Dr. Dre Deeez Nuuuts

[Hook: Dre, Daz & Snoop]

[Daz] Chiggie check

[Dre] Microphone check one

[Daz] Chiggie check

[Dre] Microphone check two

[Daz] Chiggie check

[Dre] Microphone check three

[Snoop] Check game from the notorious Compton G

[Dr. Dre]

Back with some shit that gots to bump

As a pull up in the park you pops the trunk

Just to floss you like a motherfuker, clownin’ their shit

Gots the Dana’s on your hootie and your fly ass bitch

Throw off, go off, show off, I take that hoe

If she proper, I’ma pop her the hole hopper

It’s back on the track

With big money, big nuts, and a big fat chronic sack

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]

So Daz, step up on the ass

And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past

[Dat Nigga Daz]

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

Startin’ static with Dre, make way for the AK

That I bring as I slang like cavy

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, stompin’ in my kakhi suit

BG from the hood can fuck Eastwood

God damn, I ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up

On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]

But did you raise up all this nuts?

Cause Dr. Drizzay’s about to rizzip shit up

[Hook: Dre, Daz & Snoop]

[Daz] Chiggie check

[Dre] Microphone check one

[Daz] Chiggie check

[Dre] Microphone check two

[Daz] Chiggie check

[Dre] Microphone check three

[Snoop] You tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E

[Dr. Dre]

Now check me out, it’s back to the old school

Where the niggaz get their strap 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’z who drop K’s, protect these N-U-T, so nigga please

Peep out my manuscript

You’ll see that it’s a must I drop gangsta shit

(Beeyatch!!) So recognize game from the gangsta

Thangs will remain the same until I change ’em

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]

It’s real easy to see

So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double G

[Nate Dogg]

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, flow for flow

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, flow for flow

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

Dr. Dre Keep Their Headz Ringin


Yeah, whattup, this is Dr. Dre

The party’s goin on

Thank God it’s Friday

“Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan!” – KRS One” [repeat 4X]


Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong ring-gading ding ding dong)

[repeat 2X]

[Verse One:]

(Hey you, sittin over there) Say what?

(You better get up out of your chair) That’s right

(And work your body down) Yeahhh…

(No time to funk around, cause we gon….)

Funk, you, right on up

So get up, get a move on, and get your groove on

It’s the D-R-E the spectacular

In a party I go for your neck so call me Blackula

As I drain a niggaz jugular vein

and maintain to leave blood stains so don’t complain

Just chill, listen to the beats I spill

Keepin it real, enables me to make another meal

Still, niggaz run up and try to kill at will

But get popped like a pimple, so call me Clearasil

I wipe niggaz off the face of the Earth since birth

I been a bad nigga, now let me tell you what I’m worth

More than a Stealth bomber, I cause drama

The enforcer, music flows like a flying saucer

Or a 747 jet, never forget

I’m that nigga that keeps the hoes panties wet

The mic gets smoked, once you hear the beat kick

With grooves so funky, they come with a Speed Stick

So check the flavor that I’m bringin

The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin


[Verse Two:]

One-two for the crew, three-fo’ for the dough

Five for the hoe, six-seven-eight for Death Row

Mad niggaz about to feel the full effect of intellect

So I can collect respect, plus a check

Now I fin’ to, get into to, my mental

will take care of this business I need to attend to, cuz my rent’s due

And this rap shit’s my meal ticket

So you god damn right I’m gonna kick it, or get evicted

I bring terror like Stephen King

A black Casanova, runnin niggaz over like Christine

When I rock the spot with the flavor I got

I kick plenty of ass, so call me an astronaut

As I blast past another nigga’s ass that thought he was strong

But I smoke him like grass, just like Cheech and Chong

When I flow, niggaz know, it’s time to take a hike

Cause I grab the mic and flip my tongue like a dyke

I got rhymes to keep you enchanted

Produce a smokesscreen with the funky green to keep your eyes slanted

So check the flavor that I’m bringin

The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin


[Verse Three:]

