Yeah what-up Nu-uh, nuh-no he didn't! Ah! They do it again, What-what, Did you shit on these niggas two Dr. Dre? Oh fo' sure! Uh-uh, naw, ya that? This is right here What-what, Yeah, it's a to the boogie baby Uh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie, Yeah, you know! What's Dre?
let me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp shit On Slim's shit and start like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit) on 'Guilty Conscience' at concerts And watch mosh pits 'til motherfuckers knock each other (Watch out now!) Some of these crowds that Slim Is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and of cars Some of crowds, me and Snoop draw, is niggas from Crenshaw Long Beach to South Central Whoa, not niggas again These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers (Hehe) You and what army could me? D-R-E and Shady, Doggy from Long Beach (East-side!) a long way, to makin' these songs play It'll be a move, to stare at me the wrong way I got a uz', and I carry it all day (Blaow!) it's like a nightmare, just bein' Andre, But I
Somehow, someway 'em, nigga You know about (Snoop Dogg) Now let me cut niggas up and show em where da fuck I'm comin from I get the party crackin' from the shit that I be son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, and run Got about fifty guns, and I all of 'em the same, bang bang! Damn girl what's your name? I forgot, you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed in the club, with my nephew Eminem (Whats up Slim?) Whattup (What up Snoop?) The White American Hope, done hooked up With the of the motherfuckin' West coast, bay-bay!
And you really wanna fuck, with me Only that I trust, is me Fuck around and make me bust, this That's, the devil, they wanna dance
I'm the head nigga in charge, I'm watchin' you You're dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage Gotta love it, I expose the facade Your little is too small to hotbox with God All aside, come bounce with us Standin' over you with a gauge, about to bust It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust I leave in the body bag, but never in cuffs So who do you trust? They not rugged enough When things get I'm in the club shootin' with Puff Bitch, please, you must a mental disease the position and get back down on your knees, come on
And you don't really fuck, with me Only nigga I trust, is me Fuck around and make me bust, this That's, the devil, they wanna dance
And you really wanna fuck, with me nigga that I trust, is me Fuck around and make me bust, heat That's, the devil, always wanna dance
Aw naw, big dog Eighty balls, dick six inch long Back up, in the, heezy Shday! so crazy! Gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til White Pickets outside the offices every night What if he's I'm just a criminal, makin' a living Off of the world's misery, 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 Dreamin' at night of screamin' at moms, 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 can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me Is cause this is me now, the dude who's 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 It's just me being me, here want me to it down? Suck my fuckin' dick, you You happy Look I start some trouble 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 back and shoot the club up a four-four (a four-four)
And you don't really fuck, with me Only that I trust, is me Fuck around and make me bust, heat That's, the devil, they always dance
And you don't really wanna fuck, me Only 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, Dogg, X to the Z, Nate Dogg on, yeah!