Luke's bendin' over, so Luke's gettin' fucked, busta Now understand this, my nigga Dre can't be touched Mighty, mighty D-R, yeah, motherfucker (shit done hit the fan) (Dogg) Step on up, now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name So you wanna pop that shit and get yo' motherfuckin' cranium cracked, nigga? Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker I'm hollerin', "187" with my dick in yo' mouth, biatch (biatch) That if you fuck with Dre, nigga you're fuckin' wit Death Row With your mama and your daddy hollerin', "Baby" Your bark was loud but your bite wasn't viciousĪnd them rhymes you were kickin' were quite bootylicious Well here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not likeīut fuck your mama, I'm talkin' about you and me It seems like you're good for makin' jokes about your jimmy The sounds of a Dogg brings me to another day You know what I'm sayin'? Punk motherfucker (you better raise up) Put down the candy and let the little boy go (you better, you-you, you better) We have your motherfuckin' record company surrounded Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about (you better raise up) You fucked wit' me, now it's a must that I fuck wit' you Stompin' on the easiest streets that you can walk onĪnd watch your back 'cause you might get smoked, locī-G 'cause you lost all your homies' love That's why it's time for the doctor to check your ass, niggaįuckin' me, now I'm fuckin' you, little ho The hood you threw up with, niggas you grew up with Your dick on hard, from fuckin' your road dogs Can't scrap a lick, so I know you got your gat
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |