Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, See these other fools but you can't see me, Who am I? (It's motherfucker) Do or die (We gives a motherfucker) So slow your roll, I'm In Control Janet The loc-est twenty-one old nigga that's on this planet Take it for granted, if ya want to, 'cause I'm Grab my strap clear the corner, bitch!!
So all my bitches and my niggas and my and my bitches your motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't give a Like we don't a shit Wave motherfucking fingers in the air So all my and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas Wave motherfucking hands in the air And if you give a fuck we don't give a fuck Wave motherfucking hands in the air
Now on a one, two, who could it be Coming with a of gangsta shit for ninety-three So ninety-four's nigga, back on up And let me and my Dogg fuck shit up Now can't see me here or there Wherever I bails, I put it down on the 'cause ain't shit for sale in the the beat flossing off gold D's And my Snoop packs well, you know what I mean And it don't take much, for the Dogg Pound to a cap In your ass, for getting us all up Now it, it's a calling for niggas like Doggs Who supposed to be the shit, but bitching like hogs (Yes y'all) Walk the (yes y'all) Yiggy y'all Stay full of that gin and juice and a ball
I packs a strap, that, I kicks it like this Now how many bitches get dick? Before they say, Daz is that nigga from back in the day Ya never ever thought I'd see him busting Dr. Dre Cause I mics, I rips mics in half Hoes be coming to my flat so I can tap ass
So all my and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches Wave your hands in the air And if you don't a shit Like we don't a shit Wave motherfucking 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 give a fuck Like we give a fuck Wave motherfucking hands in the air
You're my way, nigga you best to hit a you-turn quick So what's happening? I'm shit up like a Western flick The kinpin of the clique, top 17 shot Glock cocked, so all nigga The run of the mill fool get broke off for trying to The best Kurupt's era, the terror, 'cause it's a murder fest I smoke everyday, so what have we Another motherfucker, getting served like cavy Now who, (ruff rhymes) I got full Juice like 2Pac (plus I'm) with two Glocks Fly can't see Kurupt Hell-raising Pinhead, beware I'm tearing shit the fuck up Slow your roll, like legs was broken joking? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc? Now my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row Mediocre die 'cause I'm serving it They can't fuck with or see me I'm murdering (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 whole set and get your hood lynched) (Drop to your knees a dog in heat) the murderous styles and the poetical techniques
So all my and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches Wave your motherfucking in the air And if you don't give a 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 give a fuck Like we don't give a your motherfucking hands in the air
Check it out, it's Rage, for the breakdown down, when it comes to the mic I'm putting my weight down And 175 pounds of beed Beating yo' ass to the concrete Fool, act like ya I'm stranded on Death Row no where to go, so What's a to do out a crew, or two, a few, what you want to do?
Throw your guns in the motherfucking air, we don't (Niggas don't a fuck nigga) About at all, just my Doggs and clocking the grip bitch (Niggas give a fuck nigga) That's why I can it so tuff, 'cause when times get ruff, my (Niggas don't a fuck nigga) The clique I'm with, give a shit, ya know why? (Real niggaz give a fuck)
To all my bitches and my your motherfucking hands in the air To all my bitches and my Wave your motherfucking in the air To all my and my niggas And if you don't give a Like we give a shit Wave your fingers in the air