Deeez Nuuuts

Let me call this old bitch See what this bitch doin' Call this bitch Raggedy-ass, shit man Hello? Whassup? Nothin', whatchu doin? Nuttin', just kickin it Are y'all done? Nah, whatchu gon' do today? Umm, pick up my stuff from the cleaners Might go get my nails done, seriously Why whassup? Ay did, did, did whats-a-name done Get at you yesterday? Who? Deeez nuuuts Aw, shut up nigga I wanna ask you one question If I had some nuts, hangin' on the walls What did I have honey? I said, "Darling, you'd have some walnuts" She said, "Well, daddy, if I had some nuts On my chest, would those be chestnuts?" I said, "Hell, yes" She said, "Well, daddy, if I had nuts under my chin Would those be chin-nuts?" I said, "Hell no, bitch, you'd have a dick in your mouth" Chiggie check Microphone, check one (Chiggie check) Microphone, check two (Chiggie check) Microphone, check three Check game from the notorious Compton G Back with some shit that gots to bump As you pull up in the park, you pops the trunk Just to floss it like a motherfuker, clownin' an' shit Got the Dana's on your hooptie and your fly-ass bitch Throw off, go off, show off, I take that hoe If she proper, I'ma pop her, the hole hopper It's back on the track With big money, big nuts and a big fat chronic sack So Daz, step up on they ass And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past Diggidy Daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass Startin' static with Dre, make way for the AK That I bring as I slang like cavi Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy Had he, not known about the city I'm from Long Beach Tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back Here I come, stompin' in my kahki suit B.G. from the hood, kinfolk Eastwood Goddamn, I ripped up, flipped up and skipped up On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling But could you raise up off his nuts? 'Cause Dr. Drizze's about to rizzip shit up Chiggie check Microphone, check one (Chiggie check) Microphone, check two (Chiggie check) Microphone, check three You're tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E Now check me out, it's back to the old school Where the niggaz get they strap on, don't nobody cap on Slap on some D-R-E Or some funky ass shit by the D-O-double-G-Y D-O-double-G Real G's who drop ki's Protect these, N-U-T's, so nigga please Peep out my manuscript You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit, beotch So recognize game from the gangsta Thangs will remain the same until I change 'em It's real easy to see So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double-G I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street (I can't be faded) I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street (I can't be faded) I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street (I can't be faded) I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street I heard you wanna fuck with Dre You picked the wrong motherfuckin' day Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row I heard you wanna fuck with Dre You picked the wrong, motherfuckin' day Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street (I can't be faded) I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street