What the f#ck’s up, dre?
You tell me, you talk to ren
I’m right here n#gg#
Release the hound
Bow wow wow
I’m a n#gg# wit an attitude thanks to y’all
And i don’t give a f#ck i keep it gangsta y’all
I’mma ride for my side in the c.p.t
Ice cube: yo, what the f#ck are they yellin’?
Dr. dre: wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this sh#t!
Eazy-e: let me tell you m#th*rf#ck*rs who you’re f#ckin’ with
Tash: what’s your name?
Crazy m#th*rf#ck*r named ice cube
From the gang called n#gg#s wit attitudes
That i’m down with the (green lantern)
Boy, you can’t f#ck with me
If it wasn’t for me where the f#ck you’d be
Rapping like the treacherous three, f#cking cowards
I’d have seen dre rocking parties for hours
And i’d have seen ren f#cking b#tches from howard
And i’d have seen snoop give away eddie bauer’s
So f#ck jerry heller and the white superpowers
This the sh#t n#gg#s kill for
They hear the villain n#gg#s spitting with them n#gg# flows
f#ck you hoes, f#ck you b#tch-ass n#gg#s too
Eazy-e: yo, ren!
Mc ren: what’s up?
Eazy-e: tell ’em where you from!
Mc ren: straight outta compton! (city of compton, city of compton)
Who them n#gg#s that you love to get
Who them n#gg#s that you f#ckin’ with
Love to yell that we the sh#t
The saga continues with the world’s most dangerous group
Four deep in the coupe
I’mma smoke where i wanna smoke, f#ck that
I’mma choke who i wanna choke, f#ck that
I’mma ride where i wanna ride, f#ck that
Cause i’mma n#gg# for life, so i’mma n#gg# til i diz-ie
I’mma smoke where i wanna smoke, f#ck that
I’mma choke who i wanna choke, f#ck that
I’mma ride where i wanna ride, f#ck that
Cause i’mma n#gg# for life, so i’mma n#gg# til i diz-ie
A pencil, a pen, or a glock
I’m the original, subliminal, subterranean
Titanium, criminal minded, swift
D-r-e with that (green lantern)
{vocals sampled from ‘still d.r.e.’, beat from ‘what’s the difference’)
It’s the d.r.e
It ain’t nothin’ but more hot sh#t
You hear the bass from the truck when i’m on the block
A pencil, a pen, or a glock
I’m the original, subliminal, subterranean
Titanium, criminal minded, swift
D-r-e with that f#ck a b#tch sh#t
A couple of notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke, cut-throat
You don’t want the pistols to whistle
Candy paint impala
I make hoes pop collars
God damn hoes, here we go again
f#cking with ren, playing to win
God damn hoes, here we go again
God damn hoes
It’s just us and the guns!
Snoop dogg: la-da-da-da-dah it’s the motherf#ckin’ d-o-double-g
Kurupt: snoop dogg!
Back up in the heezy, baby
You so crazy
He got the coke and hen – i got the juice and gin
Same sh#t you was f#cking with way back then
We keep it cracking from the acting to the jacking
G’ed up c’ed up m#th*rf#ck*r blaze the weed up
We all on deck fool so put your heat up
I stay on deck so me don’t get wet
Look my n#gg#, we can scatter like buckshots
Let’s get together, make a record, why the f#ck not
Why the f#ck not
Why the f#ck not
Why the f#ck not
Cause i’m tight as the night
I had to wipe activator off the mic, in 1985
Real n#gg#s, biatch, you know, ha hah
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