[Intro: Busta Rhymes, Dr. Dre, Kurupt & Pete Rock]
Dr. Dre, fresh out the vault!
Pete Rock, Doc Dre up in this bitch
And don't forget the Kingpin Kurupt
Still Dogg Pound Nigga, never givin' a fuck (Yes)
East Coast, West Coast together
(Yeah) What, what, what
Pete Rock, Doc Dre up in this bitch
[Verse 1: Kurupt & Dr. Dre]
Verbal seduction is what I do to precautions
I burn metal with elegant etiquette
You puppet niggas fuckin' with your pedal
The Devil's advocate, acidic idiots
Why face 'em and why bother 'em?
My bitches them other draggings
Nigga, and I'm the father
Student of mass-mayhem, destruction
Kurupt, the putoline's punchin' production
Nothing can stop me from gettin' sloppy
Slap the draws of the bitch like a puck, and it's ice hockey
Rambo motherfucker, ready to face Rocky
I leave you Penny-less, insidious instrumental record
Bodies burnt, only way to (Shoutout to my baby bro) [?] is through the dental records
Who these niggas was or were (Kurupt), his or her?
You can't tell like (The Kingpin), is there Heaven or Hell
Like 40-nickel shell chipper
I put a nigga down like a zipper
You the Captain in the skipper tryna save these bitches (What?!)
I do it non-stop, everything I do is for the love of Hip-Hop (Whoo)
I'm above, and you not
Off of drugs, off of liquor
Niggas will get shot (Get shot, get shot)
Dr. Dre, fresh out the vault!
Pete Rock, Doc Dre up in this bitch
And don't forget the Kingpin Kurupt
Still Dogg Pound Nigga, never givin' a fuck (Yes)
East Coast, West Coast together
(Yeah) What, what, what
Pete Rock, Doc Dre up in this bitch
[Verse 1: Kurupt & Dr. Dre]
Verbal seduction is what I do to precautions
I burn metal with elegant etiquette
You puppet niggas fuckin' with your pedal
The Devil's advocate, acidic idiots
Why face 'em and why bother 'em?
My bitches them other draggings
Nigga, and I'm the father
Student of mass-mayhem, destruction
Kurupt, the putoline's punchin' production
Nothing can stop me from gettin' sloppy
Slap the draws of the bitch like a puck, and it's ice hockey
Rambo motherfucker, ready to face Rocky
I leave you Penny-less, insidious instrumental record
Bodies burnt, only way to (Shoutout to my baby bro) [?] is through the dental records
Who these niggas was or were (Kurupt), his or her?
You can't tell like (The Kingpin), is there Heaven or Hell
Like 40-nickel shell chipper
I put a nigga down like a zipper
You the Captain in the skipper tryna save these bitches (What?!)
I do it non-stop, everything I do is for the love of Hip-Hop (Whoo)
I'm above, and you not
Off of drugs, off of liquor
Niggas will get shot (Get shot, get shot)
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