Debonairre with flair, I scare wear and tear

without a care, runnin shit as if I was a mayor

But I ain’t no politician, no competition

Sendin all opposition to see a mortician

I’m up front, never in the back drop

Step on stage and get faded just like a flat top

Your rhyme sounds like you bought em at Stop N Go

Dre came to wax you so, just call me Mop N Glow

Many tried to, but just can’t rock with

I’m 6-1, 225, a pure chocolate

Your chances of jackin me are slim G

Cause I rock from summer til Santa comes down the chimney

Ho ho ho, and so, as I continue to flow

Cause yo, I’m just a fly negro

So, check the flavor that I’m bringin

The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin


Dr. Dre Loose Cannons

All my life, I’ve been down to ride

Till I kept it real and I stayed alive with no compromise

And I fantasize about the baddest bitch and being between her thighs

Then I woke up and realized this is my motherfuckin’ real life

[Dr. Dre:]

You know where the fuck I’m from

From that muthafuckin’ legendary

From the city where the niggas load clips and fats and get stabbed at home room should’ve skipped that class

Shit will never change on the West Side

Jack your shit, take your car for a test drive (Ah shit)

Gangbanin’ out the window hollering let’s ride

Gotta keep a tec by the bedside

These niggas don’t know my life

All this pain and what I sacrificed

And all my niggas that lost their life, you never die, you never die

I’m in that motherfuckin’ one for a minute now

All y’all lil’ niggas need to simmer down

Shut the fuck up, I’m the one that’s killing now

Take a look who on top of the pinnacle

R.I.P to KMG

I’m still gonna murder, and don’t give a fuck where the body at

You do too much talkin’ I walk in the building I just give a fuck where the money at


They trust me it’s only just one of them

I’m callin’ them shots and makin’ the plays and if you get a train better fuck with him

I keep it gangsta, y’all testin my patience

Got me feelin’ so anxious, I be lookin’ so facetious

Feel like running a capre


(Wait, hold up I got next)

(What up X)

Spent my birthday in Dubai

Skyrise surprise and I’m dressed like a spy

Black tux, oh you fucks guess what, I’m ready to blow

(Yo, oh no)

I hang that 6-2 sideways

Pissin’ off the neighbors scrapin’ bumpin’ in the driveway

You gave me the pistol told me to kill at will

(Blow, yo, oh no)

(I couldn’t give a fuck)

Literally, cashed out just livin’ to me

Blast it like a Kennedy beat

Wanna get rid of ’em? Send them to me

While I’m just over here cozy holdin’ these double D’s

She book smart with pornographic abilities

(Well I don’t know what you know

But I know I got that shit)

These motherfuckers still talking? Fuck ’em!

That’s why they bring X and the guillotine out

To stop these bitches niggas from runnin’ their mouth

(It’s bout time somebody said something)

[Cold 187um:]

One in the glove, one in the clip, one in the chamber

One on the dash, one in the stash, ready for danger

I’m ready to die I can’t control this fuckin’ anger

Ah shit, somebody better fuckin’ stop me

Cause I’m a loose cannon that can’t stand myself I’m bad for my own health

You niggas really think I give a fuck about somebody else (fuck em’)

I swear to god I’ma do it, back the fuck up I’ma do it, I swear to god I’ma lose it

Baby, baby

What the fuck are you doing? Put the gun down

Really? Are you doin’ this shit to me again?

(Oh my God)

You is so fucked up for this

(Fuck It)

(Wait, wait, wait, wait)

I’m sorry!

Don’t point the fuckin’ gun on me!

Okay, put the fuckin’ gun down!

No, no, no, no!!

Alright, I got her legs

Man this bitch is heavy

You gotta get under her armpits

Shut the fuck up, I got it

What the, what the fuck did you guys do?

