| Lyrics: | hey man, don't you know
in order for us to make this thing work
we gotta get rid of the
pimps, and the pushers, and then start
all over agian clean
NIGGAZ you crazy!
Once again
the mighty Death Row organization commitin' mass murder
and we ain't
askin for shit, nigga we takin'
it, so Dre, BLAST they ass nigga
Rat-tat-tat-tat late at
night with my gat
on the streets of LA
wonderin' where the pussy at
staright for ya,
looking for a hoe
hangin' out, rollin in my '64
16 swicthes for the niggaz in my hood
17 shells so i make it understood
stay back, lay back, way back in the cut
ya come
outside nigga ya gettin' fucked up
but i told ya, Creep, Creep ya best move
like Luthor
Vadros, fuckn' up the west coast
i'm right back up in ya when ya nut
1-2-3 nut, from the
D-R-E but
this is for the hoes that i used to know
when i didn't have my '64 and a lot of
doe
i keep ya this and like that
and i...
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
[i ain't got yo money]
well, yo, check
this out, nigga
what's up *slaps around some guy that owes them money*
what's up?
what's up?
ya motherfucker
[i'll be back though, i'll be back]
ya, you ain't
never comin' back -acap |
