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点击复制***** niggaz
featuring snoop dogg, hitman & six-two
check it out dogg; this game is a motherf**kin trip man
word on the streets
everybody always tryin to run up on me
hollerin about word on the street is dis n***a said dis..
man i don’t give a f**k about what that n***a said man!
that’s what’s wrong with you niggaz, you niggaz is just like *****es
hoe-ass niggaz, talk too motherf**kin much (speak)
study your own, get your own -- yahmsayin?
be independent n***a - beotch!
***** niggaz (***** niggaz)..
*****-ass niggaz (beotch)..
hmm.. dogg..
i meet mo’ B***h niggaz than hoes - look here
and i really don’t know, but that’s just how it go (damn)
dogg - so many niggaz like to keep up shit
and just like a B***h (beotch) niggaz be talkin s**t (nigga)
smilin in my face and then they blast me in the back (ka-ka-ka-ka-ka)
niggaz stay strapped from way back, cause payback..’ll
make niggaz wanna pop that shit
if you ain’t ready for the game (uh-uh) n***a stop that shit
we rock that shit, my n***a dre, drop that s**t (right)
no mo’ talkin, i’m walkin and i’m poppin the clip
glock on the hip, set-trippin dippin an’ shit
if you act like a B***h (nigga) n***a you get smacked like a *****
these niggaz don’t know what the f**k is goin on
yo dogg, check it kick back
let me holla at these niggaz for a minute..
straight off the streets of chaos and no pity
the aggravated, makin these punk muh’f**kers hate it
compton is the city i’m from
cain’t never leave the crib without a murder wea-pon
huh, i cain’t live my life on broke no mo’
and most of these fools ain’t s**t but cutthroats
they smile in a n***a face - and for what?
they got the game f**ked up, and want my thang f**ked up
i done learned a lot, seen a whole lot
the top notch nigga, i’m fiendin for that spot
now peep game on what six-deuce told me
these niggaz after yo’ paper, dr. d.r.e. (what? )
and these punk-ass 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 dey go, there day go’
***** niggaz... uh-huh...
<’stop scheamin, and..an, and..an-an, and..and lookin hard’>
***** nigga, a B***h nigga
***** nigga, hella B***h nigga
youse a B***h nigga, motherf**ker B***h nigga
a B***h nigga.. a B***h nigga
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, that wanted 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 s**t on hit, get yo’ s**t bust; plus
pistol-whipped, cover it up - use yo’ *****’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 youse a busta slash hussy, soft as a hush puppy
must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimen’s
a B***h nigga!
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editor 4fun 06/31/02