Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, See these other fools but you see me, nigga Who am I? (It's motherfucker) Do or die (We a fuck motherfucker) So your roll, I'm In Control like Janet The loc-est twenty-one old nigga that's on this planet it for granted, if ya want to, 'cause I'm gonna Grab my then clear the corner, bitch!!
So all my bitches and my niggas and my and my bitches Wave motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't a shit Like we give a shit Wave your fingers in the air So all my niggas and my and my bitches and my niggas Wave your motherfucking in the air And if you don't give a Like we don't a fuck Wave your motherfucking in the air
Now on a one, two, who could it be with a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three So arrived nigga, back on up And let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck up Now can't nobody see me here or Wherever I bails, I put it down on the 'cause ain't for sale in the Coupe With the beat off gold D's And my cousin Snoop packs well, you what I mean And it don't much, for the Dogg Pound to bust a cap In ass, for getting us all fucked up Now check it, it's a calling for niggas Doggs Who to be the shit, but steadily bitching like hogs (Yes y'all) Walk the Doggs (yes y'all) y'all Stay full of gin and juice and have a ball
I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like Now how many bitches must get Before say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day Ya never ever I'd see him busting with Dr. Dre Cause I grips mics, I rips mics in be coming to my flat so I can tap that ass
So all my bitches and my and my niggas and my bitches Wave your hands in the air And if you don't a shit Like we don't give a your motherfucking fingers in the air So all my and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas your motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't a fuck we don't give a fuck Wave motherfucking hands in the air
You're headed my way, 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 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga The run of the mill fool get broke off for trying to The best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, 'cause it's a fest I smoke chronic everyday, so have we Another motherfucker, served like some cavy Now who, drops (ruff rhymes) I got full like 2Pac (plus I'm) rolling two Glocks Fly can't see Kurupt Hell-raising like Pinhead, beware I'm shit the fuck up Slow your roll, like your was broken Who's joking? Rakim never joked, so why should I Now that's my idol, check the vital flow doe em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row Mediocre motherfuckers die I'm serving it They fuck with or see me I'm mass murdering (Smoking indo, look out my window I suppose) (Niggas don't understand how we different flows) (I'm raw like new footage) I'm like a BF Goodrich (Bring whole set and get your hood lynched) (Drop to your like a dog in heat) the murderous styles and the poetical techniques
So all my bitches and my and my niggas and my bitches Wave your hands in the air And if you don't a shit Like we don't give a Wave your fingers in the air So all my niggas and my and my bitches and my niggas your motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't a fuck we don't give a fuck Wave your motherfucking 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 yo' ass down to the concrete Fool, act ya know I'm stranded on 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 give a fuck nigga) nothing at all, just my Doggs and clocking the grip bitch (Niggas don't a fuck nigga) why I can kick it so tuff, 'cause when times get ruff, my (Niggas don't a fuck nigga) The clique I'm with, don't give a shit, ya know (Real niggaz don't a fuck)
To all my and my niggas your motherfucking hands in the air To all my and my niggas Wave your motherfucking in the air To all my and my niggas And if you don't a shit Like we don't a shit your motherfucking fingers in the air