Bi*** Ni**az (feat. Hittman, Six-Two & Snoop Dogg)

That's some good-ass weed Check it out Dawg... This game is a motherfuckin' trip man, word on the streets Everybody always tryin' to run up on me Hollerin' about word on the streets is this nigga said this Man I don't give a fuck about what that nigga said man That's what's wrong with you niggas, you niggas is just like bitches Hoe ass niggas, talk too motherfuckin' much (Speak...) Steady your own, get your own You know what I'm sayin'? Be independent nigga Biaaaaatch!!! (Yeah...) Bitch niggas (Bitch niggas) Bitch niggas (Bitch niggas) Bitch ass niggas (Beotch) Bitch niggas (Bitch niggas) Yeah I'm talkin' about you (Bitch niggas) (And you too, hmm...) Dawg, I meet mo' bitch niggas than hoes Look here and I really don't know, but that's just how it go (Damn) Dawg, so many niggas like to keep up shit And just like a bitch (Bitch), niggas be talkin' shit (Nigga) Smilin' in my face and then they blast me in the back Niggas stay strapped from way back, cause payback... I'll, make niggas wanna pop that shit If you ain't ready for the game (uh-huh), nigga stop that shit We rock that shit, my nigga Dre, drop that shit (Right) No mo' talkn', I'm walkin' and I'm poppin' the clip Glock on the hip, set trippin', drippin' and shit If you act like a bitch (Nigga) Nigga you get smacked like a bitch Bitch niggas, bitch niggas, bitch niggas These niggas don't know what the fuck is goin' on Yo Dogg... Check it kick back Let me holla at these niggas for a minute Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity The aggravated, makin' these punk motherfuckers 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 shit, but cutthroats They smile in a nigga face, and for what? They got the game all fucked up, and want my thing fucked up I done learned a lot, seen a whole lot The top notch nigga, I'm fiendin' for that spot Now peep game on what Six-Two told me... These niggas 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 they go" Bitch niggas... Attention all personnel (Uh-huh) Stop scheamin', and lookin' hard Stop scheamin', and... and, and... and-and, and... and lookin' hard Bitch nigga, a bitch nigga Bitch nigga, hella bitch nigga You's a bitch nigga, motherfucker bitch nigga A bitch nigga... a bitch nigga I know yo' type, so much bitch 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 bitch that you are, been wantin' to cap you Every since you was mad doggin' me with that bitch in yo' car Fool, "Who do you think you are? Mr. Bigster" Man, you shit on Hitt, get yo' shit bust, plus Pistol-whipped, cover it up, use yo' bitch'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 you's a busta slash hussy, soft as a hush puppy Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimen, a bitch nigga Stop scheamin', and lookin' hard Stop... stop... stop scheamin', and lookin' hard Stop.stop.ah... op.op.stop.sch.sch.scheamin' and lookin' hard Stop scheamin'...an... an.an.an.an.and lookin' hard Stop scheamin', and lookin' hard Stop schea... scheamin', and lookin' hard Stop scheamin', and... and... and... stop scheamin', and lookin' hard