[Produced by Dr. Dre and Focus...]
[Intro: Anderson .Paak]
(Seagulls, Water, Bells)
Heaving Breathing, Panting
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Guess who's back, it ain't a f**in' question
They know the name, bow in the presence of a living legend
f** what you heard it's murder-murder, you gon' need protection
Some n***as blinded, couldn't see, so look for me to come and give direction
Who hold the crown, it ain't no conversation
I'm being modest should be silent 'less you payin' homage
Remain the hottest, n***as can't stop us, that's just being honest
And makin' hits, I never had problems much in that department
Don't get me started, don't compare me to the newest n***a
For every one of you, there's a hundred more and I watch them come and go
My track record ain't coincidental
And these verses is like hearses consistently k**in' all with instrumentals
Tell me, f** what would y'all do without me?!
k** yourself for even thinking something crazy 'bout me
I'm like Ali, your f**in' champ, now watch me rope a dope
Just watch him choke, cause everythin' I drop is dope, now watch 'em all go up in smoke
[Hook: Jon Connor]
I came here to raise hell, I can't lie
One shot, one k**, it's real, I ain't hidin'
Don't shoot one shot if you ain't ready to die
And never get it f**ed up, I got shooters for hire
Cause you don't want it, I have you like aye aye
Better back the f** up, over guns so I try
Now that weak sh** will never slide, I despise
You are now not in the presence of nice guys
[Verse 2: Jon Connor]
Look, what the f**, I was just chillin' in the cut
Ain't no beginners, only winners run amok, you runners up
You funny f** like twenty bucks, I know your s*ut will let me f**
I told my city "Hold me down", now look how high they hold me up
I'm Kobe clutch, I hold my nuts 'fore I was old enough to cuss
Was kissin' b**hes after lunch, now that's a muthaf**in' rush
Sober high school, I was f**in' n***as b**hes on the hush
So no questions and no panties is a muthaf**in' must
It's the people's rapper, I ain't no rapper
I'm the rapture on the mornin' after
You lackin' pa**ion, you ain't rap, you just a wack distraction
I can't relax cause I feel the magic smashin', Toni Braxton
Where your sisters at? Let's get it crackin'
Look, I was young, I was broke
Had no hope, so I wrote, that's how I cope
I went hard with no results
New approach, same truth
Just get ready, aim, shoot, then get buried, bang, woof
So they better bring troops because...
[Hook: Jon Connor]
I came here to raise hell, I can't lie
One shot, one k**, it's real, I ain't hidin'
Don't shoot one shot if you ain't ready to die
And never get it f**ed up, I got shooters for hire
Cause you don't want it, I have you like aye aye
Better back the f** up, over guns so I try
I had weak sh**, we'll never slide, I despise
You are now not in the presence of nice guys
[Outro: Dr. Dre + Jon Connor]
It's f**in' murder, baby
I'm tryna hurt 'em, baby
I know you heard me, baby
Feel like I'm goin' crazy
It's f**in' murder, baby
Run, run, run, the cops almost got me
Another tear drop, another motherf**in' body
Uh, uh, uh, another f**in' body
Uh, uh, uh, another body
Uh, uh, uh, another body
Uh, uh, uh, another body
Uh, uh, uh, another f**in' body, body