Carl M. Cartagena - Loose Cannons lyrics

[Produced by Dr. Dre & Focus...] [Intro: Dr. Dre] All my life, I've been down to ride So I kept it real and I stayed alive with no compromise And I fantasize about the baddest b**h and what between her thighs Then I woke up and realized this is my motherf**in' real life [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] You know where the f** I'm from From that muthaf**in' legendary From the city where them n***as load clips in fast And get stabbed at homeroom should've skipped that cla** sh** will never change on the West Side Jack your sh**, take your car for a test drive (Ah sh**) Gangbangin' out the window hollering let's ride Gotta keep a tec by the bedside These n***as don't know my life All this pain and what I sacrificed And all my n***as that lost their life You never die, you never die I'm in that motherf**in' one for a minute now All y'all lil' n***as need to simmer down Shut the f** up, I'm the one that's k**ing now Take a look who on top of the pinnacle [Verse 2: Cold 187um] Cold 187um, know it's been a minute since you heard from us Still we're untouchable murderers R.I.P to KMG, I'm still gonna murder And don't give a f** where the body at You do too much talkin' I walk in the building I just give a f** where the money at I'm Jordan and Jackson, the coach and the player They trust me it's only just one of them I'm callin' them shots and makin' the plays If you get a trade, better f** with him I keep it gangsta, y'all testin' my patience Got me feelin' so anxious, I be lookin' so facetious Feel like running a capre [Interlude: Xzibit & Dr. Dre] Wait, hold up I got next! What up, X? [Verse 3: Xzibit] Spent my birthday in Dubai Skyrise surprise and I'm dressed like a spy Black tux, on you f**s And guess what? I'm ready to (blow, yo, oh no) I hang that 6-2 sideways Pissin' off the neighbors, scrapin', bumpin' in the driveway Cube gave me the pistol Told me to k** at will and (blow, yo, oh no) (I couldn't give a f**) Literally Cashed out just livin' to me Blast it like a Kennedy beat Wanna get rid of 'em? Send them to me While I'm just over here cozy holdin' these double D's She book smart with p**nographic abilities (Well I don't know what you know but I know I got that sh**) These motherf**ers still talking? f** 'em! That's why they bring X and the guillotine out To stop these b**h n***as from runnin' their mouth (It's bout time somebody said something) [Verse 4: Sly Pyper] One in the glove, one in the clip, one in the chamber One on the dash, one in the stash, ready for danger I'm ready to die, I can't control this f**in' anger Ah sh**, somebody better f**in' stop me Cause I'm a loose cannon that can't stand myself I'm bad for my own health You n***as really think I give a f** about somebody else (f** 'em) I swear to God, I'mma do it, back the f** up I'mma do it I swear to God, I'mma lose it [Outro] - Baby, baby! What the f** are you doing? Put the gun down! Really? Are you doin' this sh** to me again? - Oh my God - You is so f**ed up for this - f** It *Gun co*ks* - Wait, wait, wait, wait! Okay, I'm sorry! What the f**? Don't point the f**in' gun at me! Okay, put the f**in' gun down! No, no, no, no!! *Gun shot* - Alright, I got the legs - Man this b**h is heavy - You gotta get under her armpits, man - Shut the f** up, I got it - What the, what the f** did you guys do? - It was this n***a - Me? - sh**, matter of fact you know what? You gon' dig the f**in' hole this time - I don't give a f**, like it's the first f**in' hole I ever dug - Who the f** is that? - I don't know, ask f**in' Charles Manson right here - Oh, oh, you're tryna be funny? You're really f**in' tryna be funny right now? - Shh, shh, shut your a** up - This is bad. This is, this is f**ing bad man. f** it, let's start digging