It was this nigga


Shit, matter of fact you know what you go dig the fuckin’ hole this time

I don’t give a fuck it will be the first fuckin’ hole I ever dug

Who the fuck is that?

I don’t know, ask fuckin’ Charles Manson right here

Oh, oh, you’re tryin’ to be funny? You’re really fuckin’ tryin’ to be funny right now?

Shh, shh, shut your ass up

This is bad

This is, this is fucking bad man

Fuck it, let’s start digging

Dr. Dre No Diggity

Hey, yeah ya know what?

I like the players

No diggity, no doubt

Play on play that

Play on play that

Yo Dre drop the verse

[Dr. Dre]

It’s going down fade to Blackstreet

The homies got RB collab creations Funk like acne

No doubt I put it down never slouch

As long as my credit could vouch

A dog couldn’t catch me straight up

Tell me who could stop with Dre makin’ moves

Attracting honeys like a magnet

Giving them ear-gasms with my mellow accent

Still moving his flavor with the homies Blackstreet & Teddy

The original rump shakers

[Teddy Riley]

Shorty get down, good Lord

Baby got ’em open all over town

Strictly biz she don’t play around

Cover much grounds

Got game by the pound

Getting paid is her forte

Each and every day true player way

I can’t get her outta my mind

I think about the girl all the time

East side to the west side

Push your fat rides it’s no surprise

She got tricks in the stash

Stacking up the cash

Fast when it comes to the gas

By no means average

She’s on when she’s got to have it

Baby you’re a perfect 10,

I wanna get in

Can I get down so I can win


I like the way you work it (no diggity)

I got to bag it up

I like the way you work it (no diggity)

I got to bag it up (bag it up girl)

I like the way you work it (no diggity)

I got to bag it up (bag it up)

I like the way you work it (no diggity)

I got to bag it up


She’s got class and style

Street knowledge, buy the pound

Baby never act wild,

very low key on the profile

Catching villains is a no

Let me tell you how it goes

Curve’s the word,

spin’s the verb

Lovers it curves

so freak what you heard

Rolling with the fatness

You don’t even know what the half is

You gotta pay to play

Just for shorty bang bang to look your way

I like the way you work it

Trump tight all day, everyday

You’re blowing my mind,

maybe in time

Baby I can get you with my ride


Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo

(hey yo that girl looks good)

Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo

(play on play on player)

Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo

(you’re my kind of girl)

Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo

[Queen Pen]

Cause that’s my peeps and we rows “D”

Flying first class from New York City to Blackstreet

What you know about me

Not a (motherfuckin’) thing

Cartier wooded frames supported by my shorty

Ask for me

> Icy gleaming pinky diamond ring

We be’s the baddest clique up on this scene

Ain’t you getting bored with these fake ass broads

High shows and proves, no doubt

I be diggin’ you so

Please excuse if I come across rude

That’s just me and that’s how a player’s got to be

Stay kickin’ game with a capital “G”

Ask the peoples on my block I’m as real as can be

Word is born

Faking moves never been my thing

So Teddy pass the word to your (nigga) Chauncey

I’ll be sending a car, lets say around 3:30

Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it’s no diggity


Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo

Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo

Yeah, Come on

Jackie in full effect

Lisa in full effect

Nicky in full effect

Tomeka in full effect

Ladies in full effect

Ain’t nothing goin’ on but the rent

Yeah play on play that

Play on play on

Cause I like it

No diggity, no doubt, yeah

Blackstreet productions

We out, we out right

We out, we out…

Dr. Dre Xxplosive


Xxplosive, West coast shit

My nigguh-ish ways attract, girls that used to turn they back

Causin me to yank they arm and pose like I would do the harm

Now I’m sayin thank you cause they tell me, my shit’s the bomb

Xxplosive.. ..for my niggaz drinkin Cognac, smokin weed, always pack

mo’ than one, firearm, chrome rims, ridin on

Chronic in yo’ system, let me know, my shit’s the bomb – Xxplosive..


