(Speaking) Yeah Bring it on, dedicated to the n***as that thought I lost it No falloffish (stayin alive) Yeah, keep this thing going stayin alive you beezy Mac D.R.E, up in this b**h Yeah Im out back mothaf**a Im out back with the dawgs (Chorus) You never met a n***a like me The M to the D From the C.C.C Im a G I run with n***as that jack for fun And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun (whole thing X2) (Verse 1) I'm seeing studio gangstas get lost in the fame You paper sack n***as keep crossing the game You think life ain't made 'em but a gang of b**hes You can't stop talking if you hang with snitches You'se a s**elle n***a Quit dropping the salt If you pimpin ain't strong it's not my fault At every event I see your face With my name in your mouth you must love the taste n***a, what the deal Is you for real Playing ho games and get your cap peeled Now hear mack spill straight from the heart I buy fits with the chips that I take from marks Cause a major part Of this game is muscle Us sawavege get cabbage respect the hustle When I'm wide around the mouth(wide around the mouth) I pull a pistol out (pull a pistol out) Boy I needed big (boy I needed big) Don't make me split yo wig (dont make me split yo wig) n***a, Mac D.R.E, you never met a n***a like me (Chorus) You never met a n***a like me The M to the D From the C.C.C Im a G I run with n***as that jack for fun And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun (whole thing X2) (Verse 2) Head Honcho But you can call me Sancho Creepin with yo b**h got my dick on her tonsils I'm at the crib with your b**h in the door Smokin crip feeding goldfish to my shark The kind of n***a that you haters hate the most Quick to pull the trigger when a n***a play me close West Coast Cuthoat Gorilla It gets no realer I Gets more scrilla (ching ching) Yo n***a big dick daddy I get paid from a big thick patty and matty I bubble I represent the double R In my car gon' give the rollers trouble On a high speed chase on the freeway Don't think the police want to see Dre Im bonafide certified And gon' be still jackin when I'm 35 (Chorus) You never met a n***a like me The M to the D From the C.C.C Im a G I run with n***as that jack for fun And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun (whole thing X2) (Verse 3) All must die and some die young That's why I never leave the house without packing my gun My selection for protection desert eagle I'm down and dirty Never legal I Know some people that will get you for your j**els Them cuthoat fools n***a You know the rules Caught slippin Give it up You think i'm trippin I could give a f** Romp renegade smokin dank in in the shade Drinkin Yukon Jack and lemonade blade What the f** you heard Your pimpin's to the curve You actin like a nerd Get your life straight Pull your self together If your b**h want to ho up n***a let her Is nothing like the feeling of a pimp with money You better recognize you big dummy (Chorus) You never met a n***a like me The M to the D From the C.C.C Im a G I run with n***as that jack for fun And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun (whole thing X4) Categoria: Música