Deeez Nuuuts

歌詞

Let me call this old bitch, see what this bitch doing Call this bitch, raggedy-ass, shit, man Hello? What's up? Nothing, what you doing? Nothing, just kicking it Are y'all done? Nah, what you gon' do today? Um, pick up my clothes from the cleaners, I think I'll go get my nails done Serious? Why? What's up? Ay, did, did what's-your-name done get at you yesterday? Who? Deez nuts! Aw, shut up, nigga "I wanna ask you one question If I had some nuts, hanging on the wall, what would I have honey?" I said, "Darlin', you'd have some walnuts" She said, "Well, daddy, if I had some nuts on my chest, would those be chestnuts?" I said, "Hell yeah" She said, "Well daddy if I had nuts under my chin would those be chin-nuts?" I said, "Hell no, bitch, you'd have a dick in your mouth!" Chicky-check, microphone check one Chicky-check, microphone check two Chicky-check, microphone check three Check game from the notorious Compton G Back with some shit that gots to bump As you pull up in the park, you pops your trunk Just to floss it like a motherfucker, clowning and shit Got your Dana's on your hooptie and your fly-ass bitch Throw off, go off, show off, I take that ho If she proper, I'ma pop her, the ho hopper Is back on track With big money, big nuts and a big fat chronic sack So Daz, step up on they ass And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past Diggidy Daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope But, uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass Starting static with Dre, make way for the AK That I bring as I slang like cavi Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy Had he not known about the city I'm from (Long Beach, tic-tac, grab your gat, watch your back) Here I come, stomping in my khaki suit B.G. from the hood, kinfolk Eastwood God damn, I ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling But could you raise up off his nuts? 'Cause Dr. Drizzae's about to rizzip shit up Chicky-check, microphone check one Chicky-check, microphone check two Chicky-check, microphone check three You're tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E Now check me out, it's back to the old school Where the niggas get they scrap on, don't nobody cap on Slap on some D-R-E Or some funky-ass shit by the D-O-double-G-Y D-O-double-G Real G's who drop ki's Protect these N-U-T's, so nigga please Peep out my manuscript You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit (Biatch) So recognize game from the gangsta Things will remain the same until I change 'em It's real easy to see So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double-G I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street I heard you wanna fuck with Dre You picked the wrong motherfuckin' day Here we go, toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row I heard you wanna fuck with Dre You picked the wrong motherfuckin' day Here we go, toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street