don't come close 'Cuz you know I'm the one that flown Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go With the L E N C H M O B, and ya'll disgrace
Hunter Heather Hunter, fake a gangbang fronter Capital D to the O-G-G Capital H-O-U-S-E in ya mouth, oh bitch if ya didn't know Long Beach City dirty
put the ?? on the porch 27 covers from double xl to the source dr.dre choose me to cary the torch, i spit cuz the D o c lost his voice [hook:] You krazy
need another son that rap Pac's revengeAnd I got a gun that clap like Dr. Dre snares Blow chronic like Dr. Dre cares I been there, done that Dr. Dre
C-Note, with a brother named Duke We got hoes in every state, that like to blow us like a flute Everybody know I flip, everybody know I sip All I blow
don't be so selfish Get on the mic 'cause you know you eat shellfish At the fever (C) Stop That Train It's 4:00 AM, I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
know that it's no combo Ya Betta lay low like popo Case ya ain't know betta already know I gos in like project so So get it biggie mama b-r-double o-k
beef old It's time to come through, like never before Liquid C4, look at me hoe Look into my eyes, do you see a C.O.? I'm talking kilos, time to reload
fuckin' dick, you fagot, you happy now? Look here I start some trouble everywhere that I go (That I go) Ask the bouncers in the club cause they know ('Cause they know
bounce 'cause her friend looks better I like the way she knows me I like the way she got herself in V.I.P If she sees K N O C She gon' chill and wait out front for me Who do you know
Pinky ring, icey icey in a bird nest I'm from the ice clique, we unexplainably rich Whole lot of hits, whole lot of chips C O, the Birdman, whole lot
girl I got long bread Thought I let you know And I can take you any where That you want to go Pick a place on the map And girl let me know Cuz I got
the muthafuckin' county jail Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail I gets released on a hot sunny day My nigga, D.O.C. and my homey, Dr Dre
pull (They said you wasn't gon' get paid) Nah that's bullshit! They like it stylistic And I enchant the crowd like I'm a mystic (C-C-C-C) C-C-C-cameras
knockin niggaz out tha box, daily Yo weekly, monthly and yearly Until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly That I'm down with the capital C-P-T Boy you
the curb & shut the f*ck up! Man, f*ck this shit All right smartass, I am takin? your black ass to jail [Dr.Dre] M.C. Ren, will you please give your
funky, last but not least is the muthafuking D.O.C. This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it (The D.O.C.) Swinging