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1. _ No Diggity
Artist: blackstreet featuring dr. dre & queen pen
Hey, yeah ya know what?
I like the players
No diggity, no doubt
Play on play that
Play on play that
Yo dre drop the verse
[dr. dre]
It's going down fad to blackstreet
The homeys got abby collab creations funk like acne
No doubt i put it down never slouch
As long as my credit could vouch
A dog couldn't catch me, *ass* out
Tell me who could stop with dre makin' moves
Attracting honeys like a magnet
Giving them ig-asms with my mellow accent
Still moving his flavor with the homeys blackstreet & teddy
The original rump shakers
[teddy riley]
Shorty get down, good lord
Baby got 'em open all over town
Strickly biz she don't play around
Cover much grounds
Got game by the pound
Gettin paid is her forte
Each and every day true player way
I can't get her outta my mind
I think about the girl all the time
East side to the west side
Push your fat rides it's no surprise
She got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby your a perfect 10, i wanna get in
Can i get down so i can win
Chorus:
I like the way you work it (no diggity)
I got to bag it up
I like the way you work it (no diggity)
I got to bag it up (bag it up girl)
I like the way you work it (no diggity)
I got to bag it up (bag it up)
I like the way you work it (no diggity)
I got to bag it up
[blackstreet]
She's got class and style
Street knowledge, buy the pound
Baby never act wild, very low key on the profile
Catching villians is a no
Let me tell you how it goes
Curve's the word, spin's the verb
Lovers it curves so freak what you heard
Rollin with the fatness
You don't even know what the half is
You gotta pay to play
Just for shorty bang bang to look your way
I like the way you work it
Trump tight all day, everyday
You're blowing my mind, maybe in time
Baby i can get you with my ride
(chorus)
Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo
(hey yo that girl looks good)
Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo
(play on play on player)
Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo
(you're my kind of girl)
Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo
[queen pen]
Cuz that's my peeps and we rows "d"
Flying first class from ny city to blackstreet
What chu know about me
Not a *motha fuckin'* thing
Cartier wooded frames supported by my shorty
Ask for me
Icy gleem and pinky diamond ring
We be's the baddest click up on this scene
Ain't you getting bored with these fake ass broads
High shows and proves, no doubt
I be diggin' you so
Please excuse if i come across rude
That's just me and that's how a player's got to be
Stay kickin' game with a capital "g"
Ask the peoples on my block i'm as real as can be
Word is born
Faking moves never been my thing
So teddy pass the word to your *nigga* chauncey
I'll be sending a car, lets say around 3:30
Queen pen and blackstreet, it's no diggity
(chorus)
Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo
Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo
Yeah, come on
Jackie in full effect
Lisa in full effect
Nicky in full effect
Tomeka in full effect
Ladies in full effect
Ain't nothing goin' on but the rent
Yeah play on play that
Play on play on
Cuz i like it
No diggity, no doubt, yeah
Blackstreet productions
We out, we out right
We out, we out...
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2. _ Zoom
Artist: dr. dre and ll cool j
[dr. dre]
I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it
Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah
*repeat 2x*
Yeah, yeah, come on
[ll cool j]
Uh, you know you a freak
Before the album went platinum, ya hardly speak
And now you're skin grinnin, gassed off the chrome rims and
Twenty room mansion, i rest my timb's in
Uhh, i feel it how ya shake it
Rings in ya belly, i can't take it
Toss up your moet, money make it
Last week frontin, tonight butt naked
I got the flava, make em zoom-a-zoom
The ll cool j, [fuck it] give me room
Looked up in my eyes as i lowered the boom
Twenty thousand freaks packed up in one room, uhh
[dr. dre]
All i wanna do, is zoom-a-zoom zoom zoom
(mmmm, whatchu wanna do) uhh, whatchu wanna do?
*repeat 2x*
[dr. dre]
Once again it's on, can't be home
The crime got me in the zone; homies blowin up the celly phone
The world knew i had to come once mo'
And just to let y'all know, i do my thing and still blow
Nuff to burn ten mill' cells, confirmed
The most anticipated since tyson's return
So come on everybody let's all get down
Cause what we have, is a brand new sound
[ll cool j]
All the mommies in the house gettin live tonight
They wanna (zoom zoom zoom, zoom zoom-zoom)
And all my dogs feel the vibe tonight
They wanna (zoom zoom zoom, zoom zoom-zoom)
Say what?
[dr. dre]
All i wanna do, is zoom-a-zoom zoom zoom
(mmmm, whatchu wanna do) uhh, whatchu wanna do?
