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[dre]some good–ss weed!

[snoop dogg]
check it out dogg; this game is a motherf-ckin trip man
word on the streets
everybody always tryin to run up on me
hollerin about word on the street is dis n-gg- said dis.
man i don’t give a f-ck about what that n-gg- said man!
that’s what’s wrong with you n-gg-z, you n-gg-z is just like b-tches
hoe–ss n-gg-z, talk too motherf-ckin much (speak)
study your own, get your own — yahmsayin?
be independent n-gg- – beotch!

[dre]yeah
[snoop]b-tch n-gg-z (b-tch n-gg-z).
b-tch n-gg-z (b-tch n-gg-z).
b-tch–ss n-gg-z (beotch).
[both]b-tch n-gg-z (b-tch n-gg-z).
[snoop]yeah i’m talkin about you (beotch).
[dre]b-tch n-gg-z
[snoop]and you too (beotch).

[snoop dogg]
hmm. dogg.
i meet mo’ b-tch n-gg-z than hoes – look here
and i really don’t know, but that’s just how it go (d-mn)
dogg – so many n-gg-z like to keep up sh-t
and just like a b-tch (beotch) n-gg-z be talkin sh-t (n-gg-)
smilin in my face and then they blast me in the back (ka-ka-ka-ka-ka)
n-gg-z stay strapped from way back, cause payback.’ll
make n-gg-z wanna pop that sh-t
if you ain’t ready for the game (uh-uh) n-gg- stop that sh-t
we rock that sh-t, my n-gg- dre, drop that sh-t (right)
no mo’ talkin, i’m walkin and i’m poppin the clip
glock on the hip, set-trippin dippin an’ sh-t
if you act like a b-tch (n-gg-) n-gg- you get smacked like a b-tch

[snoop]b-tch n-gg-z, b-tch n-gg-z (b-tch n-gg-z)

[dr. dre]
these n-gg-z don’t know what the f-ck is goin on
yo dogg, check it kick back
let me holla at these n-gg-z for a minute.

straight off the streets of chaos and no pity
the aggravated, makin these punk muh’f-ckers 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 sh-t but cutthroats
they smile in a n-gg- face – and for what?
they got the game f-cked up, and want my thang f-cked up
i done learned a lot, seen a whole lot
the top notch n-gg-, i’m fiendin for that spot
now peep game on what six-deuce told me

[six-two]
these n-gg-z after yo’ paper, dr. d.r.e. (what?)
and these punk–ss hoes is lookin for dough
you gotta watch your homeboys, cause a n-gg- never know
oh, they’ll be around, but when yo’ paper get low
just like master p said, “there dey go, there day go”
b-tch n-gg-z… uh-huh…

{dr. dre cuts and scratches “attention all personnel”}
{“stop scheamin, and lookin hard” -> audio two}
{“stop scheamin, and.an, and.an-an, and.and lookin hard”}

[dr. dre]
b-tch n-gg-, a b-tch n-gg-
b-tch n-gg-, h-lla b-tch n-gg-
youse a b-tch n-gg-, motherf-cker b-tch n-gg-
a b-tch n-gg-. a b-tch n-gg-

[hitman]
i know yo’ type, so much b-tch in you, if it was slightly darker
lights was little dimmer my d-ck 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-tch that you are, that wanted to cap you
every since you was mad d-gg-n me with that b-tch in yo’ car
fool {singing} “who do you think you are? mr. big stuff”
man, you sh-t on hit, get yo’ sh-t bust; plus
pistol-whipped, cover it up – use yo’ b-tch’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-tch n-gg-!

{dr. dre cuts and scratches “attention all personnel”}
{“stop scheamin, and lookin hard” -> audio two}
{“stop.stop.stop scheamin, and lookin hard”}
{“.op-stop.ah-op-op-stop-sch-sch-scheamin, and lookin hard”}
{“stop scheamin. an-an. an-an. an-and lookin hard”}
{“stop scheamin, and lookin hard”}
{“stop skee-scheamin, and lookin hard”}
{“stop scheamin, and. and. and.
stop scheamin, and lookin hard”}

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