Yeah what-up Nu-uh, nu-uh he didn't! Ah! didn't do it again, What-what, Did you shit on these niggas two times Dr. Oh fo' sure! Uh-uh, naw, ya smell This is special right What-what, Yeah, it's a toast to the boogie Uh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie, Yeah, you know! What's crackin'
Just let me lay back and kick mo' simplistic pimp shit On Slim's shit and start riots Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit) Throw on 'Guilty Conscience' at And watch mosh pits motherfuckers knock each other unconscious (Watch out now!) Some of these that Slim draws Is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's and full of cars of these crowds, me and Snoop draw, is niggas from Crenshaw From Beach to South Central Whoa, not niggas again These grown-ass ignorant men with again (Hehe) You and what could harm me? D-R-E and Shady, with Doggy Long Beach (East-side!) Came a way, to makin' these songs play It'll be a move, to stare at me the wrong way I got a long uz', and I it all day (Blaow!) Sometimes it's like a nightmare, bein' Andre, But I
Somehow, tell 'em, nigga You know Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg) Now let me cut these niggas up and show em where da fuck I'm from I get the party crackin' from the that I be spittin' son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, and run Got about guns, and I love all of 'em the same, bang bang! Damn baby girl what's name? I forgot, you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed in the club, with my nephew Eminem (Whats up Slim?) cu'? (What up Snoop?) The Great White American Hope, done up With the King of the motherfuckin' coast, bay-bay!
And you don't wanna fuck, with me nigga that I trust, is me Fuck around and make me bust, heat That's, the devil, they always wanna
I'm the nigga in charge, I'm watchin' you move You're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news Gotta love it, cause I expose the Your little is too small to hotbox with God All jokes aside, come bounce us Standin' over you with a twelve gauge, to bust It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust I might leave in the bag, but never in cuffs So who do you trust? They just not rugged things get rough I'm in the club shootin' with Puff Bitch, please, you have a mental disease Assume the position and get back down on your knees, on
And you don't really fuck, with me nigga that I trust, is me Fuck around and make me bust, heat That's, the devil, they always wanna
And you don't really fuck, with me Only that I trust, is me Fuck and make me bust, this heat That's, the devil, they wanna dance
Aw naw, big dog Eighty pound balls, dick six inch up, in the, heezy bay-bay Shday! so crazy! Gimme the mic, let me recite, Timothy White Pickets the Interscope offices every night What if he's right? I'm just a criminal, makin' a Off of the misery, what in the world gives me the right To say what I like, and around flippin' the bird Livin' the life, like a white kid from the 'burbs at night of screamin' at moms, schemin' to leave Run away home and grow to be as evil as me I just want you all to me and people to see somewhere deep down, there's a decent human being in me It just be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me Is cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this So when you see me, dressin' up a nerd on T-V Or heard the C-D usin' the fag word so It's just me being me, here want me to tone it Suck my dick, you fagot You now? here I start some everywhere that I go (that I go) Ask the bouncers in the club cause they (cause they know) I some shit they throw me out the back do' (the back do') Come and shoot the club up with a four-four (a four-four)
And you really wanna fuck, with me Only that I trust, is me Fuck and make me bust, this heat That's, the devil, they always wanna
And you don't really fuck, with me Only that I trust, is me Fuck and make me bust, this heat That's, the devil, always wanna dance
2001 and Slim Shady, Dr. Dre, Dogg, X to the Z, Nate Dogg on, yeah!