Yeah Detroit? 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 special right What-what, Yeah, a toast to the boogie baby Uh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie, Yeah, you know! crackin' Dre?
Just let me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp On Slim's shit and riots like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit) Throw on 'Guilty Conscience' at And watch mosh pits 'til motherfuckers each other unconscious (Watch out now!) Some of these crowds that draws Is as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and full of cars of these crowds, me and Snoop draw, is niggas from Crenshaw From Long Beach to Central Whoa, not niggas again These grown-ass men with hair-triggers again (Hehe) You and what could harm me? D-R-E and Shady, Doggy from Long Beach (East-side!) Came a long way, to makin' these play It'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the way I got a uz', and I carry it all day (Blaow!) Sometimes it's a nightmare, just bein' Andre, But I
Somehow, tell 'em, nigga You about Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg) Now let me cut these niggas up and show em where da fuck I'm comin I get the party crackin' from the shit that I be 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, you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed 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 motherfuckin' coast, bay-bay!
And you don't really wanna fuck, me Only nigga I trust, is me Fuck around and make me bust, this That's, the devil, they always dance
I'm the head nigga in charge, I'm you move You're found dead in your garage, ten o'clock news coverage Gotta love it, cause I the facade Your little lungs is too small to with God All aside, come bounce with us Standin' over you with a twelve gauge, about to It's like ashes to and dust to dust I might in the body bag, but never in cuffs So who do you trust? They not rugged enough When things get rough I'm in the club with Puff Bitch, please, you have a mental disease Assume the position and get back on your knees, come on
And you really wanna fuck, with me Only that I trust, is me around and make me bust, this heat That's, the devil, they always dance
And you really wanna fuck, with me nigga that I trust, is me Fuck around and make me bust, this That's, the devil, they always wanna
Aw naw, big dog Eighty pound balls, six inch long Back up, in the, heezy Shday! so crazy! Gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy Pickets outside the Interscope offices night What if he's right? I'm just a criminal, a living Off of the misery, what in the world gives me the right To say I like, and walk 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 from home and to be as evil as me I just you all to notice me and people to see That somewhere deep down, there's a human being in me It just can't be found, so the reason you've been this me Is cause this is me now, the recent dude who's this mean So you see me, dressin' up like a nerd on T-V Or heard the C-D the fag word so freely It's just me being me, want me to tone it down? Suck my fuckin' dick, you You happy here I some trouble 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 back and shoot the up with a four-four (a four-four)
And you don't wanna fuck, with me nigga that I trust, is me Fuck and make me bust, this heat That's, the devil, they always wanna
And you really wanna fuck, with me Only nigga 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!