We Made n*ggas lyrics

[Hook: Dre]
We made n*ggas put them Rose bottles up we made the whole city boss they life up (boss boss they life up)
We made n*ggas wanna go and hit hutch b*tch we made n*ggas you know we love to stunt (stunt)
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[Verse 1: Dre]
We made n*ggas wanna go and hit hutch now it's [?] and shine riding with Don Michaels and we sitting on shine
Yeah b*tch this a white T east [?] yeah how you like that
Told my plug give me 50 came right back
Now the whole hood jumping like some jumping jacks
Yeah I love rats plus I got cheese
Got white b*tches Puerto Rican Japanese
Rolling green peas
We call it Cali best
Play stupid get hot ones through your flesh
In the coupe bout to put the dash to the test
Now I'm on all these b*tches saying I'm a mess
Moncler vest, Farragamo shoes
I'm tryna ball every day I ain't tryna lose
Moncler vest, Farragamo shoes
I'm tryna ball every day I ain't tryna lose

[Hook]

[Verse 2: HBK]
Who got n*ggas tryna stress off they belts but they looking like fools lil n*gga be yourself
We made ya'll get to dying off the shelf we made these hood rat b*tches stop f*cking with the help baby
We in the club making n*ggas tuck pieces b*tches like calm down ya'll stunting for no reason listen
We made everybody say they in the game
But everybody know who really started that slang boy
We made n*ggas wanna go and get froze
We made these squares wanna go and dog hoes n*gga
We made ya'll wanna step it up a bit we made these n*ggas not to trust they own b*tch cause they on this di*k
[Verse 3: Payroll Giovanni]
You better keep your hoes close and your wife even closer
Cause I just left the jewelry store 5 degrees frozer
Too much paper on me sh*t I need a folder
Wake up sell a boulder now I'm counting sipping Folgers
Whipping up in Rovers stepping out in Louis loafers
Pockets full of overs thanks to my loyal smokers
My crib used to smell like crack and weed
Now the condo smell like leather and Febreeze
We set trends in the city my dude how dare you lame n*ggas hate lil n*gga pay dues
I was running through bags when you were sitting on your ass used to hit a new broad every time I cut class
I'm the reason why you n*ggas hit the Louis store cause two years straight, all of this I had Louis on
Had n*ggas scratching they head like what they into ya'll just see us looking clean and dirt stay within the crew

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Crispy Quis]
Crispy
Coupes, furs, rollies his and hers
I'm getting cash your dirty ass disgusting like a germ
That's your girl get her cause I slither like a worm
I ain't a trick but I'ma pay the b*tch what she earn
Free my n*gga Vern, free my uncle Baldy
All these hoes hounding, my chain worth 20 thousand
Tri color Prezy with the boogers all around it
It's more G's in my pocket than what's on my outfit
I'm standing on couches in the booth acting up
Prezy's on my whole team n*gga add it up
Let me fasten up I'm in the coupe doing a hundered
Before all this rap sh*t we was known for stunting
[Hook]