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Artist: Dr. Dre (feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg) Album: Fuck Wit Dre Day (12") Song: 187 (Deep Cover remix) Niggers that I used to know and sell dope wit' Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit, And let me know what's up and they can blast on, Thinkin' about the homeys that passed on. Death Row come to show you all the game at, And show you how my label got the name that So many wanna see me, and time is money, But never in the P-E-N, yo. Welcome back to Viet Nam, California. Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me warn you. Every motherfuckin minute you on the West Side, The best side, 20 niggers that just died. Walkin' down the streets of L.A. Stay strapped cause niggas bust caps every day, yo The 1-8-7 don't stop, on undercover cops, So on this spot gettin' popped, shot, Droppin' like this and like that, Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps peelin' back. So creep when you in the C-P-T. You catch heat from fuckin' with' the D-R-E. I got my eyes on the shit unfolding. And there ain't gonna be no trippin' Cause they know the type of shit that I be holding. If there's another word said, I'll let my forty-fo' go buck to the head, nigga . Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop 3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1, Head away, sent away, get away Snoop's got a gun, And he's lookin' for the cops who set him up in '86 Now it's time to put they ass in the mix. Back on the streets with my khakis and my scars, Nuts full of cavi and I'm headed for the bar. Scared as a motherfucker, cause I'm fresh out, But I got to make my green, and plus they all fiend Follow me, they keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop, Until the last nigga that you know drop. Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really give a fuck what it's about. Now, 99 pigs on a block with me, Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna knock with me, A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the motherfuckin' D-O-G, comin' from the L-B-C. Look at what the doc brought in, A chrome 38, a Fo'ty-fo' mag, and mack 10 So what you wanna do? (What you wanna do?) I got the gauge, a uzi and the mothafuckin 22 so if you wanna blast, nigga we can buck 'em If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!" Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop Splat to a motherfucker face, he fall. Strong motherfucker cause he starts to crawl. I guess I gots to load the glock again. Hit 'im with the hollow points and watch him spin. Fuck it, I had to do this quick. Grabbed the glock 17, the clip went click. Tried to detect, but did not detect perfect So I creep on that ass, pops him and drops him. That ought to stop from beatin' up blacks, Dead in his tracks, from a full six pack. Relax, cause I'm about to take my respect. I aimed the twelve gauge straight for his neck. Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! then I fade into the wind. 1-8-7 and it's on again. Well it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on, Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on, Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really wanna trip, Niggas keep your hands on your motherfuckin' shit. Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop... |
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Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Snoop, Daz, Kurupt, Jewell Album: The Chronic Song: Bitches Ain't Shit Snoop: Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks... chorus: Snoop (2X) Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick Get's the fuck out after you're done And I hops in my ride to make a quick run... Dr. Dre I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night Tight than a mutharfucka with the gangsta beats And we was ballin' on the muthafuckin' Compton streets Peep, the shit got deep and it was on Number 1 song after number 1 song Long as my muthafuckin' pockets was fat I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or 2 And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin' Now she's suing cuz the shit she be doin' ain't shit Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short So now she's takin' me to court It's real conversation for your ass So recognize and pass to Daz Daz: Now as i'm rollin' with my nigga Dre and Eastwood Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough up to no good We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks (Snoop: But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash And get your dash on While you're chillin', with your homies and shit And how my niggaz kick the anthem like this (Snoop: BEEEYYAAACHHH!) (chorus) Kurupt: ...To the store, to get me a 4-0 Snoop Doggy Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes So I head down the street to long beach Just so i could meet, a freak To lick me from my head to my feet And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up Bitches on my nuts like clothes But i'm from the pound and we don't love them hoes How could you trust a hoe? (Snoop: Why?(echoed 3X) Cuz a hoe's a trick We don't love them tricks (Snoop: Why?(echoed 3X) Cuz a trick's a bitch And my dick's constantly in her mouth And turnin' them trick ass hoes the fuck out Now... Snoop: I once had a bitch named Mandy May Used to be up in them guts like everyday The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung I was in love like a muthafucka lickin' the protung The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood So I figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine Guess what? Got gaffled by one time I'm back to the muthafuckin' county jail 6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail I get's released on a hot sunny day My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got news Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues I ain't been out a second And already gotta do some muthafuckin chin checkin Move up the block as we groove down the block See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock Kick in the do', I look on the flo' It's my little cousin Daz and he's fuckin' my hoe, yo (Bitches ain't shit) I uncocked my shit...I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed Man, fuck a bitch! (Chorus) Jewell: (Dr. Dre in background "Bitches ain't shit") I don't give a fuck about a bitch But i and her know that they can't fade this Cause i'm doin my own thingdown with the swang I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thing I say you know can't deal Cuz I'm a btich that's real Motherfucker need to step back, hell yeah They need to chill Because I don't give a fuck And I don't give a fuck (x3) And now I gotta do some... And now I gotta do some shit that's clean But when I'm on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean Like a washing machine I can wash the clothes All the hoes knows That i'm on the flo' ho But they can't hang with my type on swang I ain't tryin' to say I suck every ding-a-lang But just the juicy ones Witht he tip of the tongue And then their sprung |
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With the nuts hung (Dr. Dre: Bitches ain't shit) Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Snoop Doggy Dogg and Daz Album: The Chronic Song: Deeez Nuuuts Chiggie check, microphone check one... Chiggie check, microphone check two... Chiggie check, microphone check three... Check game from the notorious Compton G Back with some shit that gots to bump As a pull up in the park you pops the trunk Just to floss you like a motherfuker, clownin' their shit Gots the Dana's on your hootie and your fly ass bitch Throw off, go off, show off, I take that hoe If she proper, I'ma pop her the hole hopper It's back on the track With big money, big nuts, and a big fat chronic sack So Daz, step up on the ass And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past Diggidy Daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass Startin' static with Dre, make way for the AK That I bring as I slang like cavy Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy Had he not known about the city I'm from Long Beach, tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back Here I come, stompin' in my kakhi suit BG from the hood can fuck Eastwood God damn, I ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling But did you raise up all this nuts? Cause Dr. Drizzay's about to rizzip shit up Chiggie check, microphone check one... Chiggie check, microphone check two... Chiggie check, microphone check three... You tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E... Now check me out, it's back to the old school Where the niggaz get their strap on, don't nobody cap on Slap on some D-R-E Or some funky ass shit by the D-O-double G-Y-D-O-double G Real G'z who drop K's, protect these N-U-T, so nigga please Peep out my manuscript You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit Byitch!! So recognize game from the gangsta Thangs will remain the same until I change 'em It's real easy to see... So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double G... I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street... I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street... I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street... I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street... I heard you wanna fuck with Dre... You picked the wrong, motherfuckin day... Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow... Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row... I heard you wanna fuck with Dre... You picked the wrong, motherfuckin day... Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow... Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row... I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street... I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street... |