[dre] all i wanna do, is zoom-a-zoom zoom zoom
[ll] dre, whatchu wanna do?
[dre] mr. smith, it's on you, uh
[ll cool j]
In other words, it's gon' be like that
You young boys is blind, i'm seein them cats
Evolutionary (what?) revolutionary and legendary
I got a climax waiting for each and every cherry
I'm like a narcotic, niggaz is microscopic
Dr. dre and cool j, is the topic
Forever, my lyrics is rough and energetic
Them cats is blazin? i don't get it, they cosmetic
If shorty wanna step up? i'll twist his neck up
You can't get no money battling me; that's like ripping your check up
What partna? take ten paces and turn around
That quick, yo' whole ghost town is burnin down (woooof!)
What i spit, manipulates whole clicks
Make em conversate on how real niggaz ride my dick
It's like a serum, i just can't hear em
All them new niggaz poppin new shit, i never fear em
As we proceed
To give you what you need
Satisfaction guaranteed
Work and die
Yeah, yeah
[dr. dre]
I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it
Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah
*repeat 3x*
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3. _ Ghetto Fabulous
Artist: ras kass featuring dr. dre, ice-t, mack 10
[ice-t] i got juice but i can't stop no ocean liner baby!
[ras] i'm down with you baby, i'm there
[ice-t] man don't miss this it's gonna be fabulous
...
[ras] we ghetto fabulous baby
The best food, drink, and women that money can buy
Verse one: ras kass
Every day of my life is off the ringer
That's guaranteed, like a fistfight on jerry springer
I got the hottest flow to hit the street since lava
So holla, we all hustle for dollar dollars
From sac to houston, new orleans to d.c.
*girls laughing* to beep beep
Bangin, catch me with a dimepiece next to me
My body all over your body like lsg
Neighborhood celeb with the keys to my city like the mayor
Rookies askin us how to be a playa
Get in where you fit in, and never get your ghetto pass revoked
No matter how much money you make
Stay true to the game loc, guest list terror clothes
In jeans and tennis shoes, breakin your strict dress codes
Spit lyrical bricks, thirteen deep
So i can be richer than master p sellin ghetto d
Chorus: mack 10
Ghetto, fabulous
Money make the world go round so let's handle this
Ghetto, fabulous
Broadcastin live from los angeles
We ghetto, fabulous
Money make the world go round so let's handle this
Ghetto, fabulous
Broadcastin live from los angeles
Verse two: dr. dre
You ain't heard of me, you ain't listenin hard enough
Started in compton servin from a ice cream truck
Now ten years later whippin a custom navigator
Steppin on your toes playa, stuffin up your alligators
I'm ghetto, like newport cigarettes, feel me
Boom bap and slap that ass silly
This is for the full time students slash part time strippers
And young niggaz, clockin at least five figures
Some of us pro atheletes, some of us rap over fat beats
Some of us hustle in the streets
Twenty deep in club nikki's so you know we gots to mingle
[???] off a pocket full of singles, huh
And it's all bueno, musical mafia like frank sinatra
Pop a thirteen shot glock to make you go see the doctor
Ain't nuttin nice
From hood to hood, love livin the lavish life
(chorus)
Verse three: ras kass
Nigga stu-b-doo in the gs, three ooh ooh
Playin number two tekken, zero to sixty
In six point seven seconds *tires screech* hangin out the window
Actin up, chickenheads like "you doin fo' months!"
Flexin the rolex oyster perpetual, thirty-five diamonds
Across the face, still eatin out foam cups and paper plates
We don't call it playa hatin in the nine-eight, it's p.i.
That's pass intereference, automatic first down
Want juice like tupac, then obey your thirst clown
Be in the pj's in ny, rockin dk
Mix ej with oj, ok, we say
"l.a. niggaz got crazy came
Like john elway got a superbowl ring"
The homies down for whatever, we stack the chedda
Swiss bank accounts, and mo' mozzarella fella
(chorus)
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4. _ Let Me Ride (remix)
Artist: dr. dre featuring snoop doggy dogg, dat nigga daz, jewell
Intro: jewell
Uh no, ride with me, ooh babe
Uh no, ride with me, oh yeah
So many people wanna ride with me
Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me
And if you're down to ride with me
Cuz you're rollin with the row
Verse one: dr. dre, snoop doggy dogg
Creepin down the back street on deez
I got my glock cocked cuz niggas want these
Now soon as i said it
Seems i got sweated
By some nigga with a tek 9
Tryin ta take mine
Ya wanna make noise, make noise
I make a phone call my niggas comin like the gotti boys
Bodies bein found on greenleaf
With their fuckin heads cut off
Motherfucker i'm dre
So listen to the play-by-play
Day-by-day
Rollin in my '4 with sixteen switches
And got sounds for the bitches
Clockin all the riches
Got the hollow points for the snitches
So would you just walk on by
Cuz i'm too hard to lift
And no this ain't aerosmith
It's the motherfuckin d-r-e
From the cpt
On a rhymin spree
A straight g
Hop back as i pop my top ya trip
I let the hollow points commence to
Pop pop pop
Yeah
Cuz if it don't stop
I have to put my shit in reverse
Go back and take another stop
Cuz i'm
Rollin down the motherfuckin backstreets
Wit my drink and my cup and my strap in my lap, see
Ain't nothin but the g funk, bumpin in my ????
