[D.O.C.] You don't wanna see me Cuz I'm a Westside hustla (westcoast) And I'm through with you busta's so (yeah) Gives me my snaps cuz yous owes me hoes (bring it) Khakis pendletons and romeos, niggaz Westcoast rat pack, '88 real niggaz all black (come on) All back in your ass again And you goddamn right we gonna win
[MC Ren] Ren makin niggaz run and duck Hands on my balls with the DOC 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 Niggaz dressed up like they Pope John Paul (yeah) Its that new mothafuckin formula y'all Fuck the dress codes, nigga come smash the walls Posted up, ho's choked up Dick too big bout to tear their throat up Ren give a fuck, you askin 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 dozin, in it for something While you all bitches y'all in it for nothing
[Chorus: Six Two] Do nott attempt to adjust your radio There is nothing wrong It's a must I get my hands on some dead presidents Cant be hesitant because the game goes on
Do not attempt to adjust your radio There is nothing wrong It's a must I get my hands on some dead presidents Cant be hesitant because the game goes on
[Ice Cube] To fuck with Ice Cube You gotta shit talk, big talk, crip walk Bang hard, run yards, flip cars Cuz you fuckin with millionaires, big stars Only clockin a grip while make our dicks hard I come through when I handle my bidness Like a goddamn menace Niggaz think I eat spinach Cuz you need a dentist whenever I finish It's the Grenache, with a gang of Lieutenants WESTSIDE! Connection is the campaign Niggaz trying to run shit, pull a hamstring Imma do the damn thang, baby do the damn thang DANCE! Ass bustin out them pants Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com I cant stand it, ram it like the animal planet The kinda nigga that'll 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 huntin you out, little kids got the runnin 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 we got him again, he outta my range Give him shit stains when I get my claims
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[D.O.C.] There it is all read there it is my niggaz we going back to the beginning though (back to life) for real but even in the mix of this old school shit our young gangstas still bring the pain Doggy Dogg bring them off something
[Snoop Dogg] Easily I approach The microphone with a pocket full of dough The king of the coast I'm rockin the boat Stroking your folks And loccin 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 *gunshot* My niggaz gonna floss to this My cripped out homeboys gonna walk to this Creep to the spizzot, and stash my nizzot Then call the Dizzoc, you know we got lizzock 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 Lets get loot like Snoop nephew Six Duece
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[D.O.C.] Here we go Some new millennium shit from the DOC nigga And as long as I'm fuckin around with niggaz like Ice Cube Ren the muthafuckin villain, Snoop dogg Dre the muthafuckin doctor,