[Intro: The D.O.C.] You don't want to see me cause I'm a West Side hustler (West Coast) And I'm through with you busters so (Yeah) Give me my snaps cause you owes me, hoes (Bring it) Khakis, Pendletons, and Romeos, nigga West Coast Rat Pack '88 real niggas, all black (Come on) All back in your ass again And you goddamn right we gon' win
[Verse 1: MC Ren] Ren making niggas run and duck Hands on my balls, with the D.O.C., not giving a fuck We bad luck, here a dick to suck Your ho can taste it With the Villain DNA when she ready to chase it I'm on another level than y'all Niggas dressed up like they Pope John Paul It's that new motherfucking formula, y'all Fuck the dress code, nigga -- come and smash the walls Posted up, hoes choked up Dick too big, 'bout to tear they throat up Ren give a fuck, you asking to get cut Comp-town started this shit So nigga, what? We all fucked up But y'all lucked up; nigga brown nosing Drop this nigga shit, had a whole flame frozen Ho game dozing, in it for something While you all bitches y'all in it for nothing
[Hook: Six2] Do not attempt to adjust your radio There is nothing wrong It's a must I get my hands on some dead presidents Can't be hesitant cause the game goes on
[Verse 2: Ice Cube] To fuck with Ice Cube You gotta shit talk, big talk, Crip walk Bang hard, run yards, flip cars Cause you fucking with millionaires, big stars Only clocking a grip will make our dicks hard I come through when I handle my business Like a goddamn menace Niggas think I eat spinach Cause you need a dentist whenever I finish It's the Grin-ich, with a gang of Lieutenants WESTSIDE! Connection is the campaign Niggas trying to run shit, pull a hamstring I'mma do the damn thang, baby do the damn thang DANCE! Ass busting out them pants I can't stand it, ram it like the Animal Planet The kinda nigga that'd take Janet for granted Ice Cube got that shit you grew up on Blew up on, got a lawsuit at home It's a shark in the swimming pool Bad news coming through on them 22's And I'm hunting you out, little kids got to run in the house I'm dirty like the South, with a gun in your mouth Click click Nigga bang bang for that blang blang Nigga get about insane as Saddam Hussein Give a fuck if he got him a gang, he outta my range Give him shit stains when I get claims, nigga
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[Interlude: The D.O.C.] There it is, all right There it is my niggas We going back to the beginning though For real But even in the midst of this old school shit Our young gangstas still bring the pain Doggy Dogg break them off something
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] Easily I approach The microphone with a pocket full of dough The king of the Coast I'm rocking the boat Stroking your folks And loc'ing with locs Baby boy got smoked Nigga what up, nigga what up I need cheese, paper, bread, and butter Nut up and cut up the beef I got a .44 piece that'll shut up the My niggas gonna floss to this My Crip'ed out homeboys gon' walk to this Creep to the spizzot, and stash my knizzot Then call the Dizzoc, you know we got it lizzocked Pop right back on your monkey ass Then cop a Glock back on your funky ass Been a long time, I shouldn't have left you Let's get loot like Snoop, nephew Six Deuce
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[Outro: The D.O.C.] Here we go Some of this millennium shit from the D.O.C., nigga And as long as I'm fucking around with niggas like Ice Cube Ren the motherfucking villain, Snoop Dogg Dre the motherfucking doctor, Baby number one stunna, nigga Jazze Pha, Nate Dogg and the kingpin, X to the motherfucking Z Six2, my motherfucking Silverback Family, motherfuckers So as long as I keep making these records, this is what yo