Yeah Detroit? Nu-uh, nuh-no he didn't! Ah! They do it again, What-what, Did you on these niggas two times Dr. Dre? Oh fo' sure! Uh-uh, naw, ya smell This is special here What-what, Yeah, it's a to the boogie baby Uh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie, Yeah, you know! What's crackin'
let me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp shit On shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit) on 'Guilty Conscience' at concerts And watch mosh 'til motherfuckers knock each other unconscious (Watch out now!) Some of these crowds that draws Is rowdy as Crenshaw when it's packed and full of cars Some of these crowds, me and Snoop draw, is niggas Crenshaw From Long Beach to South Whoa, not these niggas These grown-ass men with hair-triggers again (Hehe) You and army could harm me? D-R-E and Shady, with Doggy from Long (East-side!) Came a long way, to makin' these songs It'll be a wrong move, to at me the wrong way I got a uz', and I carry 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 niggas up and show em where da fuck I'm comin from I get the party crackin' the shit that I be spittin' son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, and run Got fifty guns, and I love all of 'em the same, bang bang! Damn baby what's your name? I forgot, what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga Hangin' in the club, with my nephew (Whats up Slim?) Whattup (What up Snoop?) The White American Hope, done hooked up With the King of the West coast, bay-bay!
And you really wanna fuck, with me Only nigga I trust, is me Fuck around and me bust, this heat That's, the devil, they always wanna
I'm the head in charge, I'm watchin' you move You're found dead in your garage, with ten news coverage Gotta it, cause I expose the facade Your lungs is too small to hotbox with God All jokes aside, bounce with us Standin' over you a twelve gauge, about to bust It's like ashes to ashes and to dust I might leave in the body bag, but never in So who do you trust? just not rugged enough things get rough I'm in the club shootin' with Puff Bitch, please, you must a mental disease Assume the position and get back on your knees, come on
And you don't wanna fuck, with me Only nigga I trust, is me Fuck around and make me bust, heat That's, the devil, they always wanna
And you really wanna fuck, with me Only nigga I trust, is me around and make me bust, this heat That's, the devil, they always wanna
Aw naw, big dog Eighty pound balls, dick six inch Back up, in the, bay-bay Shday! so crazy! Gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til White Pickets outside the Interscope 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 walk around flippin' the Livin' the urban life, like a white kid from the Dreamin' at night of screamin' at moms, schemin' to Run away from and grow to be as evil as me I want you all to notice me and people to see That somewhere down, there's a decent human being in me It just can't be found, so the reason been seeing this me Is cause this is me now, the recent dude being this mean So when you see me, up like a nerd on T-V Or heard the C-D usin' the fag word so just me being me, here want me to tone it down? Suck my dick, you fagot You happy Look I start some everywhere that I go (that I go) Ask the bouncers in the club they know (cause they know) I start some 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 don't really fuck, with me Only that I trust, is me around and make me bust, this heat That's, the devil, they wanna dance
And you don't really wanna fuck, me nigga that I trust, is me Fuck around and make me bust, heat That's, the devil, always wanna dance
and forever Slim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, X to the Z, Nate on, yeah!