[Verse 1]
As my, Daytons spin, lowrider sittin low
Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims
Rag top six-fo', Henny in the pa**enger side
Smokin chronic just let me ride
You would do it if my name was Dre, second comin motherf**er
Throw it up for the king of L.A
I'm known for makin b**hes take they clothes off
Long as I'm from Compton, California I could never go soft
I'm hard as a motherf**in ounce of raw
Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounce the ball
f** the law!! Feedin my son is a must
Whip it soft, whip it hard, in crack we trust
Why Andrew Jackson look high as f** on the 20, G answer
Cocaine been around for centuries
Since I'm young, black and rich, I'm the public enemy
Ridin the ba** drum, Just Blaze got the remedy
[Hook]
I got the remedy
Aftermath got the remedy
n***a back up (back up) back up (back up)
'Fore you get your punk-a** smoked
[Verse 2]
I ain't no joke G, so don't provoke me
I'm from the city of angels where that Jacob watch is a trophy
And starin at that Hollywood sign'll get you straight jacked
(Where you from fool?) Better say you pro-black
Causin walkin in Roscoe's wit'cha chain hangin
Is like Giuliani tryin to get rid of the gangbaners
Now that 'Pac pa**ed, tryin to put us on d**h Row
Get ready for the Aftermath
I run through the city like Godzilla
Doin mo' damage than Ice-T when he dropped Cop k**a
Pull a shotty out the trunk of the Chevy
There go another victim of a one-eight-seven
Who's the grim reaper wit'cha life in his hand
Even the toughest n***as run when my gun go... blam
So kick back and watch the b**hes dance
N.W.A. is back, now let me see your motherf**in hands
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I'm back by popular demand and so
All black interior on the cherry red six-fo'
n***as endin they careers tryin to shut me up
Actin like I traded in my khakis for a bu*ton up
The West Coast still dippin
Game still Bloodin, and Snoop still Crippin
So what you sayin loc? Red and blue bandana
Tied in a knot, as I creep through the chronic smoke
They say it ain't good weed if you don't choke
sh** got my head spinnin like the hundred spokes
Three wheelin through the neighborhood
System on blast, as the motherf**in one-time pa**
The key to drivebys is aim steady
Turn that Bape hoody into motherf**in confetti
When you cross that enemy line
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