West coast shit nigga

Overdosage – imperial pistols ferocious

Fuck a bitch; don’t tease bitch, strip tease bitch

Eat a bowl of these bitch, gobble the dick

Hoes forgot to eat a dick can shut the fuck up!

Gobble and swallow a nut up, shut up and get my cash

Backhanded, pimpslapped backwards and left stranded

Just pop ya collar, pimp convention hoes for a dollar

Six-Deuce in a plush, six-deuce impala

Pimpin hoes from Texas to Guatemala

Bitch niggaz paid for hoes, just to lay wit hoes

Relax one night, and paid to stay wit hoes

Captain Save’Em all day (bitch) well save this dick

Bitch nigga, you more of a bitch than a bitch

You ain’t into hittin pussy, or hittin the switch

You into hittin bitches off of the grip, you punk bitch

[Nate Dogg]

All my real Doggs still kick it wit me

All my down hoes still trickin wit me

All the true gangstas know

Nate ain’t never love no hoe

All the hoodrats still shake it for me

All my true fans still checkin for me

All the real smokers know

Nate ain’t passin nuttin but dope indeed…

Real trees…

Chronic leaves…

No seeds…

When I had you last night, baby

Before – I blew yo’ mind, (blew-blew-blew your mind)

I thought we had a chance, lady

No more – now that I’m sober you ain’t that fine


Don’t wanna treat you wrong

Don’t wanna lead you on

Here baby, hit the bong

while the west coast rolls along

While we – still makin gangsta hits

You’ll be – still jockin gangsta dicks

Damn girl you think you slick

Somebody better get this biiitch, this biiiitch


I got these freaky hoes

Clappin they hands, stompin they feet

Every now and then they put they mouth on me

Nowadays a G like me can’t even call it

A 23-year old pussy fiend and freakaholic

Pimpin bitches on the regular, I put that on the G

A hustler and a player, nowadays it pays to be

Lemme drop some shit about this bitch I used to know

She gave ya boy the head and said don’t let nobody know

A bonafide pro, I had to grab the hoe

She got freaky in yo’ sixty-fo’, I skeeted in her throat

Been knowin the hoe for fo’ days, pimpery pays

And I bet you didn’t know that she go both ways

She ate her best friend, I left them hoes at the mall

They be beepin me and shit, but we don’t kick it no mo’

Them hot hoes is fiendin, they on the nuts

But beitch, I’m out ya pussy when I nut, f’real


Dr. Dre Ackrite


It’s fuckin ackrite

Question is – can I get some? Knahmsayin?

Ackrite bitch

When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, youknahmsayin?

When I yank you by the fuckin perm

don’t be lookin at a nigga crazy

Just get with the digits and be the fuck out, youknahmsayin?

Let me break it down for y’all

It was just one of those days

when I wanted to catch sunrays

Fun to get blunted on a Sunday, afternoon

Nigga ? got room, grab the gat for misbehavors

and the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes

Zoom-zoom like the Commodores

Wonder will we have drama or, end up clownin whores

Around the full good-to-go girls

like them ?? girls, ridin shotgun, baby

I be postin all-world in the ride

Sippin 151 that gave me too much pride to back down

Soon as we get to the beach I’ma put my fuckin mack down

I’m playin lead, not the background

It’s time to put Bronson on the map now

Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile

Cuties peep my style, if I don’t get some ackrite

I’ma have to ack-wild

[Chorus: sung by Hittman]

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right

Strap by my waistline, cause niggaz don’t fight

Sucker free for life, so you better think twice

(Aight? And a give a nig’ some ackrite)

I’m the type of nigga playa haters don’t like

Snatchin up your honey for some late night hype

And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite

(Aight? So give a nig’ some ackrite, right)


Uhhhhh.. drink kickin in, I’m stimulated

For those that don’t know big words, I’M FUCKIN FADED

Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded spot

Our first spot was cool til some gangsters made it hot

Now we plot and pose

plus we watchin hoes, with lots of flesh exposed

gettin swarmed by those type of niggaz

with no game but brown-nose

So I impose only like pros can

“Yo, is this your man?” “No.”

