Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Mel-Man
Intro:
Yes yes y'all, ooh funk....
Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all
From the ol schizzy with the yes yizzy y'all
Ooh in come funk
Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all
From the ol schizzy it's the yes yizzy y'all
Ooh notes come wrong
Verse 1:
Dre is chillin, Ruff is chillin
What more can I say? (Let's make a million)
M-E-L-Man, niggas call me Most
I be rockin on the East and the West Coast
Your mail go back like Emmitt Smith's hairline
With Jordache devils and Calvin Kleins
This shit be on my mind like O'Donnells interceptions
How would I look with Mike's complexion
Eat me, freak me, take your hand and leave me
All I wanna say is "I don't really give a fuck"
cos Most he be mega
Copped the Play Station but still play the Sega
and in the PJ's I DJ and blow amps
Bad as *?shrimp stampy?* with the food stamps
Huh, I'm not a stranger to danger
On the streets I be known as the jaw rearranger
Heavy with the metal, Mel-Man rule
White boys say it now "Cool, cool, cool!!!"
I bring the fizzy that's the obvious
I got a grip but the only clip I load be the floppy disk
In the SP or the MV, see three G
Ho's see me comin in 3-D
I spread Lizzy with ten mates
Hit the skins and I break out like an inmate
Hey yo, that's how it is and that's how I want it
This is my world and I'm shittin on it
Chorus:
(On the world) Shittin on it
(On the world) Shittin on the world
(Here me, yeah, shittin on the world)
*repeat*
Verse 2:
I warm it up like humidity
Mel, okay I'm here til infinity
My shit be outta...space with the Ewok
This is my planet but I never wear the Reebok
When we rock to the beat of accapella
Most reigns supreme, niggas grab your umbrellas
It's time to bounce so where the player, mate?
Jealous MC's still drinkin on that "Hator"rade
Bitches flirtin Krayzie Bone:Thug Mentality 1999
Intro
Scandalous, scandalous, scandalous, scandalous...
-Refrain-
Niggas on the street don't sleep until we eat/ We won't ease up tonight...
Even if he knows we gotta pop 'em for the profit, we drop 'em/ They know they
gotta die, die, die
(Murda mo, kill some more...Nigga won't ease up tonight)
All my niggas best get that cash, until the cash we won't ease up tonight
Even if he knows we gotta pop 'em for the profit, we drop 'em/ They know they
gotta die, die, die
(Murda mo, kill some more...)
Krayzie
Whoa! So move/ Need money, we gotta get money for food on the table for feedin'
the young ones/ We're stealin', strugglin'
And thuggin'; bread crumbs inside of dope rocks of dummies and dum-dums/ We
sittin' back and purchasin' and more or
whether we mobbin' to stick up a store, finna to get us some dough/ My nigga's
desperate/ We ain't ate shit since yesterday
But we got a guage with plenty shells/ I'm smellin' money, cash money (money,
money) First brother we see, we rush him
Buck him, don't give him a chance to reach all up under his seat/ Now, what if
he pull out some heat? Shit (shit) then we
really got to kill him/ Ain't even worth it my nigga; give up the dough/ Don't
flex/ My nigga don't try to be no hero
And be glad we only shot you in your legs (your legs) Could have been your head/
Now what if that there victim was me
Gettin' robbed by these niggas that we used to be? I'd be muthafuckin' dead.
-Refrain-
Krayzie
You know what to do; run up on them police/ We never did love them/ Muthafucker,
we buck 'em/ We lucky they die
Pull your millimeter, get yours; we bump 'em/ We kill 'em all until we rise/ Ya
feelin' me? Pick up your shit nigga
You niggas is realer than realer, than realer, than realer, than realer/ And
most of them niggas you rollin' with, them niggas hoes
And I'm knowi