yeah! Inter-national, underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!) Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans You can't stop a train Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared I'll be there, but when I leave there Better be a household name Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin wet In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat Hits somersaults without the net But this'll be the year that we won't forget One-Nine-Nine-Nine, and brutha anything goes, be whatchu wanna be Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin' defenses Too hot, I'm jumpin' jail Too low to dig, I might just touch hell HOT! Get a life, now they gon' sell Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby mñma Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers Stack of question with no answers Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days Get back home, things are wrong We're not really able to spend all alone before he left, (?), to a ball of power Thousands of thousands miles per hour Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe, believe there's always more, ahhhhh!
(Chorus: 2X) (Dre) Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang (Choir) Bombs over Baghdad! (Dre) Yeah! Ha ha yeah! Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something (Choir) Bombs over Baghdad! (Dre) Yeah! Uhh-huh
Yoh, gotta love it, the way you do the break down And the way you got your asses out Now I know you wanna see the god Love the way you breathing hard, like you bout to get to passin out Close shoppin, I pop right upon you my friend Don’t stop mami drop it right aupon me again So hot like the block it was banging, what else I see the steam rising off your body...yourself Inhale, exhale, when you beefin your nose Mami hotter than a pressure cooker stiff in the stove And I got an...till the building is closed Make a...look hotter till she come out her clothes Yeah have you move in front of me, I hold on your hips First ... sweat on your lips Say I love the way you’re moving now you dance on the bar All sexy shining bright, baby you a star!
Better act right cause I smack dykes Give 'em blow and a bit of that bagpipe Bitch wanna live that rap life But I already hit that last night Think you're fucking with me, huh? Must be hitting that crack-pipe I be making my money Thank God I learned how to act right My cash like that cocaine Give me more, say give me more Don't worry about it, ain't no thing Big titty hoes in my videos Classy bitch, don't kiss and tell Smack her ass and then wish her well Life sucks, better give 'em hell Get money, fuck girls, free Biggavel