(Todays a good day to die )(lady screaming) Bow wow wow yeppie yo
yeppie
yea suck on these
nutz nigga suck on these nutz. I tellem bow wow wow yeppie yo yeppie
yea
suck on these nutz
nigga suck on these nutz. It aint nothing but Eazy baby just schooled
2
niggaz cuz we're crazy talk
a gang of shit but it dont phase me that punk nigga Dre still pays me.
Well if its on mutha fucker then its on G now if its on mutha fucker
than its on G. Hey Mister
prankster,prankster,story book gangster back in 86 you wore pumps
masscara. Down did the
mutha fuckn wreckn crew bid,but once a bitch always a bitch and now
the
fuckn switch,Fag,with a
steathescope now you sag.Body slammn bitches makes Dre a bigger man.
Cackies sportn loc's n a
G ride what set u from loc what set you from ride.. Rip Vanwinkle
sleepn
nigga woke up and
became a G but you still dont impress tha E-Z. Smoke a little sherm
now
you call tha shit tha
chronic,niggaz on tha west side call it bionic. I make a mill here
make
a mill there,fuck a bitch
here,fuck a bitch there yeah
(Tell ya mutha fuckers who your fuckn with (eazy)( Well if its on
mutha
fucka then its on)
Old Nigga Eazy-E went to tha Cuppard to get Snoop Doggy Dog a bone
mutha
fucker. Here's
another G or should I say a H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P,P for the pussy wussy
wuffn nigga broke as a
mutha fuckn joke talkn about you want to smoke tha E to tha A-Z-Y
nigga
this EAST SIDE Snoop
Doggy Doggy Dog you want to try.187 on tha E that ya sing but you
cling
on my balls when I
swing my dingaling. Yeah you got more just like a pint of puppy
water,first Im gonna choke ya
then I smoke ya then Im gonna, toss ya in tha back of my trunk with
tha
other punk. Smoking
Death Row like I smoke a Phillie Blunt. If its on mutha fucker than
its
on G, If its on Mutha Fucker
than its on G. Folks, now here's the story 'bout Minnie the Moocher,
She was a red-hot hootchie-cootcher,
She was the roughest, toughest frail,
But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale.
[Call and response scat chorus differs every time. The following is
simplified:]
Hi-de-hi-de-hi-di-hi!
Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho!
He-de-he-de-he-de-he!
Ho-de-ho-de-ho!
Now, she messed around with a bloke named Smoky,
She loved him though he was cokie,
He took her down to Chinatown,
He showed her how to kick the gong around.
Now, she had a dream about the king of Sweden,
He gave her things that she was needin',
He gave her a home built of gold and steel,
A diamond car with a platinum wheel.
Now, he gave her his townhouse and his racing horses,
Each meal she ate was a dozen courses;
She had a million dollars worth of nickels and dimes,
And she sat around and counted them all a billion times.
Poor Min, poor Min, poor Min.