[Intro]
n***a, eat these nuts
Yeah, know what I'm saying?
d**h Row in the motherf**ing house
Check it out
[Verse 1]
Rat-tat-tat-tat late at night with my gat
On the streets of LA
Wondering where the p**y at
Straight player, looking for a ho
Hanging out, rolling in my '64
16 switches for the n***as in my hood
17 shells so I make it understood
Stay back, lay back, way back in the cut
You come outside, n***a you getting f**ed up
I done told you, creep, creep you best move
Like Luther Vandross, I'm f**ing up the west coast
I'm right back up in you when you nut
1-2-3, nothing 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 dough
I keep it like this and like that and I-
[Hook: Dr. Dre (Snoop Dogg and RBX)]
(Never hesitate to put a n***a on his back)
Rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and I
(Never hesitate to put a n***a on his back)
Rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and I
(Never hesitate to put a n***a on his back)
(Never hesitate to put a n***a on his back)
[Verse 2]
Hocus-pocus, here comes the loc'est
n***a that you know, on d**h Row
Dre, the motherf**ing docta'
Yeah, with the sh** that'll rock ya'
Stop ya', right in your tracks
If you dig 'em, you dug 'em and dig 'em good for a smack, black
Back to the hood, n***a
Where my homies on the corner throwing it up and don't give a f**
About a cracker jacker with a bag of white
Motherf**ers (?) now I'mma smack 'em
With the grip of that gansta sh**
That be humping and bumping Compton
The city I'm from, you can't get none
Try to step up and you'll get done, diddy-done
One fool tried to get with me
He wasn't sh** to me
So I had to let Nina go
Ratta tat tat, ta tat tat tat tat
Yeah, n***as better recognize
You ever had a TEC-9 in the middle of your eyes?
I keep it like this and like that and I-
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Creepin' and peepin' and I can get with these
The chronic, slangin' fat ki's 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 sh** off in ya system attacks
Endo smoke in ya lungs, like that
You get lifted, calm, and if it's da bomb
Taken away like Calgon on Vietnam
California, back and on a mission, makin' a point
Ain't no f**in' competition
They wishin' but run up on reality
CPT, CAL my locality
It's strange how I re-arrange and change the business
By droppin' sh** like this
Dope, n***as can't cope with the real
I peal, penitentiaries still, when I k**
[Hook]