Dr. Dre | Lyrics | B**** Niggaz

Some good-ass weed!
Check it out dog, this game is a motherfuckin' trip man
Word on the streets
Everybody always tryin' to run up on me
Hollerin' about word on the street is dis nigga said this
Man I don't give a f*** about what that nigga said man!
That's what's wrong with you niggaz, you niggaz is just like b******
Hoe ass niggaz, talk too motherfuckin' much
(Speak)
Study your own, get your own, yahmsayin?
Be independent nigga, beotch!

Yeah
B**** niggaz
(B**** niggaz)
B**** niggaz
(B**** niggaz)
B**** ass niggaz
(Beotch)
B**** niggaz
(B**** niggaz)
Yeah I'm talkin' about you
(Beotch)
B**** niggaz
And you too
(Beotch)

Hmm dog
I meet mo' b**** niggaz than hoes, look here
An' I really don't know, but that's just how it go
(Damn)
Dog, so many niggaz like to keep up s***
And just like a b****
(B****)
Niggaz be talkin' s***
(Nigga)
Smilin' in my face and then they blast me in the back
(Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka)
Niggaz stay strapped from way back, 'cause payback'll
Make niggaz wanna pop that s***
If you ain't ready for the game nigga stop that s***
(Uh, uh)
We rock that s***, my nigga Dre, drop that s***
(Right)
No mo' talkin', I'm walkin' and I'm poppin' the clip
Glock on the hip, set-trippin' dippin' an' s***
If you act like a b**** nigga you get smacked like a b****
(Nigga)

B**** niggaz
B**** niggaz
(B**** niggaz)

These niggaz don't know what the f*** is goin' on
Yo dog, check it kick back
Let me holla at these niggaz for a minute

Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity
The aggravated, makin' these punk m************ hate it
Compton is the city I'm from
Can't never leave the crib without a murder weapon
Huh, I can't live my life on broke no mo'
And most of these fools ain't s*** but cutthroats
They smile in a nigga face and for what?
They got the game f***** up, and want my thang f***** up
I done learned a lot, seen a whole lot
The top notch nigga, I'm feedin' for that spot
Now peep game on what six-deuce told me

These niggaz after yo' paper, Dr. D.R.E
(What? )
And these punk-ass hoes is lookin' for dough
You gotta watch your homeboys, 'cause a nigga never know
Oh, they'll be around, but when yo' paper get low
Just like Master P said, 'There they go, there day go'
B**** niggaz uh-huh

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Stop scheamin', and lookin hard' audio two
Stop scheamin', and, an', and an', an' , and and lookin' hard}

B**** nigga, a b**** nigga
B**** nigga, hella b**** nigga
Youse a b**** nigga, m*********** b**** nigga
A b**** nigga, a b**** nigga

I know yo' type, so much b**** in you, if it was slightly darker
Lights was little dimmer my dick be stuck up in yo' windpipe!
Hmm, you'd rather blow me than fight, I'm from the old school
Like Romey Rome Homey yo, you owe me the right
To slap you, like the b**** that you are, that wanted to cap you
Every since you was mad doggin' me with that b**** in yo' car
Fool who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff'
Man, you s*** on hit, get yo' s*** bust, plus
Pistol whipped, cover it up, use yo' b****'s blush

Mr. powder puff yo', bark ain't loud enough, huh
I know chihuahuas that's mo' rah, rah, ha ha
I have to laugh Dre, I bet he take bubble baths
You don't want no trouble with the Aftermath staff, trust me
Doggy dogg, diggy doctor plus me
No youse a Busta slash hussy, soft as a hush puppy
Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimen's
A b**** nigga!

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Stop scheamin', and lookin' hard, audio two
Stop, stop, stop scheamin', and lookin' hard
Stop-stop, ah-op-op-stop sch-sch-scheamin' and lookin' hard
Stop scheamin' an-an-and lookin' hard
Stop scheamin' and lookin' hard
Stop skee-scheamin' and lookin' hard
Stop scheamin' an-an-and
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