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 Let me call this old bitch 
See what this bitch doin' 
Call this bitch 
Raggedy-ass, shit man 
 
Hello? Whassup? 
Nothin', whatchu doin? 
Nuttin', just kickin it 
Are y'all done? 
 
Nah, whatchu gon' do today? 
Umm, pick up my stuff from the cleaners 
Might go get my nails done, seriously 
Why whassup? 
 
Ay did, did, did whats-a-name done 
Get at you yesterday? Who? 
Deeez nuuuts 
Aw, shut up nigga 
 
I wanna ask you one question 
If I had some nuts, hangin' on the walls 
What did I have honey? 
I said, "Darling, you'd have some walnuts" 
 
She said, "Well, daddy, if I had some nuts 
On my chest, would those be chestnuts?" 
I said, "Hell, yes" 
She said, "Well, daddy, if I had nuts under my chin 
Would those be chin-nuts?" 
I said, "Hell no, bitch, you'd have a dick in your mouth” 
 
Chiggie check 
Microphone, check one 
(Chiggie check) 
Microphone, check two 
(Chiggie check) 
Microphone, check three 
Check game from the notorious Compton G 
 
Back with some shit that gots to bump 
As you pull up in the park, you pops the trunk 
Just to floss it like a motherfuker, clownin' an' shit 
Got the Dana's on your hooptie 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 
 
So Daz, step up on they ass 
And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past 
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 cavi 
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 kahki suit 
B.G. from the hood, kinfolk Eastwood 
 
Goddamn, I ripped up, flipped up and skipped up 
On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling 
But could you raise up off his nuts? 
'Cause Dr. Drizze's about to rizzip shit up 
 
Chiggie check 
Microphone, check one 
(Chiggie check) 
Microphone, check two 
(Chiggie check) 
Microphone, check three 
You're tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E 
 
Now check me out, it's back to the old school 
Where the niggaz get they 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's who drop ki's 
Protect these, N-U-T's, so nigga please 
Peep out my manuscript 
You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit, beotch 
 
So recognize game from the gangsta 
Thangs will remain the same until I change 'em 
It's real easy to see 
So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double-G 
 
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 
  
            
 
HATA BİLDİR
 
 
		
        
        
        
         
         
         
         
        
        
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