Hell yeah
[dre] with all the niggas sayin
Chorus: jewell
So many people wanna ride with me
Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me (hell yeah)
And if you're down to ride with me
Cuz you're rollin with the row!
(with all the niggas sayin)
So many people wanna ride with me
Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me (hell yeah)
And if you're down to ride with me
Cuz you're rollin with the row!
Verse two: dre, snoop
Just another motherfuckin day for dre
So i begin like this
No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists
It's just that gangster glare
With gangsta raps
That gangsta shit
Makes a gang of snaps
Uhh, word to the motherfuckin streets
And word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats
That i hit ya with
That i get ya with
As i groove in my '4 on deez
Hittin the switches
Bitches relax while i get my proper swerve on
Bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on
But before i hit the dope spot
I gotta get the chronic, the remy martin and my soda pop
Now i'm smellin like indo-nesia
Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
Cuz my '4 on hit
Pancake front and back, side to side
And all that shit
So when i crawl i comes correct
Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga
Now let the chevrolet slide
As i dip a nigga trip to the south side
Yeah
Right back up in you it's the d-r-e
Witta ounce as we bounce thru the cpt
Diamond in the back, gators on the wheels
This is strictly for my bitches, now we're hittin in switches
Niggas gettin jealous cuz hos be on our dick
But dre don't give a fuck and i don't give a shit
So the '4 won't blow
Stoppin by the spot to get some indo
[dre] with all the motherfuckin bitches sayin
Chorus: jewell
So many people wanna ride with me
Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me (hell yeah)
And if you're down to ride with me
Cuz you're rollin with the row!
(with all the motherfuckin bitches sayin)
So many people wanna ride with me (check this out)
Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me ( no hell yeah!)
And if you're down to ride with me
Cuz you're rollin with the row!
Verse three: dat nigga daz
It's like long beach, compton, la and wotts
I come thru beatin down your block wit a million-plus watts
I burn double peelout, check it out, it's me now
It's young daz from the pad, homie, watch me skee'd out
I'm on a mission to mission with tha time for the streets
Me and my homeboys clownin we be bouncin to the beat
I come thru rattlin and shakin plus i break down walls
Me and my doggs ain't breakin no law
Put the ???? in the verse, took a sip for the thirst
Swervin by the curb while blazin the 'erb, nickel bird
She got my sounds, the way i floss throughout the town
Me and my partners from the row, partners from the pound
Big style, joe coomey and snoop, nate and kurupt
Tray deee, technique, badass and doggystyle
Put it work, day and night, night and day, but any day (hell yeah)
You come around the way you won't live the next day
Check it out!
Chorus: jewell
So many people wanna ride with me (with everybody sayin)
Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me
And if you're down to ride with me (hell yeah)
Cuz you're rollin with the row!
So many people wanna ride with me (yeah)
And if you're down to ride with me
Cuz you're rollin with the row! (you wanna ride?)
Outro: dre, (daz)
I said swing down sweet chariot stop and, (what? what?) let me ride
(cuz you're rollin with the row!)
Swing down (word) sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Swing down sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Swing down sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Yeah ha ha
Yeah (check it out), you wanna ride with me
Uh, wit everybody sayin
(wit all my niggas with the humps and the bumps in the truck)
(they keep on fuckin with niggas rollin down) uh (what you want?)
Knowi'msayin? (come on let me ride, come on nigga let me ride)
Uh uh, (feelin good like ya should) ass
(homie what you're doin) grass
(when you're up to no good) a gas
(doin what you're feelin, let me ride) nobody rides free
(let me ride) hell yeah
(doin what you're feelin, ya cold chillin)
(doin what you want, top billin)
(motherfucker) knowhuti'msayin? (let'cha ride) huh huh huh huh
(i let'cha ride) yeah, you wanna ride?
