Scott Storch - b**h n***az lyrics
[Intro: Snoop Dogg + Dr. Dre] Some good-a** weed Check it out Dog: this game is a motherf**in' trip man. Word on the streets, everybody always tryin' to run up on me hollerin' about "Word on the streets is, this n***a said this". Man, I don't give a f** about what that n***a said man. That's what's wrong with you n***as. You n***as is just like b**hes. Ho-a** n***as, talk too motherf**in' much (Speak). Stay to your own, get your own–you know what I'm saying'? Be independent, n***a b*atch [Interlude: Snoop Dogg + Dr. Dre] Yeah b**h n***as (b**h n***as) b**h n***as (b**h n***as) b**h-a** n***as (Beotch) b**h n***as (b**h n***as) Yeah, I'm talkin' about you (Beotch) b**h n***as And you too (b*atch) Hmm, Dogg [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] I meet mo' b**h n***as than hoes, look here And I really don't know, but that's just how it go (damn) Dogg, so many n***as like to keep up sh** And just like a b**h (beotch) n***as be talkin' sh** (n***a) Smilin' in my face and then they blast me in the back (ka-ka-ka-ka-ka) n***as stay strapped from way back, cause payback...will Make n***as wanna pop that sh** If you ain't ready for the game (uh-uh) n***a stop that sh** We rock that sh**, my n***a Dre, drop that sh** (right) No mo' talkn', I'm walkin' and I'm poppin' the clip Glock on the hip, set-trippin', drippin' and sh** If you act like a b**h (n***a) n***a you get smacked like a b**h [Interlude: Dr. Dre + Snoop Dogg] b**h n***as, b**h n***as (b**h n***as) There n***as don't know what the f** is goin' on Yo Dogg, check it, kick back Let me holler at these n***as for a minute [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity The aggravated, makin' these punk motherf**ers hate it (Compton) is the city I'm from Can't never leave the crib without a murder wea-pon Huh, I can't live my life on broke no mo' And most of these fools ain't sh** but cutthroats They smile in a n***a face, and for what? They got the game all f**ed up, and want my thing f**ed up I done learned a lot, seen a whole lot The top notch n***a, I'm fiendin' for that spot Now peep game on what Six-Deuce told me... [Verse 3: Six-Two] These n***as after yo' paper, Dr. D-R-E (wha?) And these punk-a** hoes is lookin' for dough You gotta watch your homeboys, cause a n***a never know Oh, they'll be around, but when yo' paper get low Just like Master P said, "There they go, there they go" b**h n***as...uh-huh [Interlude] Attention all personnel Stop scheamin', and lookin' hard Stop scheamin', and...an, and...an-an, and...and lookin' hard" [Hittman] b**h n***a, a b**h n***a b**h n***a, hella b**h n***a You's a b**h n***a, motherf**er b**h n***a A b**h n***a...a b**h n***a A b**h n***a [Verse 4: Hittman] I know yo' type, so much b**h in you, if it was slightly darker Lights was little dimmer my dick be stuck up in yo' windpipe Hmm, you'd rather blow me than fight, I'm from the old school Like Romey Rome homey yo, you owe me the right To slap you, like the b**h that you are, been wantin` to cap you Every since you was mad doggin' me with that b**h in yo' car Fool, "Who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff" Man, you sh** on Hitt, get yo' sh** bust, plus Pistol-whipped, cover it up, use yo' b**h's blush Mr. Powder Puff yo', bark ain't loud enough, huh I know Chihuahuas that's mo' rah-rah, ha ha I have to laugh Dre, I bet he take bubble baths You don't want no trouble with the Aftermath staff, trust me Doggy Dogg, Diggy Doctor plus me No you's a busta slash hussy, soft as a hush puppy Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimen A b**h n***a {Scratches - "Attention all personnel"} Stop scheamin', and lookin' hard Stop...stop...stop scheamin', and lookin' hard Stop..stop..ah...op..op..stop..sch..sch..scheamin' and lookin' hard Stop..stop..ah...op..op..stop..sch..sch..scheamin' and lookin' hard Stop scheamin'...an...an..an..an..an..and lookin' hard"} Stop scheamin', and lookin' hard Stop schea...scheamin', and lookin' hard Stop scheamin', and...and...and...stop scheamin', and lookin' hard