Grab the bitch’s hand, “I’m Hittman.”

Bling! Gold chain gleam

“You’re very eligible for my summer league team.”

Maybe too extreme cause the sister got steamed

Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethern

I got mad spit flame on the name

Stefan, tattooed on her arm

Hoe you ain’t the bomb, must be a dyke

witcho’ lips swoll, and give a nig’ some ackrite

[Chorus (minus the word “Aight” both times)]


Frontin on the ack-rite, causin me to act up

Good Samaritan save that hoe from gettin slapped up

My homies crack up at the scene I made

Yo my actions ain’t serene when a nigga’s on fade

If it wasn’t for the one-time brigade

I woulda sprayed at the hooker tramp

As cops parade I’m afraid it’s time to break camp

Make tracks, where else can we go to take hoes

from fake macks {*CAR HORN*} aiyyo, chase them girls

in that black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her

neckbone, lookin back at us

Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy’s plush

They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush

Try to swing an ep tonight so I don’t have to keep in touch

Keep it on hush without the tip-in

Mackin interrupted by some niggaz set-trippin

Clip in the strap, I showed these niggaz how to act


Dr. Dre The Day The Niggaz Took Over

[Intro: guy talking]

I’ma say this and I’ma gettin mine. If you ain’t down for the Africans

here in the United States, period point blank. If you ain’t down for the

ones that suffer in South Africa from apartheid and shit. Devil you need to

step your punk ass to the side and let us brothers and us Africans step in

and start puttin some funk in that ass


Break em off sometin [8x]

[Chorus: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why

But livin in the city it’s do-or-die


[Verse One: Dat Nigga Daz]

They wonder where me bailin and don’t really understand

The reason why they take me life and me ???? hand

Me not out for peace and me not Rodney King

Me gun goes click, me gun goes bang

Them riot in Compton and them riot in Long Beach

Them rion in they Lakers and don’t really wanna see

niggaz start to loot and police start to shoot

Lock it down at seven o’clock, then again it’s like Beirut

Me don’t show no love cuz it’s us against them

Them never ever love me cuz it’s sport to break de,

and kill at my own risk if I may

Delay to spray with my AK and put it to rest

[Interlude: news report]

Yes we have. There have been riots, ahh, rioting, well I don’t wanna say

rioting but there’s been looting downtown, but right now Bree, what I want

to show you is, they have started fires down at the end of the street


[All] How many niggaz are ready to lose?

[Snoop] Yeah, so what you wanna do?

[Dre] What you wanna do?

[All] I said how many niggas are ready to lose

[RBX] Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9

[Interlude: guy talking]

Nobody told us today, in otherwords,

You’re still a slave. No matter how

much money you got, you still ain’t shit

[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]

Sittin in my livin room calm and collected

Feelin mad, gotta get mine respected

cuz what I just heard broke me in half

and half the niggaz I know, plus the niggaz on the Row, is bailin

Laugh now but cry much later

Ya see when niggas get together they get mad cuz they can’t fade us

Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles

They find that they couldn’t handle us

Bloods, Crips on the same squad

with the Ese’s thumpin, nigga it’s time ta rob and mob

(And break the white man off somthin lovely, biddy-bye-bye

I don’t love dem so they can’t love me)

Yo straight puttin down gettin my scoot on

Let’s jump in off in Compton so I gots ta get my loot on

and come up on me some furniture or sometin

Got a VCR

in the back of my car

that I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet

And motherfuckers better not try to stop me

Cuz they will see that I can’t be stopped

Cuz I’ma cock my Glock and pop til they all drop

[Interlude: news report]

There has been videotape and you can see of the, aah, some of the crowd

throwin things at the officers

And swingin at them as well. Like there was a young woman there. You see

she took a swing at an officer with some object in her hand


[All] How many niggaz are ready to lose?