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5. _ Natural Born Killaz
Artist: dr. dre & ice cube
[dr. dre]
Journey with me
Into the mind of a maniac
Doomed to be a killer
Since i came out the nutsac
I'm in a murderous mindsate
With a heart full of terror
I see the devil in the mirror
Buck buck, lights out
Cause when i get my sawed off
Niggaz get hauled off (ice cube: haha barrel one)
Touches your motherfuckin flesh (ice cube: barrel two)
Shoots your fuckin heart out your chest
You see i'm quick to let the hammer go click
On my tec-9 so if you try to reck mine
Fool it's your bad time
Feel the blast of the chocolate bomber
Infra red aimed at your head
Like your name was sarah conner
Decapitatin i ain't hesitatin
To put you in the funderal home
With a bullet in your dome
I'm hot like lava
You got a problem?
I got a problem solver
And his name is revolver
It's like a deadly game of freeze tag
I touch you with a 44 mag
And your frozen inside a boddy bag
Nobody iller
Than this graveyard filler
Cap peeler
Cause i'm a natural born killa
[ice cube]
Terror illistrates my era
Now i cant hang around my momma
Cause i scare her
I'm quick to blast motherfucker
(dr. dre: yeah what's up)
It feels like i'm bustin a nut
When i open you up
Cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist
All you weak motherfuckers give my ring a kiss
Cause i'm givin dirt naps
Comin with them bomb ass raps
To make your lungs collapse
Perhaps, you never sleep
Cause evertime you doze
You catch blows to the motherfuckin nose
Ain't seen the sun, in 66 days
Let me count the ways in a fucked up maze
I never ever ever made a hoe stay
But i'm down with dre
Like ac is down with oj
So fuck how your livin
I'm the unforgivin
Psycho drivin
Murdera
It's authentic
Don't panic
I can't stand it
God damn it
Scizophrenic
So fuck charlie manson
I'll snatch him out of his truck
Hit 'em with a brick
And i'm dancin
[rbx]
Mass murderer, natural born killla,
And i don't wanna die
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna
I don't wannaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa die!
[ice cube]
I dont understand the logic in my dreams
But i understand i like the sound of sireens
Terrified screams from the streams
Of strycnine
Dumpin on any motherfucker tryin to trick mine
Cause motherfuckers wanna violate
Now they stiff and cold
And they pupils won't dialate
It's so much pain
Migraine
Headache
I can hear his bones break
He steps in the single door
Gets his ass whipped with 20 lashes
Like that dude up in singapore
So i'm a pull a fuckin jeffrey dahmer
Now i'm suicidal, just like nirvana
[dr. dre]
Tic toc
Toc tic toc tic
Dr. dre and ice cube on some murderous shit
Keepin niggaz in order
Makin there live shorter
Ready to slaughter
Cause to me a life ain't worth a quarter
Or a dime
Mushroom's got my mind
Hallicinatin
Ain't no debatin
I'm creatin an escape
Route to be out without a doubt
Scot free, so don't even think about tryin to stop me
Cause i can't wait
I'm out the gate
On the for realla
A thrilla
Or a natural born killa
[ice cube]
Gi-gi gi-gi ga-ga
They call me da-da
6 million ways to murder
Choose one
Lose one soul
Bodies turn cold
Natural fright from niggaz goin bump in the night
Should i peely
Should i kill her in my iller
Then a natural born killa
*repeats 3x*
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6. _ Keep Their Headz Ringin
Intro:
Yeah, whattup, this is dr. dre
The party's goin on
Thank god it's friday
["buck buck buck buck booyaka shan!" - krs one" repeat 4x]
Chorus:
Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong ring-gading ding ding dong)
Repeat 2x
Verse one:
[hey you, sittin over there] say what?
[you better get up out of your chair] that's right
[and work your body down] yeahhh...
[no time to funk around, cause we gon....]
