WC - Hell Yeah (Steve Austin Theme) lyrics

{*sound of gla** shattering*} [Snoop] Yeah, ha ha, Snoop Dogg [W.C.] Dub C.. heh, yeah [Snoop] All up in here, bay-bay.. yeah [W.C.] Uh-huh [Snoop] Straight G thang, yeah [W.C.] Code of the night is droppin these thangs on your dome Hittin up my enemies, mad doggin em with a heart full of stone BLAM BLAM! Kickin yo' door down, throwdown, dirty and low down It's bout to go down, who ready for the showdown? Which one of y'all wanna be the first to get tossed in the tussle Buckle, choked up by these muscles and, taste these knuckles Lost I'm runnin em all, haters I'm gunnin em all Tricks I done done em all then I ain't go no love for none of y'all I'm comin through like a Brougham, givin it up with both hands Slaughterin your whole fam, rippin up the program Total chaos, deadly as snake eyes, so cain't None of you bustaz hurt me - fool I'm a G with no mercy [Snoop Dogg] When I say, "Hell" - you say, "Yeah" (c'mon) Hell - yeah (c'mon) hell - YEAH (c'mon) Hell - YEAH! (everybody c'mon) hell - YEAH! (everybody-body) Hell - YEAH! (c'mon, c'mon) Hell - yeah (ha ha) Chorus: Snoop Dogg If you down with these hits say HELL YEAH If you came to get busy say HELL YEAH If you like what you see say HELL YEAH If you down with me, say HELL YEAH If you like what you see say HELL YEAH If you came to get busy say HELL YEAH If you down with 'Stone Cold' say HELL YEAH Party people in the house say HELL YEAH [W.C.] Gettin my bail on, swell on, far from a rookie I SPIT in your face and look at ya dare ya to say somethin to me Temper tantrum, smash random, quick to put you in a casket The fool that run up is that fool to get his a** kicked {???} you the ones, it's an open invitation These a**-kickins I'm dishin they got no discrimination Patience, long gone, I'ma, chalkin em off Walkin up bombin on sight cause I'm through talkin to y'all Hands up loc I'm lit up, fed up, ready to bust, shakin em up Wettin em up, slangin these knuckles cameras I'm gettin em up Raised on the turf where we, slay for the turf And I'm the realest rider to walk the, face of this Earth Strapped you best to be, ain't no standin next to me Checkin me, thought I warned you cowards about testin me Pressin me, see the game of pain, yo I'mma plug it I'm so rugged -- shhhh, I'm cold blooded Chorus [W.C.] Yeah, y'all know what time it is Y'all know how it's goin down No surrender no retreat no takedown Beanie Mac cookin up the track That's right, Snoop Dogg and Dub-C ridin in the back Make sure y'all know what time it is Huh huh, yeah, we gon' make this happen For everybody out there, the heat bangers, and headbangers Check this out - what's crackin homey? Chorus [Snoop] All up in this be-i-itch!