Текст песне : Game. Doctor's Advocate. Remedy.
As my Daytons spin, lowrider sittin' low
Hittin' corners so hard, you can taste my rims
Rag top six-fo', Henny in the passenger side
Smokin' ***, just 'Let Me Ride'
You would do it if my name was Dre
Second comin', ***, throw it up for the King of L.A.
I'm known for makin' *** take they clothes off
Long as I'm from Compton, California, I could never go soft
I'm hard as a *** of raw
Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounce the ball
F*** the law, feedin' my son is a must
Whip it soft, whip it hard, in *** we trust
Why Andrew Jackson look *** on the 20?
G answer, *** been around for centuries
Since I'm young, black and rich, I'm the Public Enemy
Ridin' the bass drum, Just Blaze got the remedy
(Now they got me in a cell)
I got the remedy
(Now they got me in a cell)
Aftermath got the remedy
(Now they got me in a cell)
*** back up, back up, back up, back up
(Now they got me in a cell)
'Fore you get your punk *** smoked
I ain't no joke G, so don't provoke me
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
'Cause walkin' in Roscoe's wit'cha chain hangin'
Is like Giuliani tryin' to get rid of the ***
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 he dropped 'Cop ***'
Pull a *** out the trunk of the Chevy
There go another victim of a 187
Who's the grim reaper wit'cha life in his hand?
Even the toughest *** run when my *** go blam
So kick back and watch the *** dance
N.W.A. is back, now let me see your *** hands
(Now they got me in a cell)
I got the remedy
(Now they got me in a cell)
Aftermath got the remedy
(Now they got me in a cell)
*** back up, back up, back up, back up
(Now they got me in a cell)
'Fore you get your punk *** smoked
I'm back by popular demand and so
All black interior on the cherry red six-fo'
N*** 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 *** and Snoop still ***
So what you sayin', loc? Red and blue bandanna
Tied in a knot, as I creep through the ***
They say it ain't good *** if you don't choke
*** got my head spinnin' like the hundred spokes
Three wheelin' through the neighborhood
System on blast, as the *** one-time pass
The key to *** is aim steady
Turn that Bape hoody into *** confetti
When you cross that enemy line
Close your eyes, 'Parental Discretion Iz Advised'
Hittin' corners so hard, you can taste my rims
Rag top six-fo', Henny in the passenger side
Smokin' ***, just 'Let Me Ride'
You would do it if my name was Dre
Second comin', ***, throw it up for the King of L.A.
I'm known for makin' *** take they clothes off
Long as I'm from Compton, California, I could never go soft
I'm hard as a *** of raw
Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounce the ball
F*** the law, feedin' my son is a must
Whip it soft, whip it hard, in *** we trust
Why Andrew Jackson look *** on the 20?
G answer, *** been around for centuries
Since I'm young, black and rich, I'm the Public Enemy
Ridin' the bass drum, Just Blaze got the remedy
(Now they got me in a cell)
I got the remedy
(Now they got me in a cell)
Aftermath got the remedy
(Now they got me in a cell)
*** back up, back up, back up, back up
(Now they got me in a cell)
'Fore you get your punk *** smoked
I ain't no joke G, so don't provoke me
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
'Cause walkin' in Roscoe's wit'cha chain hangin'
Is like Giuliani tryin' to get rid of the ***
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 he dropped 'Cop ***'
Pull a *** out the trunk of the Chevy
There go another victim of a 187
Who's the grim reaper wit'cha life in his hand?
Even the toughest *** run when my *** go blam
So kick back and watch the *** dance
N.W.A. is back, now let me see your *** hands
(Now they got me in a cell)
I got the remedy
(Now they got me in a cell)
Aftermath got the remedy
(Now they got me in a cell)
*** back up, back up, back up, back up
(Now they got me in a cell)
'Fore you get your punk *** smoked
I'm back by popular demand and so
All black interior on the cherry red six-fo'
N*** 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 *** and Snoop still ***
So what you sayin', loc? Red and blue bandanna
Tied in a knot, as I creep through the ***
They say it ain't good *** if you don't choke
*** got my head spinnin' like the hundred spokes
Three wheelin' through the neighborhood
System on blast, as the *** one-time pass
The key to *** is aim steady
Turn that Bape hoody into *** confetti
When you cross that enemy line
Close your eyes, 'Parental Discretion Iz Advised'
Game
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