Funk, you, right on up
So get up, get a move on, and get your groove on
It's the d-r-e the spectacular
In a party i go for your neck so call me blackula
As i drain a niggaz jugular vein
And maintain to leave blood stains so don't complain
Just chill, listen to the beats i spill
Keepin it real, enables me to make another meal
Still, niggaz run up and try to kill at will
But get popped like a pimple, so call me clearasil
I wipe niggaz off the face of the earth since birth
I been a bad nigga, now let me tell you what i'm worth
More than a stealth bomber, i cause drama
The enforcer, music flows like a flying saucer
Or a 747 jet, never forget
I'm that nigga that keeps the hoes panties wet
The mic gets smoked, once you hear the beat kick
With grooves so funky, they come with a speed stick
So check the flavor that i'm bringin
The motherfuckin d-r-e, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin
(chorus)
Verse two:
One-two for the crew, three-fo' for the dough
Five for the hoe, six-seven-eight for death row
Mad niggaz about to feel the full effect of intellect
So i can collect respect, plus a check
Now i fin' to, get into to, my mental
Will take care of this business i need to attend to, cuz my rent's due
And this rap shit's my meal ticket
So you god damn right i'm gonna kick it, or get evicted
I bring terror like stephen king
A black casanova, runnin niggaz over like christine
When i rock the spot with the flavor i got
I kick plenty of ass, so call me an astronaut
As i blast past another nigga's ass that thought he was strong
But i smoke him like grass, just like cheech and chong
When i flow, niggaz know, it's time to take a hike
Cause i grab the mic and flip my tongue like a dyke
I got rhymes to keep you enchanted
Produce a smokesscreen with the funky green to keep your eyes slanted
So check the flavor that i'm bringin
The motherfuckin d-r-e, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin
(chorus)
Verse three:
Debonairre with flair, i scare wear and tear
Without a care, runnin shit as if i was a mayor
But i ain't no politician, no competition
Sendin all opposition to see a mortician
I'm up front, never in the back drop
Step on stage and get faded just like a flat top
Your rhyme sounds like you bought em at stop n go
Dre came to wax you so, just call me mop n glow
Many tried to, but just can't rock with
I'm 6-1, 225, a pure chocolate
Your chances of jackin me are slim g
Cause i rock from summer til santa comes down the chimney
Ho ho ho, and so, as i continue to flow
Cause yo, i'm just a fly negro
So, check the flavor that i'm bringin
The motherfuckin d-r-e, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin
(chorus)
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7. _ Lil' Ghetto Boy (remix)
Artist: dr. dre featuring snoop doggy dogg
The ghetto 8x
[snoop doggy dogg]
Wake up, jumped out my bed
I'm in a two man cell with my homie lil' 1/2 dead
Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear god, i wonder can you save me?
I'm only eighteen, so i'm a young buck
It's a ride, if i don't scrap, i'm gettin' stuck
But that's the life of g, i guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in the chest
Best run cause brothers is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them dogs
Gettin' that rep as a young hog
It ain't nothin' like the street life
You better be strapped with your shank
Cause ain't no fist fight
So i guess i gots to handle mine
Since i did the crime, i gots to do my time
Chorus:
We run game in the ghetto
We gets high in the ghetto
We gets shot in the ghetto
You might get stuck in the ghetto
Lil' ghetto boy
[dr. dre]
Now i'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on swoll
Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the money
That i be makin' soon as i touch them streets
Things done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it ain't no thang to me
Cause now i'm what they call a loced ass o.g.
The little homies from the hood with grip
Are the ones i get with cause i'm down to set trip
Nigga, i'm bigger than you, so whatcha wanna do?
Didn't know he had a twenty-two
Straight sittin' behind his back
I grabbed his pockets and then i heard six caps
I fell to the ground with blood on my hands
I didn't understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I used to be the same way back
I guess that's what i get (for what?)
For tryin' to jack the little homies for they grip
(chorus)
[snoop doggy dogg]
Somethin' for the real o.g.'s to get with
Some facts made our made
Now you runnin' but i'm played
Like every single day, really doe
You know me, i'm the smooth macadamian
Gamin'em for my homie
No need in be uncalm, if you pack right
And learnin' just enough to keep your sack tight
Late nights, i wonder what they get in for?
Early mornin' on the corners, what they hittin' for?
Seven young g's put they serve down
In a g ride, eastside's where they swerve now
Not thinkin' about what's really goin' on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent four years in the county
With nothin' but convicts around me
But now i'm back at the pound
And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them ends you can make
Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your mama to trip
Cause you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip
(chorus)
Lil' ghetto boy
That's the life of a g, i guess
The ghetto 3x
That's the life of a g
That's the life of a g, i guess
The ghetto 3x
That's the life of a g. the ghetto
That's the life of a g, i guess
The ghetto
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8. _ U Better Recognize
Artist: sam sneed featuring dr. dre
Verse one: sam sneed (dr. dre)
(i heard sam was going solo) god damn, you didn't know so,
Well i can blast fast so freak an ill type of slow flow.
