Lyrics:
Dogg, I'm on the mic, I'm back with Dr. Dre
But this time, I'ma hit your ass with a touch
To leave motherfuckers in a daze, fucked up
So sit back,
some, bad enough, take some
But watch the gun by my side
Because it represents me and the motherfuckin' East Side
So bow down to the bow wow, 'cause
bands and they dance on my waist
Hit the face, that's the editor
I don't take pics on a jet, lil' nigga
This shit regular, G5s all in my backyard
Sit
deserve to get throwed, throwed
Well I came in the door, I said it befo'
I never fuck a hoe without head no more
I never pull up in nothin' less than
She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe
If she don't want to give you head, she a hoe
[Lil' Flip]
They call me Thunder Cat, cause I got so many
bag, hoe sit up on you (hoe sit)
Suge Knight bag, had the shooters get up on you (flip)
You see the red Lamborghini as I hit the corner (as I hit
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
there paintin' on the old wood shed
When a can o'black paint it fell on my head
I went down to scrub and rub
But I had to sit in back of the tub
Cost
(chorus)
[Lloyd Banks]
Uhh Yea
Sit down 50 man let me get on this nigga
He talkin' like he a G
But he don't wanna see me in the streets
Niggas get capped
('lago)
Ain't no money, ain't no convo (convo)
Get your bitch some louboutins, though
In the back, hit it with the combo (hey-ya)
Bust down, bust down
on the road
She give good brain, on a roll (mmh)
Dancin' on that pole (oh)
Me and your babe might be goals (yeah)
But I don't want that lil' hoe (yeah)
I
ain't like the love I got for India
She held me down when I was broke, I got her to infinity
My lil dog caught a murder, gone for infinity
Dumping
there paintin' on the old wood shed
When a can o'black paint it fell on my head
I went down to scrub and rub
But I had to sit in back of the tub
Cost
attention deficit
Better watch who the fuck you messin' with
Just because I fucked you that don't mean we getting married hoe
The way you sit around
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
[Lil Wayne]
Bitch look up in the sky it's the bird fucking man
Junior daddy shitting on the game
You probably see me sitting on the Range
I'm
skin
So you was fakin' nigga?
You sit down when you peein'?
Caitlyn Jenner, shoot you in yo' legs 'cause you a lesbian
More stripes than Tyga, I want
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
I can make a rapper go to sleep by doin' one thing
Look, bitch, get yo' head bust for tryna play with us (baow)
Keep the picture, catch 'em flip
jump, jiggy, jump, jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
(Verse 1)
I tell 'em no lie
I blow by wit the Bentleys wit the O eyes
I
On my eleven gettin slicker
Buyin liquor from a non-liquor store
Quick to dick a hoe and get tha big homie for a 64
He ain't gon miss it though
'Cause
when I roll through the hood, lil' kids watch my every move
Tryin' to be a good example, don't make me bury you
If you sit on my swagger, bitch take
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
your bitches, shack your bitches
I pimps up, smack my bitches
You want to fuck trick your bitches
I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with that
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