Chin Check

What the fuck's up, Dre? You tell me, you talk to Ren I'm right here nigga Release the hound Bow wow wow What? I'm a nigga with an attitude thanks to y'all And I don't give a fuck I keep it gangsta y'all I'ma ride for my side in the C.P.T God bless the memory of Eazy-E If it wasn't for me where the fuck you'd be? Rapping like the Treacherous Three, fucking cowards I'd have seen Dre rocking parties for hours And I'd have seen Ren fucking bitches from Howard And I'd have seen Snoop give away Eddie Bauer's So fuck Jerry Heller and the white superpowers This the shit niggas kill for They hear the villain niggas spitting with them nigga flows Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch-ass niggas too Got something for you broke These niggas wearing skirts like the pope Who them niggas that you love to get Who them niggas that you fuckin' with Love to yell to yell that we the shit The saga continues with the world's most dangerous group Four deep in the coup I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (Fuck that) I'ma choke who I wanna choke (Fuck that) I'ma ride where I wanna ride (Fuck that) 'Cause I'm a nigga for life, so I'm a nigga 'til I diz-ie I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (Fuck that) I'ma choke who I wanna choke (Fuck that) I'ma ride where I wanna ride (Fuck that) 'Cause I'm a nigga for life, so I'm a motherfucker nigga 'til I diz-ie A pencil, a pen, or a Glock I'm the original, subliminal, subterranean Titanium, criminal minded, swift D-R-E with that fuck a bitch shit (a bitch shit) A couple of notes and get you hog-tied in rope Dope like tons of coke, cut-throat You don't want the pistols to whistle Candy paint Impala, I make hoes pop collars God damn hoes, here we go again Fucking with Ren, playing to win (He got the) coke in hen (I got the) juice and gin Same shit you was fucking with way back then (What?) We keep it cracking from the acting to the jacking G'ed up C'ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up We all on deck, fool, so put your heat up, I stay on deck so me don't get wet Look, my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots Let's get together, make a record, why the fuck not? Why the fuck not? Why the fuck not? Why the fuck not? 'Cause I'm tight as the night I had to wipe activator off the mic in 1985 Real niggas, biatch, you know, ha hah We cause tragedy, erratically Systematically in your house without a key How fucked up that'd be? Gat'll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery Assault and battery, 'cause we coming with that street mentality Straight west coast rider academy Concrete nigga, that's my reality We tend to bust on niggas that get mad at me Was it a bitch in the mix? Well, it had to be Lying tricks told them dicks I had a key Hoes make the world harder than it have to be I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (Fuck that) I'ma choke who I wanna choke (Fuck that) I'ma ride where I wanna ride (Fuck that) 'Cause I'm a nigga for life, so I'm a nigga 'til I diz-ie I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (Fuck that) I'ma choke who I wanna choke (Fuck that) I'ma ride where I wanna ride (Fuck that) 'Cause I'm a nigga for life, so I'm a motherfucker nigga 'til I diz-ie N.W.A N.W.A N.W.A N.W.A N.W.A N.W.A