I'm hitting harder than berry boss so check the golden child,
Throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild.
But truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off niggaz proper,
Did dirt, did west cause i clown coppers (yeah).
Do hip-hop, rap, compose 'em most, i couldn't see me,
Mad advanced and my skills are all about the dollar bills.
From pittsburgh to cali dropping bombs like that,
Was on the d.l. with the squad so i couldn't hold it back.
Black, i regulate i buzz a big gate figure,
Mobbing with the ill nigga, with his finger on a bigger trigger.
Serving all (saps), hitting sevens on the (simps),
Making do', eating shrimps, locing with some real pimps (yeah).
So peep game, best believe i love my peeps
That's why i make the type of music you can pump in your jeeps
(that's right).
So buck my sound, i put it down for the underground,
I got the women cause i'm slamming, jamming.
Got it going on this time for this new producer to rise,
So open your eyes, i think you better recognize.
Hook: dr. dre (sam sneed)
Once again it's the man with the masterplan,
They call him sam and i (think you better recognize) (2x)
Verse two: sam sneed (dr. dre)
I remember days on the blocks where i slang slung played punk cops
And mad props cause i ran with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to uzi's i made g's (say what?),
Them build up enough luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo i stood on my own to pulling capers
I'm a sneaky slick nigga, i never had to pull the trigger (right).
I mack, and on top and that i'm used to staying wicked with just 24-7,
You can ask my ex-hooker.
But now i'm on some new improved shit,
Making hits, stacking chips, now everything's legitimate.
I flipped the scrip a long time ago, on the five-o,
When i had to scope with this new way to make my cash flow (uhm).
Yes indeedy, i wasn't greedy, got my niggaz out the gutter,
Now they're rolling with the sam sneezy.
Hip hop fanatic causing static in the industry,
These whack creators, i call 'em imitators (ah yeah).
Been trying to see me, but see i'm unexplainetory,
With the fame and glory, that's why i gotta tell my story.
With no disguise, a lot of niggaz despise,
Because i'm on an uprise, so i think you better recognize.
Hook: dr. dre (sam sneed)
Once again it's the man with the masterplan,
They call him sam and i (think you better recognize) (2x)
(think you better recognize) (2x)
Verse three: sam sneed (dr. dre)
Well i'm back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy,
So fire up a blunt let's have an end of the sanity.
Crazy shot outs giving pounds to all my niggaz,
Hitting all the hookers by the dozen, cause they dig us (trick).
Fuck what you've heard, recognize what you be seeing,
It's time to earn truth to the game human being.
I'm that little bass nigga trying to get mine, fuck a nine,
Cause i'll incline with the mastermind.
I got my crew in my corner so i can't loose,
Cause i'm paying mad douze in this record biz, i don't snooze.
And suckers be popping at those idiotic egosytible type of flimflam,
I can't be faded sam-am.
Playing with the hustlers never dealing with the knucklehead bollers,
Cause boys play with toys and scholars play with dollars.
I'm a mack of my own right, plus my game is tight,
Baby get it right, i ain't the one, so take flight.
Bitches give my mad rep, nothing but the brazen off tempo,
Thinking they can get my loot, i never trip to knock the boots.
I gotta be wise, when time to dip between the thies,
All eyes on the price, so i think you better recognize.
Hook: dr. dre: (sam sneed)
Once again it's the man with the masterplan,
They call him sam and i (think you better recognize) (2x)
Once again it's the man with the masterplan,
They call him sam and i (think you better recognize) (2x)
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9. _ Ask Yourself A Question (bonus Cut) *
Kurupt featuring dr. dre
* this song is one of three special bonus cuts of the double cd
Intro: kurupt
Check it out
Here's a penny for your thoughts
A nicklebag of bliss
An m-16 with eighteen clips
I'm all set to bust, treacherous
Illustrious, homie don't question us
Just ask yourself the question
How many hoes can i fuck in one night?
Just ask yourself the question, nigga
How many niggaz can i blast on sight?
Verse one: kurupt
I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga
Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump
I pop pistols, that's all i do
I pop one at him and pop two at you
I'm illusive, i'ma glock it
Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket
I rip your pockets of the side of your pants
You glare to the side and you glance, i'm in my g-boy stance
How the fuck you make it this far?
No matter where you at, or who you are
People treat me like kareem abdul jabbar
I hear ooh's and aah's when i jumps in my car
Just from last night you can tell
That i'm addicted to the fast life
Shouts out to my homeboys mad and quell
You go on and fuck misty, while i fuck michelle
Chorus: kurupt
Just ask yourself the question
How many hoes can i fuck in one night?