[Snoop] Yeah, so what you wanna do?

[Dre] What you wanna do?

[All] I said how many niggas are ready to lose

[RBX] Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9

[Chorus: RBX]

I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why

But livin in the city it’s do-or-die


[Verse Three: RBX]

One-time trigger happy, no nigga love

187 time, time to grab the glove

Can’t get prints so a 9 I throw away

or get prints so my Uzi witta spray

POP POP POP another motherfucker drop

And I get relived like *?Bop Bop says?*

smash, I crashed his head like a window

I ain’t no dead do’, I’m high off the indo

Creepin with the quickness to the cut

Bust one to his head while he munches on that donut

And cracker so now he best to back up

I guess I gots ta pack up, fillin the clip up, I zip up-

town, the motherfuckin cops are all around

Helicopters flyin

These motherfuckers tryin

to catch me and stretch me on Death Row

but hell no’s the poor black refuse to go

[Interlude: news report]

This is now coverin a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where these

fires have been, aah, ignited. I mean, from here to the, aah, to the south

end of South Central is a long way


Break em off sometin [8x]

[Verse Four: Dat Nigga Daz]

The outcome of this is destruction so the more fall

Niggaz don’t give a fuck so tem bust and before

niggaz backin up three black shows

No justice so they copied ya right

and here I am again, me, turn the other cheek, me

Be too many wigs got me 9 to my tights

so me bust, flick cuz he don’t give a fuck

and me don’t give a fuckin of my problems

In with their FUCK FUCK

[Outro: Snoop Doogy Dogg]

Blak blam, blam to dem fall

Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye

Dr Dre him bust gun shots

Diggity Daz and RBX them bust gun shots

Come again!

Dr. Dre Nationowl

(All right, is everybody ready (YEAH!))

(Alright now, here we go)

Nationowl divides this bomb to blow

Adios serials worldwide

Once inside ya ride, usin the mic like a screwdriver

to break down the speed

While labels were sound asleep, Nowl peeped and creeped

and stole the ground beneath they feet

Far from the bail, still makin my sales

Movin tapes like weight, we’s hip-hop cartel

takin over, no doubt

Like thongs, they ass out but win amounts with the Doctor

Dre, all day cash his cheques

Like Play, I hittin you in the head like strays (BUU-YU-KOW!)

Nationowl’s defence covers my ass

and team o’ outcast niggas who’re quick to blast

Our beat’s on hit, keep the peace on

MC’s couldn’t find my path (Where you at niggas?)


Pledge a legiance to my team

Let’s scheme, nigga, we gots ta get CREAM

Cos worldwide shit’s outta control

Why you can’t get down with Nationowl

Young and old, my niggas who’s on parole

Why you can’t get down with Nationowl

Bitches who own, my niggas whose heart is cold

Why you can’t get down with Nationowl

Nationowl’s anthem, got’cha soul on lock

still fully loaded, cocked the handgun

Composed like the Phantom

while the face of earth gets ugly, we ever lovely

Bitches who never duck me, “Nowl loved me”

In thinkin I must spend dough til I’m dizzy

Assholes around like a frisby

And for satisfaction chew an MC like Wrigley

History’s about to be made, I met’cha in a way

tryin ya hardest to delay

My flight batterin, keep the world ringin like *?Sadaran?*

Lyrics bone shatterin

Pretenders wantin to be Cinder-rella

What? That shoe you tryin ta wears, not fittin

Now we’re strippin niggas like a Chippendale

I’m rippin hell, burnin the devil and inhale


In the last days, which side will you be on?

