Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, See these fools but you can't see me, nigga Who am I? (It's motherfucker) Do or die (We gives a motherfucker) So slow your roll, I'm In like Janet The loc-est year old nigga that's on this planet it for granted, if ya want to, 'cause I'm gonna Grab my strap clear the corner, bitch!!
So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my your motherfucking hands in the air And if you give a shit Like we don't give a Wave your fingers in the air So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my Wave your hands in the air And if you don't give a we don't give a fuck Wave your hands in the air
Now on a one, two, who could it be Coming a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three So arrived nigga, back on up And let me and my Kurupt fuck shit up Now can't nobody see me here or I bails, I put it down on the ground 'cause ain't for sale in the Coupe With the beat off gold D's And my Snoop packs well, you know what I mean And it don't take much, for the Pound to bust a cap In your ass, for us all fucked up Now check it, it's a calling for niggas Doggs Who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitching hogs (Yes y'all) Walk the Doggs (yes y'all) Yiggy Stay full of gin and juice and have a ball
I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like Now how bitches must get dick? they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day Ya never ever I'd see him busting with Dr. Dre I grips mics, I rips mics in half Hoes be coming to my flat so I can tap ass
So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my Wave your motherfucking in the air And if you don't a shit Like we don't a shit your motherfucking fingers in the air So all my niggas and my and my bitches and my niggas Wave motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't a fuck Like we give a fuck your motherfucking hands in the air
You're my way, nigga you best to hit a you-turn quick So what's I'm capping shit up like a Western flick The of the clique, top notch 17 Glock cocked, so all nigga drop The run of the mill get broke off for trying to serve The best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, it's a murder fest I smoke chronic everyday, so what we Another motherfucker, getting served like cavy Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got full like 2Pac (plus I'm) rolling with two Fly motherfuckers can't see Hell-raising like Pinhead, beware I'm tearing shit the up Slow your roll, your legs was broken Who's joking? Rakim never joked, so why I loc? Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme doe em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row Mediocre motherfuckers die 'cause I'm it They can't fuck with or see me I'm mass (Smoking indo, look out my I suppose) Yeah (Niggas don't understand how we different flows) (I'm raw like new footage) I'm rugged a BF Goodrich (Bring your whole set and get your lynched) (Drop to your like a dog in heat) Peep the murderous and the poetical techniques
So all my bitches and my niggas and my and my bitches Wave your hands in the air And if you give a shit Like we don't give a Wave your motherfucking in the air So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my Wave motherfucking hands in the air And if you give a fuck Like we give a fuck Wave your hands in the air
Check it out, Rage, ready for the breakdown Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm putting my down And that's 175 of beed Beating yo' ass to the concrete Fool, act ya know I'm on Death Row with no where to go, so What's a to do Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you to do?
Throw guns in the motherfucking air, we don't care (Niggas don't give a nigga) About nothing at all, just my Doggs and clocking the bitch (Niggas give a fuck nigga) That's why I can kick it so tuff, 'cause times get ruff, my (Niggas give a fuck nigga) The clique I'm with, don't give a shit, ya why? (Real niggaz don't a fuck)
To all my and my niggas your motherfucking hands in the air To all my bitches and my Wave your motherfucking in the air To all my bitches and my And if you don't give a we don't give a shit Wave your fingers in the air