Just ask yourself the question
How many niggaz can i blast on sight?
Just ask yourself the question
(girl: is it cool to ride) or is it cool to fuck?
Just ask yourself the question
I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us
Verse two: kurupt
What you wanna do, penetrate me?
Bump my crib? bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?
I never thought a nigga would trip
Off a little piece of ass that he know he could get
Any day (any day) and any time (any time)
You'se a vegetarian (what?), i like beef, turkey and pork
Fish and chips, chips and dip
Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork
I'm not too picky nigga, kurupt young gotti
A.k.a. low ricky nigga (what up momma?)
Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.
On a creep homie, wake up
Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it
Look, i'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga
Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself
Chorus: dr. dre & kurupt
Just ask yourself the question
How many hoes can i fuck in one night?
Just ask yourself the question
How many niggaz can i blast on sight?
Just ask yourself the question
(girl: is it cool to ride) or is it cool to fuck?
Just ask yourself the question
I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us
Verse three: dr. dre
What the fuck is up? man life's a bitch
You gotta put your pistol to the sky,
Kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool
Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)
I thought the same way, back in the days
Young, with a lack on daily things
Never thought too much, homie, never trip
I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks
Look out for them niggaz out to catch us
So i'ma stay forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)
Niggaz get swallowed in the game
I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame
Yo nigga, that shit sounds like i did it
Don't blaze the ??? without the top bullet
Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches
With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom
Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons
With the little homeboys, t-bone and cartoons
Motherfucker don't ask me for shit
Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch
Chorus: kurupt
Just ask yourself the question
How many hoes can i fuck in one night?
Just ask yourself the question
How many niggaz can i blast on sight?
Just ask yourself the question
(girl: is it cool to ride) or is it cool to fuck?
Just ask yourself the question
I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us
What, what?
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10. _ Puffin On Blunts And Drankin Tanqueray
Artist: dr. dre featuring dat nigga daz & lady of rage[lady of rage]
All ways and forever, forever and all ways
The rhythm will flow from now and through all days
As long as the sun shines
As long as eisenours on the dime
Yo, i'll be kickin the rhyme
One time for ya mind, your soul your body
D-o-g's on the side of me, smooth as e & j
Hard as bacardi smackin those yaddy-yacks and ducks keep quackin
Hands that are clappin end up cracklin
Under the heat the pressure from the one thats deffer
Egyptian ruler will call me cleo ro nefertiti yes indeedi
Got the eyes of the beedie-body from tahiti
Voice of the will lyrics blow
Chills up ya spine thats illslow
All thoughts in ya mind drop a yo
Came in the front but you be kicked through the back door
For tryin to step, tryin to come incorrect
Tryin to play the left, tryin to start a mess
Tryin to cause fuss, tryin to raise a ruckus...huh
You'll end up ashes to ashes, dusk to dusk
A busta you musta been fuckin on drugs
And alcohol back off, all a yall up against the wall
Spread em, doggs go get em and
Cuff em and stuff em, cold shed em dont let em
Not a word, not another one heard
If you try you die, visions blurred, speech slurred
Served with a cherry on top
Rage in effect i just begun to rock
Yeah rock on witcha bad self rage!
Rock on witcha bad self rage!
Rock on witcha bad self rage!
Rock on witcha bad self....
[dat nigga daz]
Yo..im dat nigga daz who packs a tre-8 slug
A true nigga from the hood and the pound gives love
Yo see...niggas wanna be down but never came around
So back up off my nuts and stop sweatin the pound
You see niggas get broke off like 1,2,3
Cuz im the d-a to the..(d-a-to the..)
D-a- to the z
Now g'z pay attention to this young ass mack daddy
In a caddy-haddy, not known about the city
Where the niggas hang around
So i roll em up and hit em up wit the motherfuckin dogg pound
[kurupt]
I'm rough and rugged and up till to the dirt
I'm from the dogg pound nigga so im puttin in work
I'm no joke who the fuck you tryin to provoke
(1-8-7)it's cool how his ass got smoked
I don't drink no fuckin vsop
I drink the motherfuckin o.g., o-e
Im from the clik that be kickin the gangsta shit bitch
Real niggas real g'z wit real big dicks
I hit em up wit the pound
So what you wanna throw up
Claimin your cocaine or cavi when you blow up
Know what? the pounds in the motherfuckin house
Back again we try to get high as we kin
Dr.dre be kickin phat rhymes and produce and kick shit
I gets more wicked than beetlejuice
Motherfuckers get battered so scatter
Before i keep ya hostage a nigga hostage like the grim reaper
So im comin from my hood...what hood
You really like to know motherfucker i thought you knew
Motherfucker dont you know im stranded on the row
I take a look into the crowd kick a style a flow
I'm mashin, motherfuckers get murdered for action
Relax kid, your rollin wit a fuckin assasin
Outlasted did dirt the other day
Betray, the roll of a g, from the d-o double g
P-o-u-n-d, pound so bow-bow motherfuckin marks
The execute the start, when the chronic gets sparked
Im like ??
