Let me call this old b**h
See what this b**h doin'
Call this b**h
Raggedy-a**, sh** man
Hello? Wha**up?
Nothin', whatchu doin?
Nuttin', just kickin it
Are y'all done?
Nah, whatchu gon' do today?
Umm, pick up my stuff from the cleaners
Might go get my nails done, seriously
Why wha**up?
Ay did, did, did whats-a-name done
Get at you yesterday? Who?
Deeez nuuuts
Aw, shut up n***a
I wanna ask you one question
If I had some nuts, hangin' on the walls
What did I have honey?
I said, "Darling, you'd have some walnuts"
She said, "Well, daddy, if I had some nuts
On my chest, would those be chestnuts?"
I said, "Hell, yes"
She said, "Well, daddy, if I had nuts under my chin
Would those be chin-nuts?"
I said, "Hell no, b**h, you'd have a dick in your mouth"
Chiggie check
Microphone, check one
(Chiggie check)
Microphone, check two
(Chiggie check)
Microphone, check three
Check game from the notorious Compton G
Back with some sh** that gots to bump
As you pull up in the park, you pops the trunk
Just to floss it like a motherfuker, clownin' an' sh**
Got the Dana's on your hooptie and your fly-a** b**h
Throw off, go off, show off, I take that hoe
If she proper, I'ma pop her, the hole hopper
It's back on the track
With big money, big nuts and a big fat chronic sack
So Daz, step up on they a**
And give these motherf**ers a blast from the past
Diggidy Daz out of the cut with some sh** that I wrote
With my n***a D-R-E, so you know I must be dope
But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that a**
Startin' static with Dre, make way for the AK
That I bring as I slang like cavi
Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy
Had he, not known about the city I'm from Long Beach
Tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back
Here I come, stompin' in my kahki suit
B.G. from the hood, kinfolk Eastwood
Goddamn, I ripped up, flipped up and skipped up
On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling
But could you raise up off his nuts?
'Cause Dr. Drizze's about to rizzip sh** up
Chiggie check
Microphone, check one
(Chiggie check)
Microphone, check two
(Chiggie check)
Microphone, check three
You're tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E
Now check me out, it's back to the old school
Where the n***as get they strap on, don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky a** sh** by the D-O-double-G-Y D-O-double-G
Real G's who drop ki's
Protect these, N-U-T's, so n***a please
Peep out my man*script
You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta sh**, beotch
So recognize game from the gangsta
Thangs will remain the same until I change 'em
It's real easy to see
So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double-G
I can't be faded
I'm a n***a from the motherf**in' street
(I can't be faded)
I'm a n***a from the motherf**in' street
(I can't be faded)
I'm a n***a from the motherf**in' street
(I can't be faded)
I'm a n***a from the motherf**in' street
I heard you wanna f** with Dre
You picked the wrong motherf**in' day
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow
Let me know if you think you can fade d**h Row
I heard you wanna f** with Dre
You picked the wrong, motherf**in' day
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow
Let me know if you think you can fade d**h Row
I can't be faded
I'm a n***a from the motherf**in' street
(I can't be faded)
I'm a n***a from the motherf**in' street