Y'all
know
me,
still
the
same
O.G.
But
I
been
low
key
Hated
on
by
most
these
niggaz
wit'
no
cheese
No
deals
and
no
G's
No
wheels
and
no
keys,
no
boats
no
snowmobiles
And
no
ski's
Mad
at
me
'cause
I
can
finally
afford
to
provide
my
family
With
groceries
Got
a
crib
wit'
a
studio
and
it's
all
full
of
tracks
To
add
to
the
wall
full
of
plaques
Hangin'
up
in
the
office
in
back
of
my
house
like
trophies
Did
y'all
think
I'ma
let
my
dough
freeze?
Ho,
please
You
better
bow
down
on
both
knees
Who
you
think
taught
you
to
smoke
trees?
Who
you
think
brought
you
the
oldies?
Eazy-E's,
Ice
Cube's
and
D.O.C's
The
Snoop
D-O-double-G's
And
the
group
that
said,
"Mother,
fuck
tha
police"
Gave
you
tape
full
of
dope
beats
To
bump
when
you
stroll
through
in
your
hood
And
when
your
album
sales
wasn't
doin'
too
good
Who's
the
Doctor
they
told
you
to
go
see?
Y'all
better
listen
up
closely
All
you
niggaz
that
said
that
I
turned
pop
Or
The
Firm
flopped
Y'all
are
the
reason
that
Dre
ain't
gettin'
no
sleep
so
fuck
y'all,
all
of
y'all,
if
y'all
don't
like
me,
blow
me
Y'all
are
gonna
keep
fucki'
around
wit'
me
And
turn
me
back
to
the
old
me
Nowadays
everybody
wanna
talk
like
they
got
somethin'
to
say
But
nothin'
comes
out
when
they
move
their
lips
Just
a
bunch
of
gibberish
And
motherfuckers
act
like
they
forgot
about
Dre
Nowadays
everybody
wanna
talk
like
they
got
somethin'
to
say
But
nothin'
comes
out
when
they
move
their
lips
Just
a
bunch
of
gibberish
And
motherfuckers
act
like
they
forgot
about
Dre
So
what
do
you
say
to
somebody
you
hate
(What?)
Or
anyone
tryin'
to
bring
trouble
your
way?
Wanna
resolve
things
in
a
bloodier
way?
(Yup)
Then
just
study
a
tape
of
N.W.A.
One
day
I
was
walkin'
by,
wit'
a
Walkman
on
When
I
caught
a
guy,
give
me
an
awkward
eye
(What
you
lookin'
at?)
And
strangled
him
off
in
the
parkin'
lot
Wit'
his
Karl
Kani
I
don't
give
a
fuck
if
it's
dark
or
not
I'm
harder
than
me
tryin'
to
park
a
Dodge
When
I'm
drunk
as
fuck
Right
next
to
a
humungous
truck
in
a
two-car
garage
Hoppin'
out
wit'
two
broken
legs,
tryin'
to
walk
it
off
"Fuck
you
too
bitch,
call
the
cops"
I'ma
kill
you
and
them
loud
ass
motherfuckin'
barkin'
dogs
And
when
the
cops
came
through
Me
and
Dre
stood
next
to
a
burnt
down
house
Wit'
a
can
full
of
gas
and
a
hand
full
of
matches
And
still
weren't
found
out
(Right
here)
From
here
on
out
it's
the
Chronic
2
Startin'
today
and
tomorrow's
the
new
And
I'm
still
loco
enough
To
choke
you
to
death
wit'
a
Charleston
Chew
Slim
shady,
hotter
than
a
set
of
twin
babies
In
a
Mercedes
Benz
wit
the
windows
up
When
the
temp
goes
up
to
the
mid
80's
Callin'
men,
ladies,
sorry
Doc
but
I
been
crazy
There's
no
way
that
you
can
save
me
It's
okay,
go
with
him
Hailie
Nowadays
everybody
wanna
talk
like
they
got
somethin'
to
say
But
nothin'
comes
out
when
they
move
their
lips
Just
a
bunch
of
gibberish
And
motherfuckers
act
like
they
forgot
about
Dre
If
it
was
up
to
me
You
muh'fuckers
would
stop
comin'
up
to
me
Wit'
your
hands
out
lookin'
up
to
me
Like
you
want
somethin'
free
When
my
last
CD
was
out,
you
wasn't
bumpin'
me
But
now
that
I
got
this
little
company
Everybody
wanna
come
to
me
like
it
was
some
disease
But
you
won't
get
a
crumb
from
me
'Cause
I'm
from
the
streets
of
(Compton)
I
told
'em
all,
all
them
little
gangstas
Who
you
think
helped
mold
'em
all?
Now
you
wanna
run
around
talkin'
'bout
guns
like
I
ain't
got
none
What
you
think
I
sold
'em
all?
'Cause
I
stay
well
off
Now
all
I
get
is
hate
mail
all
day
sayin'
Dre
fell
off
What
'cause
I
been
in
the
lab
wit'
a
pen
and
a
pad
Tryin'
to
get
this
damn
label
off?
I
ain't
havin'
that,
this
is
the
millenium
of
Aftermath
It
ain't
gon'
be
nothin'
after
that
So
give
me
one
more
platinum
plaque
And
fuck
rap!
You
can
have
it
back
So
where's
all
the
Madd
Rappers
at?
It's
like
a
jungle
in
this
habitat
But
all
you
savage
cats
know
that
I
was
strapped
wit'
gats
When
you
were
cuddlin'
a
Cabbage
Patch
Nowadays
everybody
wanna
talk
like
they
got
somethin'
to
say
But
nothin'
comes
out
when
they
move
their
lips
Just
a
bunch
of
gibberish
And
motherfuckers
act
like
they
forgot
about
Dre
Nowadays
everybody
wanna
talk
like
they
got
somethin'
to
say
But
nothin'
comes
out
when
they
move
their
lips
Just
a
bunch
of
gibberish
And
motherfuckers
act
like
they
forgot
about
Dre
Nowadays
everybody
wanna
talk
like
they
got
somethin'
to
say
But
nothin'
comes
out
when
they
move
their
lips
Just
a
bunch
of
gibberish
And
motherfuckers
act
like
they
forgot
about
Dre