Wrecks i flex murderous rhymes to leave you all dead
What said is all said its already spoke
The dead is the dead i aint no fuckin joke
I murder motherfuckers as a hobby
One of my idols aint no joke so why in the fuck should i be
Fly me to the bahamas, ruff rhymer,
Dramas what your kickin, wicked is how im a
Approach ya, the locster, whos quick to up and smoke ya
Your lookin like a smoka, grinnin like the joker
I yolk ya from da back like a bitch talkin shit
But a bitch aint shit, cuz a bitch aint shit
But a ho and trick on my dick
Flip, lets take a trip to the dogg pound
Fools tryed to punk me when i was young but im a hog now
And i gets respect and i step wit a tec 9
Ready to put somethin up in that ass to give respect mine
Fool, deatrow aint lynchin and the pound aint mobbin
We all dont give a fuck run in your crib and start robbin
Throbbin, i'll break a nigga down in the 90's
Maxin at the pound wit my doggs is where you'll find me
Beeyatch..
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11. _ 187um (deep Cover Remix)
Artist: dr. dre featuring snoop doggy dogg*i can feel it*
Chorus: dr. dre (snoop doggy dogg)
Yeah, and you don't stop (it's still 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
Verse one: dr. dre
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.
Chorus: dr. dre (snoop doggy dogg)
Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
Verse two: snoop doggy dogg
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!"
Chorus: dr. dre (snoop doggy dogg)
Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
Verse three: snoop doggy dogg
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.
Chorus: dr. dre (snoop doggy dogg)
Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop)
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12. _ No One's Iller Than Me
Artist: eminem f/ swift, bizarre & fuzz
[bizarre]
Yeah...ha ha ha (bang!), yeah, bizarre kid comin' at you
Eminem and fuzz, and mr. swifty, ha ha
No one's iller than me (wha?)
No one, no one is iller than me
No one is iller than me
It's mr. swifty from the 313...
[swift]
I make rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes lickin' they fingers
Bring this competition and face this meanin'
Got your whole crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you can't beat us
While your whole crew treat us like g's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin rejects
While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
I'm like two-face, i'm painful to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how i gotta bend 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they bowels
Everything is foul when swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face like milk crates, blaaaow!
It's swifty from the 313
Like i said no one is iller than me, unnhh!
[bizarre]
Me and eminem and mike
Drivin' down van dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy jason
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 i'm facin'
Last week this old man i had to blast
Cuz he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til i checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the hell your tvs and vcrs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, i ain't been eatin' like i should
This wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bottles at day care centers and yell "everybody get out"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
Cuz she found out i was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece
No one, no one's iller than me
It's bizarre kid straight from the 313
No one, no one is iller than me
It's bizarre kid straight from the 313
[eminem]
Nobody better test me, cuz i don't wanna get messy
Especially when i step inside this bitch, dick freshly
New lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before i do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now i gotta take a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got boyfriends
Who gives a fuck who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl like cool j does
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz
Mics get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when i ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face without the grand masters
Slim shady, ain't nobody iller than me
[fuzz]
I run shit like an ass with legs
Massive lead to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of acid heads
Come to abort you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from past the edge
Rockin' the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll down the window
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red
You can get 'til that ass get red
Bizarre you get him and him, swift you get him and him
I'll get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga eminem
Never writer's block, i block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up screamin' get the cops quick!
And got drop kicked, now she screamin' "stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, fuzz scooter '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like i got tits
I shoot a rocket through your optic
You niggaz still don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my foot in your ass
And have you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from al by showin' him hot grits
(no one...)
Ain't nobody iller than me
[bizzare]
It's the mr. fuzzy from the 313
No one, no one is iller than me
It's eminem and swift from the 313
No one, no one is iller than me
It's fuzz and buzz-arre from the 313
You have now witnessed 4 ill emcees!
From the home of potholes and trash
We'll lyrically blast...
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