Over dosage, imperial pistols ferocious
Fuck a bitch, don't tease bitch, strip tease bitch
Eat a bowl of these bitch, gobble the dick
Hoes forgot to eat a dick can shut the fuck up
Gobble and swallow a nut up, shut up and get my cash
Backhanded, pimp slapped backwards and left stranded
Just pop ya collar, pimp convention hoes for a dollar

Six-Deuce in a plush, six-deuce Impala
Pimpin' hoes from Texas to Guatemala
Bitch niggaz paid for hoes just to lay wit' hoes
Relax one night and paid to stay wit' hoes
Captain save 'em, all day, bitch well save this dick
Bitch nigga, you more of a bitch than a bitch
You ain't into hittin' pussy, or hittin' the switch
You into hittin' bitches off of the grip, you punk bitch

All my real Doggs still kick it wit' me
All my down hoes still trickin' wit' me
All the true gangstas know
Nate ain't never loved no hoe
All the hoodrats still shake it for me
All my true fans still checkin' for me
All the real smokers know
Nate ain't passin' nuttin' but dope indeed

Real trees
Chronic leaves
No seeds

When I had you last night, baby
Before, I blew yo' mind
(Blew-blew-blew your mind)
I thought we had a chance, lady
No more, now that I'm sober you ain't that fine
Don't wanna treat you wrong
Don't wanna lead you on

Here baby, hit the bong
While the west coast rolls along
While we, still makin' gangsta hits
You'll be, still jockin' gangsta dicks
Damn girl you think you slick
Somebody better get this bitch, this bitch

I got these freaky hoes, clappin' they hands, stompin' they feet
Every now and then they put they mouth on me
Nowadays a G like me can't even call it
A 23-year old pussy fiend and freakaholic
Pimpin' bitches on the regular, I put that on the G
A hustler and a player, nowadays it pays to be
Lemme drop some shit about this bitch I used to know
She gave ya boy the head and said don't let nobody know

A bona fide pro, I had to grab the hoe
She got freaky in yo' sixty-fo', I skeeted in her throat
Been knowin' the hoe for fo' days, pimpery pays
And I bet you didn't know that she go both ways
She ate her best friend, I left them hoes at the mall
They be beepin' me and shit, but we don't kick it no mo'
Them hot hoes is fiendin', they on the nuts
But bitch, I'm out ya pussy when I nut, f'real

Exxplosive