Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat

You really don't understand, do you? Hey man, don't you realize in order for us to make this thing work, man We've got to get rid of the pimps and the pushers and the prostitutes? And then start all over again clean Nigga, is you crazy? Once again The mighty Death Row organization commitin' mass murder And we ain't askin' for shit, nigga, we takin' it So, Dre, blast they ass, nigga! Rat-tat-tat-tat late at night with my gat On the streets of L.A. wonderin' where the pussy at Straight player, looking for a hoe Hangin' out, rollin' in my '64 16 switches for the niggas in my hood 17 shells so I make it understood Stay back, lay back, way back in the cut You come outside, nigga, you gettin' fucked up I done told ya, creep-creep, ya best move Like Luther Vandross, I'm fuckin' up the west coast I'm right back up in ya when ya nut One, two, three nut, from the D-R-E but This is for the hoes that I used to know When I didn't have my '64 and a lot of dough I keep it like this and like that, and I Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-ta-tat, like that, and I Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-ta-tat, like that, and I Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Ooh-wee, that's that nigga owe you that grip Yeah, there that fool is (well, what's up? Break him off proper then) What's up? What's happenin'? (Can I get them ends?) What's up? Nigga, you delinquent, can I get those ends? (I ain't) Nigga, pay this nigga, he ain't trippin' Man, I ain't got your money Well, yo, check this out, nigga What's up, fool? What's up? What's up? You don't want- Yeah, motherfucker I'll be back though, I'll be back You ain't never comin' back, fool Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back (yeah, nigga) Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-ta-tat, like that, you know I Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-ta-tat, like that, and I Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-ta-tat, like that, you know I Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-ta-tat, like that, and I Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Creepin' and peepin' and we can get with these The Chronic, slangin' fat ki's from my block And it don't stop, tell me where you wanna go To the strip, or take a trip ballin' with the Row My shit off in ya system attacks Indo smoke go in your lungs, like that You get lifted, calm, and if it's the bomb Taken away like Calgon, Vietnam California, back and on a mission, provin' a point In my game, ain't no fuckin' competition They wishin' but run up on reality C-P-T, C-A-L my locality It's strange how I re-arrange and change the business by droppin' shit like this Dope, niggas can't cope with the real I bill, penitentiary steel, when I kill, it goes Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-ta-tat, like that, and I Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-ta-tat, like that, you know I Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-ta-tat, like that, and I Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-ta-tat, like that, you know I Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back Straight up, now you niggas know where my homie comin' from So quit the chit-chat 'fore you find yourself flat on your bizzack, fool It's nine-deuce, Dr. Drizzay's sittin' on tizzop, it don't stop Treatin' busters like a punk-ass cizzop Biatch!