Nationowl’s on the side that I beat on

I demand put me on

From the door I use MC’s to wipe my feet on

My shit be bumpin like in-grown hair

For twenty-six years trained in ghetto warfare

Nigga, I see more green than St. Patrick

Pro actors, game of life with no practice

Controllin craps like I had a remote

It’s a rule, now go enter ya tomb

No joke, much over I scold

It’s some game for all who’s tryin ta split ya coats

Best believe that these are our last years

Prepare or get done from the rear

As we move there, where? The final frontier

United we stand, divided we don’t have a prayer


Are you wit me East Coast?

Are you wit me West Coast?

Are you wit me?

Are you wit me?

Are you wit me West Coast?

Are you wit me East Coast?

Are you wit me?

Are you wit me?

Dr. Dre Natural Born Killaz

[Dr. Dre]

Journey with me

Into the mind of a maniac

Doomed to be a killer

Since I came out the nutsac

I’m in a murderous mindsate

With a heart full of terror

I see the devil in the mirror

BUCK BUCK, Lights out

Cause when I get my sawed off

Niggaz get hauled off [Ice Cube:] haha barrel one

Touches your motherfuckin flesh [Ice Cube:] barrel two

Shoots your fuckin heart out your chest

You see I’m quick to let the hammer go click

On my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine

Fool it’s your bad time

Feel the blast of the chocolate bomber

Infra red aimed at your head

Like your name was Sarah Conner

Decapitatin I ain’t hesitatin

To put you in the funderal home

With a bullet in your dome

I’m hot like lava

You got a problem?

I got a problem solver

And his name is revolver

It’s like a deadly game of freeze tag

I touch you with a 44 mag

And your frozen inside a boddy bag

Nobody iller

Than this graveyard filler

Cap peeler

Cause I’m a Natural Born Killa

[Ice Cube]

Terror illistrates my era

Now I cant hang around my momma

Cause I scare her

I’m quick to blast motherfucker

[Dr. Dre:] yeah what’s up

It feels like I’m bustin a nut

When I open you up

Cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist

All you weak motherfuckers give my ring a kiss

Cause I’m givin dirt naps

Comin with them bomb ass raps

To make your lungs collapse

Perhaps, you never sleep

Cause evertime you doze

You catch blows to the motherfuckin nose

Ain’t seen the sun, in 66 days

Let me count the ways in a fucked up maze

I never ever ever made a hoe stay

But I’m down with Dre

Like AC is down with OJ

So fuck how your livin

I’m the unforgivin

Psycho drivin


It’s authentic

Don’t panic

I can’t stand it

God Damn it


So fuck Charlie Manson

I’ll snatch him out of his truck

Hit ’em with a brick

And I’m dancin


Mass Murderer, Natural Born Killla,

And I don’t wanna die




[Ice Cube]

I dont understand the logic in my dreams

But I understand I like the sound of Sireens

Terrified screams from the streams

Of Strycnine

Dumpin on any motherfucker tryin to trick mine

Cause motherfuckers wanna violate

Now they stiff and cold

And they pupils won’t dialate




I can hear his bones break

He steps in the single door

Gets his ass whipped with 20 lashes

Like that dude up in Singapore

So I’m a pull a fuckin Jeffrey Dahmer

Now I’m suicidal, just like Nirvana

[Dr. Dre]

Tic Toc

Toc Tic Toc Tic

Dr. Dre and Ice Cube on some murderous shit

Keepin niggaz in order

Makin there live shorter

Ready to slaughter

Cause to me a life ain’t worth a quarter

Or a dime

Mushroom’s got my mind


Ain’t no debatin

I’m creatin an escape

Route to be out without a doubt

Scot Free, so don’t even think about tryin to stop me

Cause I can’t wait

I’m out the gate

On the for realla

A thrilla

Or a Natural Born Killa

[Ice Cube]

Gi-Gi Gi-Gi Ga-Ga

They call me Da-Da

6 million ways to murder

choose one

Lose one soul

Bodies turn cold

Natural fright from niggaz goin bump in the night

Should I peely

Should I kill her in my iller

Then a Natural Born Killa

[repeats 3x]

Dr. Dre U Better Recognize

[Verse One: Sam Sneed (Dr. Dre)]

(I heard Sam was going solo) God damn, you didn’t know so,

well I can blast fast so freak an ill type of slow flow.

