[Sample from 'Belly']
"Hey dog, there them fools go right there!"
"Yeah, they-they rollin' hard too- They-they slangin' real good
Real good"
"I might have to drop 'em
Might have to drop a dime on them n***as
Know-what-I'm-sayin'? I don't like that sh**
I don't like that sh**"
[Drunken Master]
"Throw it up
Throw it up, n***a
Wha-what-what?
Yo, y-yo, yo!"
Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E
World-wide, international, V.I.P
Urban legends creepin' like a thief through the night
Drunken Mast' about to get my money right
Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E
World-wide, international, V.I.P
Urban legends creepin' like a thief through the night
Me and my n***a Bugs about to get our money right
I'm comin' through in the clutch like my name was Jerry West
Wit' a belly full of brew and on my hip I got the Smif-n-West
("What 'chu doin'?") Ballin' as I mash through these city streets
Still fifty n***as deep, packin' heat! ("What 'chu ridin'?")
'99, chrome kitted Escalade ("What 'chu doin'?")
Gettin' paid, ready to blast you in your bald fade ("What you called?")
Urban legend, situation sticky
f** you n***as if you n***as ain't wit' me ("Where you goin'?")
To the bank then I'm headed to 'Lac ("Why?")
To blaze a sack wit' them n***as who got my back ("Who is that?")
Cheddar chasers, them B-T-T's ("And what they doin'?")
Makin' G's wit' they mind on they chedda cheese ("And what you got?")
Extra clips for them playa hatin' snitches ("Why they hatin'?")
Cause Drunken Master's on the road to the riches ("What you gon' do?")
Rush they spot and give 'em two to the dome ("Why?")
Cause Daddy's home, about to get my grind on
Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E
International, V.I.P
Urban legends creepin' like a thief through the night
Me and my n***a Bugs about to get our money right
Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E
International, V.I.P
Urban legends creepin' like a thief through the night
Me and my n***a Bugs about to get our money right
[Bugsy]
You wanna bring the ruckus? f** it, then we can
If you's a G n***a, then I'm at least a hunded grand
Damn- That's a whole lot missin'
And what's this 'bout a competiton wit' all this bullsh** you pissin'
In the ocean? Damn, your little a** really must be smokin'
Hopin' that I won't say that much and hit you wit' the camal clutch
Nah, what the f**? I'm on some ill sh** for real
And talkin' to me like that, n***a, 'll get your family k**ed
But you will probably squeel and say it was me who pulled the trigga
And I'll have to lie and blame it on one of your ho-a** n***as, like
They was smokin' Swishers when I stepped on the scene- This
One n***a looked mean and stuck me up for all my green
And all I seen was you bust up wit' the gun
And all I did was run to the phone and call 9-1-1
And by the time I'm done, n***a, you be deep up in some sh**
And I'll be somewhere, n***a, deep up in your b**h
So before you pick the wrong fat n***a to f** wit'
You better call your clique up
Y'all n***as is plannin' some tough sh**
Some mo' rough sh**, some mo' thirty-eight snuff sh**
But I'mma bust sh** like 'Back the f** up, you dumb b**h!'
Not one clique? You better be for real
That's like bein' blindfolded in the middle of a mine field
Now y'all chill and we can make it pop
Urban legends, n***a, holla at me when the album drops
[Drunken Master]
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World-wide, international, V.I.P
Urban legends creepin' like a thief through the night
Me and my n***a Bugs about to get our money right
Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E
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Urban legends creepin' like a thief through the night
Me and Funk Doc, about to get our money right
[Redman]
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, stomp wit the big dogs! Sick dogs lurkin'
Doc Bradshaw behind ball plant and steel curtains
Denver Bronco fan, Glock squirtin'
Brick city, steerin' wheel hurtin'
Prepare y'all fast cars for lane mergin'
Hasta manana, y'all crash like Diana, co*k block into gramma
Got co*k in Atlanta
Rockin' P.P.P. Bandanas while we f** 'em on camera
It be too late to plant bait for my clique to fall
We plant b**bie-traps and pit-falls and thick fog
When I tee, L.A. rock- It's yours!
Websites couldnn't find a force wit' Macintosh
On John Walsh- America's Most
Aimin' for spots to put more than a tear in ya coat
I back more hoes than Coach- Thanksgivin', Doc
The forty-second street float wit' most hip-hop folks
I'm unemployed wit' courderoy gloves
Through the voice di-rectly to chest, knock ya down like The Waterboy
Me and Meth-Tical, PLURAL!
We rob everything and set on mag ZER-O!
Mothaf**as feel me- Top of the line
Feel me- Knock the Soul Train off the track
And I'm milky like titties and Similac
When I ask you 'Bring it on back'!
[Drunken Master]
Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E
World-wide, international, V.I.P
Urban legends creepin' like a thief through the night
Me and Funk Doc, about to get our money right
Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E
World-wide, international, V.I.P
Urban legends creepin' like a thief through the night
Me and Funk Doc, about to get our money right
[Redman]
"So don't test me and my man Drunken Master
Put one in your a** faster
And I'mma drop wit' my man
Brick City, cause we all kickin' a** 'til n***as' sh**ty
Yeah, Young Zee and everybody run, dog
Brick City, holdin' it down
Don't like it, get you some balls
And my man Chris Webber gettin' smoked the f** out, fu*k Y'ALL!"
[Music stops to Ol' Dirty ba*tard talking on a phone]
"Yo. Yo, check this sh** out, man
It's the Dirt Dog, you-know-what-I'm-sayin'?
Keepin' it real, man, you-know-what-I'm-sayin'?
Dirty don't give a f** about nobody, know-what-I'm-sayin'?
Only roll wit' REAL n***as, know-what-I'm-sayin'?
All them f*ggot-a** n***as that wanna keep playin' that sh**
Keep playin' that song?!
Let me tell you somethin' 'bout my real n***a, the Drunken Master
n***as get busy
n***as get busy for one cause!
EVERYBODY ELSE CAN su*k MY MOTHAfu*kIN' DICK!"