Dr. Dre - b**h n***az lyrics

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