The D.O.C. - Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat (Original Version) lyrics

[Intro] n***a, eat these nuts Yeah, know what I'm saying? d**h Row in the motherf**ing house Check it out [Verse 1] Rat-tat-tat-tat late at night with my gat On the streets of LA Wondering where the p**y at Straight player, looking for a ho Hanging out, rolling in my '64 16 switches for the n***as in my hood 17 shells so I make it understood Stay back, lay back, way back in the cut You come outside, n***a you getting f**ed up I done told you, creep, creep you best move Like Luther Vandross, I'm f**ing up the west coast I'm right back up in you when you nut 1-2-3, nothing from the D-R-E but This is for the hoes that I used to know When I didn't have my '64 and a lot of dough I keep it like this and like that and I- [Hook: Dr. Dre (Snoop Dogg and RBX)] (Never hesitate to put a n***a on his back) Rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and I (Never hesitate to put a n***a on his back) Rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and I (Never hesitate to put a n***a on his back) (Never hesitate to put a n***a on his back) [Verse 2] Hocus-pocus, here comes the loc'est n***a that you know, on d**h Row Dre, the motherf**ing docta' Yeah, with the sh** that'll rock ya' Stop ya', right in your tracks If you dig 'em, you dug 'em and dig 'em good for a smack, black Back to the hood, n***a Where my homies on the corner throwing it up and don't give a f** About a cracker jacker with a bag of white Motherf**ers (?) now I'mma smack 'em With the grip of that gansta sh** That be humping and bumping Compton The city I'm from, you can't get none Try to step up and you'll get done, diddy-done One fool tried to get with me He wasn't sh** to me So I had to let Nina go Ratta tat tat, ta tat tat tat tat Yeah, n***as better recognize You ever had a TEC-9 in the middle of your eyes? I keep it like this and like that and I- [Hook] [Verse 3] Creepin' and peepin' and I can get with these The chronic, slangin' fat ki's from my block And it don't stop Tell me where ya wanna go To the strip Or take a trip bawlin' with the row My sh** off in ya system attacks Endo smoke in ya lungs, like that You get lifted, calm, and if it's da bomb Taken away like Calgon on Vietnam California, back and on a mission, makin' a point Ain't no f**in' competition They wishin' but run up on reality CPT, CAL my locality It's strange how I re-arrange and change the business By droppin' sh** like this Dope, n***as can't cope with the real I peal, penitentiaries still, when I k** [Hook]