Bitch Niggaz(Instrumental)

歌詞

Some good-ass weed Check it out Dog: this game is a motherfuckin' trip man. Word on the streets, everybody always tryin' to run up on me hollerin' about "Word on the streets is, this nigga said this". Man, I don't give a fuck about what that nigga said man. That's what's wrong with you niggas. You niggas is just like bitches Ho-ass niggas, talk too motherfuckin' much Speak. Stay to your own, get your own–you know what I'm saying'? Be independent, nigga Biatch Yeah Bitch niggas Bitch niggas Bitch niggas Bitch niggas Bitch-ass niggas Beotch Bitch niggas Bitch niggas Yeah, I'm talkin' about you Beotch Bitch niggas And you too Biatch Hmm, Dogg I meet mo' bitch niggas than hoes, look here And I really don't know, but that's just how it go damn Dogg, so many niggas like to keep up shit And just like a bitch beotch niggas be talkin' shit nigga Smilin' in my face and then they blast me in the back ka-ka-ka-ka-ka Niggas stay strapped from way back, cause payback...will Make niggas wanna pop that shit If you ain't ready for the game uh-uh nigga stop that shit We rock that shit, my nigga Dre, drop that shit right No mo' talkn', I'm walkin' and I'm poppin' the clip Glock on the hip, set-trippin', dippin' and shit If you act like a bitch nigga nigga you get smacked like a bitch Bitch niggas, bitch niggas Bitch niggas These niggas don't know what the fuck is goin' on Yo Dogg, check it, kick back Let me holler at these niggas for a minute Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity The aggravated, makin' these punk motherfuckers hate it Compton is the city I'm from Can't never leave the crib without a murder wea-pon Huh, I can't live my life on broke no mo' And most of these fools ain't shit but cutthroats They smile in a nigga face, and for what? They got the game fucked up, and want my thing fucked up I done learned a lot, seen a whole lot The top notch nigga, I'm fiendin' for that spot Now peep game on what Six-Deuce told me... These niggas after yo' paper, Dr. D-R-E Wha? And these punk-ass hoes is lookin' for dough You gotta watch your homeboys, cause a nigga never know Oh, they'll be around, but when yo' paper get low Just like Master P said, "There they go, there they go" Bitch niggas, uh-huh Attention all personnel: Stop schemin', and lookin' hard Stop schemin', and, an–, and, an–an–, and, and lookin' hard Bitch nigga, a bitch nigga Bitch nigga, hella bitch nigga You's a bitch nigga, motherfucker bitch nigga A bitch nigga, a bitch nigga I know yo' type, so much bitch in you, if it was slightly darker Lights was little dimmer, my dick be stuck up in yo' windpipe Hmm, you'd rather blow me than fight, I'm from the old school Like Romey Rome, homey, yo, you owe me the right To slap you, like the bitch that you are, been wantin' to cap you Every since you was mad doggin' me with that bitch in yo' car Fool, "Who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff" Man, you shit on Hitt, get yo' shit bust, plus Pistol-whipped, cover it up, use yo' bitch's blush Mr. Powder Puff yo', bark ain't loud enough, huh I know Chihuahuas that's mo' rah-rah, ha ha I have to laugh Dre, I bet he take bubble baths You don't want no trouble with the Aftermath staff, trust me Doggy Dogg, Diggy Doctor plus me No you's a busta slash hussy, soft as a hush puppy Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimens A bitch nigga Stop schemin', and lookin' hard Stop, stop, stop schemin', and lookin' hard Stop, stop, ah, –op, –op, stop, sch–, sch–, schemin' and lookin' hard Stop, stop, ah, –op, –op, stop, sch–, sch–, schemin' and lookin' hard Stop schemin' an–, an–, an–, an–, an–, and lookin' hard Stop schemin', and lookin' hard Stop sche–, schemin', and lookin' hard Stop schemin', and, and, and stop schemin', and lookin' hard