Key: C major•
Verse 1
Hittin corners so hard
you can taste my rims
Rag top six-fo',
Henny Henny in the passenger side
Smokin chronic just let me ride
You would do it if my name was Dre,
second comin motherfucker
Throw it up for the king of L.A
I'm known for makin bitches
take they clothes off
Long as I'm from Compton,
California I could never go soft
I'm hard as a motherfuckin ounce
of raw
Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant
bounce the ball
Fuck the law!! Feedin my son is a must
Whip it soft, whip it hard, in crack we trust
Why Andrew Jackson look high
as fuck on the 20, G answer
Cocaine been around for centuries
Since I'm young, black and rich,
I'm the public enemy
Ridin the bass drum,
Verse 2
Just Blaze got the remedy
Fm
I got the remedy
Aftermath got the remedy
Nigga back up (back
up) back up (back up)
'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked
smoked
Verse 3
I'm from the city of angels where that
Jacob watch is a trophy
And starin at that Hollywood sign'll get you
straight jacked
(Where you from fool?) Better
say you pro-black
Causin Causin walkin in Roscoe's
wit'cha chain hangin
Is like Giuliani tryin to get
rid of the gangbaners
Now that 'Pac passed,
tryin to put us on Death Row
Get ready for the Aftermath
I run through the city like Godzilla
Doin mo' damage than Ice-T when
when he dropped Cop Killa
Pull a shotty out the trunk of the Chevy
There go another victim of
a one-eight-seven
Who's Who's Who's the grim
reaper wit'cha life in his hand
Even the toughest niggas run
when my gun go... blam
So kick back and watch the
bitches dance
N.W.A. is back,
now let me see your motherfuckin hands
Verse 4
Aftermath got the remedy
Nigga back up (back
up) back up (back up)
'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked
smoked
Verse 5
All black interior on the cherry
red six-fo'
Niggas Niggas endin they careers
tryin to shut me up
Actin like I traded in my khakis
for a button up
The West Coast still dippin
Game still Bloodin, and
Snoop still Crippin
So what you sayin loc? Red
and blue bandana
Tied in a knot,
as I creep through the chronic smoke
They say it ain't good weed
if you don't choke
Shit got my head spinnin like
the hundred spokes
Three wheelin through the
neighborhood
System on blast,
as the motherfuckin one-time pass
The key to drivebys is aim steady
Turn that Bape hoody into
motherfuckin confetti
When you cross that enemy line
Close your eyes,
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