where it ain't safe at I'm on some foolishness shit with these rugers and shit I'm on some run in your house, bitch, you move and get hit I can't take
em I'm kinda hopin' that maybe you wanna kick it in the L.A.C. So later on we'll be rollin' Drop-tops I'm hittin yo' hot spots I'm top notch My niggaz
like Ikea, over here Bricks, B R I C K Where hoes put twelve into size seven CK's Who's the one? D O C Carryin' clips for the agents in The Matrix At
house, Jersey's in the house I said Brooklyn's in the house, Brooklyn's in the house I said Uptown's in the house, Uptown's in the house I said The Bronx
, buck that nigga Chase him to the roof, somebody cut that nigga Pushed 1100, one wheel up (c'mon Sheek) Lil' entrepeneur; shit, I'm already one deal up (D
to rap money, and back to dope money (C'mon) Loaded guns, the empty ones, over dope money (Let's go) Car house in the smoke, over dope money (C'mon)
up in here I'm a speak on behalf of the C.M.B., partna I'm a sweep off ya air, if it's standing beef, partna I skeet off a bag of the dilly-D, partna
t understand, I'm on the grind You lil' b***, I'm all about the paper When I leave, b***, tell 'em all about a player Go on, b***, c'mon, b*** Run home
in it for the long run I won't leave the studio until a song's done And ain't nothing really hard about getting my cash A big phat house with a million
I intelligent Chain that I swing from the others is irrelevant For you motherfucker just step up to the M I C I'm down with Shorty, Ant Banks and Mally
'd be fightin' to live Life is to me my main asset I be doin' all right and keep it just like that Chill out at the house and pump that bass I'm tryin
coke factory (You got it twisted, Bridget Why pressin' charges when I'm depressin' hard and shit) Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory (Run
muthafuckas dont give a shit What? Y'all niggas dont know who y'all fuckin with We T-H-U-G-G-E-D O-U-T We'll F-U-C-K yo' ass up with that heat [Kaine
it quick No talkin', C walkin', we chokin' the block off Lettin' the glock off and throwin' up Dogg house West Coast niggas and we all in yo house Gang
it quick No talkin', C-Walkin', we chokin' the block off Lettin' the glock off And throwin' up DoggHouse [Hook: Nate Dogg] WestCoast niggas and we all in yo house
I'ma B-L-double-O-D Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G Walk through 8 Mile