I’m hitting harder than Berry Boss so check the golden child,

throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild.

But truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off niggaz proper,

did dirt, did West cause I clown coppers (yeah).

Do hip-hop, rap, compose ’em most, I couldn’t see me,

mad advanced and my skills are all about the dollar bills.

From Pittsburgh to Cali dropping bombs like that,

was on the D.L. with the squad so I couldn’t hold it back.

Black, I regulate I buzz a big gate figure,

mobbing with the ill nigga, with his finger on a bigger trigger.

Serving all (saps), hitting sevens on the (simps),

making do’, eating shrimps, locing with some real pimps (yeah).

So peep game, best believe I love my peeps

that’s why I make the type of music you can pump in your jeeps

(that’s right).

So buck my sound, I put it down for the underground,

I got the women cause I’m slamming, jamming.

Got it going on this time for this new producer to rise,

so open your eyes, I think you better recognize.

[Hook: Dr. Dre (Sam Sneed)]

Once again it’s the man with the masterplan,

they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [2x]

[Verse Two: Sam Sneed (Dr. Dre)]

I remember days on the blocks where I slang slung played punk cops

and mad props cause I ran with hard rocks (yeah).

From napalms to Uzi’s I made G’s (say what?),

them build up enough Luther by keys.

No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own to pulling capers

I’m a sneaky slick nigga, I never had to pull the trigger (right).

I mack, and on top and that I’m used to staying wicked with just 24-7,

you can ask my ex-hooker.

But now I’m on some new improved shit,

making hits, stacking chips, now everything’s legitimate.

I flipped the scrip a long time ago, on the five-o,

when I had to scope with this new way to make my cash flow (uhm).

Yes indeedy, I wasn’t greedy, got my niggaz out the gutter,

now they’re rolling with the Sam Sneezy.

Hip hop fanatic causing static in the industry,

these whack creators, I call ’em imitators (ah yeah).

Been trying to see me, but see I’m unexplainetory,

with the fame and glory, that’s why I gotta tell my story.

With no disguise, a lot of niggaz despise,

because I’m on an uprise, so I think you better recognize.

[Hook: Dr. Dre (Sam Sneed)]

Once again it’s the man with the masterplan,

they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [2x]

(Think you better recognize) [2x]

[Verse Three: Sam Sneed (Dr. Dre)]

Well I’m back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy,

so fire up a blunt let’s have an end of the sanity.

Crazy shot outs giving pounds to all my niggaz,

hitting all the hookers by the dozen, cause they dig us (trick).

Fuck what you’ve heard, recognize what you be seeing,

it’s time to earn truth to the game human being.

I’m that little bass nigga trying to get mine, fuck a nine,

cause I’ll incline with the mastermind.

I got my crew in my corner so I can’t loose,

cause I’m paying mad douze in this record biz, I don’t snooze.

And suckers be popping at those idiotic egosytible type of flimflam,

I can’t be faded Sam-am.

Playing with the hustlers never dealing with the knucklehead bollers,

cause boys play with toys and scholars play with dollars.

I’m a mack of my own right, plus my game is tight,

baby get it right, I ain’t the one, so take flight.

Bitches give my mad rep, nothing but the brazen off tempo,

thinking they can get my loot, I never trip to knock the boots.

I gotta be wise, when time to dip between the thies,

all eyes on the price, so I think you better recognize.

[Hook: Dr. Dre: (Sam Sneed)]

Once again it’s the man with the masterplan,

they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [2x]

Once again it’s the man with the masterplan,

they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [2x]