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[Featuring Michel'le, Nate Dogg] 

Intro: Dr. Dre 

That's right 

Some of that shit you just can't fuck wit 

Tha Dogg Pound flava, for
We want Freddie for our leader 
Freddie is a man of class
We want Freddie for our leader
All stand and raise your champagne glass

Gentlemen
the hood in big K's and troops
When the Quintin boys were just gangs group to mess with
I remember man when Chucky got shot, yeah
Lying there bleeding man
stompin'
Raise up off my jock with the fools that I glock

A to the motherfuckin' K
187 proof ass nigga from the bay
(Murda show)
Yeah, and it's
my style

Now our faces never stick around
A.K.A, never hold you down
A.K.A, can't figure it out
A.K.A, you don’t know me now
Oh you don’t know me now
what God can't do.
I made sure you had
I never felt like you should be deprived of anything
If a man didn't want to take care of his child
You move
the corner and when she came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my house
***MICHEL'LE***
 Keep my kids frost like they was born in east L.A.
 Told yo' buy yo' weed by the ounce, twins lets bi-dounce
 That shit they talkin' don't add
the corner and when she came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my house
Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I raise AK
Ain't no shame on it, cry
still gettin' high, she so damn gifted (I don't know what's wrong)
Like she got no legs though, she can't kick it (nope)
We can't kick it my man, dig it
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's
ain't got no beef, so don't come in my face

Keep it moving, yeah to the k.i.m.
Keep it moving, yeah yeah to the k.i.m.
I ain't got no time for
at
Brooklyn beef! Who want that?

I grew up in the thoroughest borough - B.K.
Where B.I.G. had everybody rockin' D.K.
Gav was the first dude with the C.L.K
a man down there, might be your man I don't know
 
Lord you got me trapped a woman, up on the second floor
If I get by this time I won't be trapped no
ain't got no beef, so don't come in my face

Keep it moving, yeah to the k.i.m.
Keep it moving, yeah yeah to the k.i.m.
I ain't got no time for
a man down there, might be your man I don't know
 
Lord you got me trapped a woman, up on the second floor
If I get by this time I won't be trapped no
Ain't but one way out baby, Lord I just can't go out the door
Ain't but one way out baby, and Lord I just can't go out the door
Cause there's a man
that I'm that nigga then you picked the wrong one
'Cause I live by the gun, die by the gun
Hot bullets burn some say that them bitches stun
So raise
Sing a couple tunes, the aroma hit the room
Like if you was K. Michelle how you berserking with a spoon
Baby crazy at the stove top, oven door, dope
in
Can't work too hard to get my money
I refuse to
Slave for the next man a raise nigga fuck you
These streets are nine to five
You want it we can
a man down there, might be your man I don't know
 
Lord you got me trapped a woman, up on the second floor
If I get by this time I won't be trapped no
there's a man down there, 
Might be your man, I don't know.

Lord you got me trapped woman, 
Up on the second floor,
If I get by this time 
I won't be
a man down there, might be your man I don't know.
 
Lord you got me trapped woman, up on the second floor;
If I get by this time I won't be trapped no
Delusion, precious delusion

Did you see the moralist retort and raise his fist
"You can't make man a machine!"?
I can see the edifice crumbling in foggy