Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre:
(That's some good-a** weed)
Check it out dawg, this game is a motherf**in' trip man
Word on the streets
Everybody always tryin' to run up on me
Hollerin' about word on the streets is this n***a said this
Man I don't give a f** about what that n***a said man
That's what's wrong with you n***as, you n***as is just like b**hes
Ho-a** n***as, talk too motherf**in' much (Speak)
Study your own, get your own, you know what I'm sayin'?
Be independent n***a, b*atch (Yeah)
b**h n***as, b**h n***as
b**h n***as, b**h n***as
b**h-a** n***as, beotch
b**h n***as, b**h n***as
Yeah I'm talkin' about you, beotch
(b**h n***as) And you too, hmm, Dogg
Snoop Dogg:
I meet mo' b**h n***as than hoes, look here
And I really don't know, but that's just how it go (Damn)
Dogg, so many n***as like to keep up sh**
And just like a b**h n***as be talkin' sh** (n***a)
Smilin' in my face and then they blast me in the back (Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka)
n***as stay strapped from way back, 'cause payback
Will make n***as wanna pop that sh**
If you ain't ready for the game (Uh-huh) n***a stop that sh**
We rock that sh**, my n***a Dre, drop that sh** (Right)
No mo' talkn', I'm walkin' and I'm poppin' the clip
Glock on the hip, set-trippin', drippin' and sh**
If you act like a b**h n***a you get smacked like a b**h
b**h n***as, b**h n***as, b**h n***as
Dr. Dre:
There n***as don't know what the f** is goin' on
Yo Dogg, check it kick back
Let me holla at these n***as for a minute
Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity
The aggravated, makin' these punk motherf**ers 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 sh** but cutthroats
They smile in a n***a face, and for what?
They got the game all f**ed up, and want my thing f**ed up
I done learned a lot, seen a whole lot
The top notch n***a, I'm fiendin' for that spot
Now peep game on what Six-Deuce told me
Six-Two and Dr. Dre:
These n***as after yo' paper, Dr. D-R-E (What?)
And these punk-a** hoes is lookin' for dough
You gotta watch your homeboys, cause a n***a never know
Oh, they'll be around, but when yo' paper get low
Just like Master P said, "There they go, there they go"
b**h n***as, uh-huh
Audio Two:
(Attention all personnel)
Stop scheamin', and lookin' hard
Stop scheamin', and, an, and, an-an, and, and lookin' hard
Dr. Dre:
b**h n***a, a b**h n***a
b**h n***a, hella b**h n***a
You's a b**h n***a, motherf**er b**h n***a
A b**h n***a, a b**h n***a
Hittman:
I know yo' type, so much b**h 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 b**h that you are, been wantin' to cap you
Every since you was mad doggin' me with that b**h in yo' car
Fool, "Who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff"
Man, you sh** on Hitt, get yo' sh** bust, plus
Pistol-whipped, cover it up, use yo' b**h'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 you'se a busta slash hussy, soft as a hush puppy
Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimen, a b**h n***a
Audio Two:
(Attention all personnel)
Stop schemin', and lookin' hard
Stop, stop, stop schemin' and lookin' hard
Stop, stop, ah, op, op, stop, sch, sch, schemin' and lookin' hard
Stop schemin' an, an, an, an, an, and lookin' hard
Stop schemin', and lookin' hard
Stop schea, schemin', and lookin' hard
Stop schemin', and, and, and, stop schemin', and lookin' hard