The sh*t lyrics

by

​The D.O.C.


[Intro: The D.O.C.]
You don't want to see me cause I'm a Westside hustler
(West Coast)
And I'm through with you busters, so... (Yeah)
Give me my snaps cause you owes me, hoes (Bring it)
Khakis, Pendletons, and Romeos, n*gga
West Coast Rat Pack
'88 real n*ggas, all black (Come on)
All back in your ass again
And you goddamn right we gon' win

[Verse 1: MC Ren]
Ren makin' n*ggas run and duck
Hands on my balls, with the Doc not givin' a f*ck
We bad luck, here a di*k to suck
Your hoe can taste it
With the Villain DNA when she ready to chase it
I'm on another level than y'all
n*ggas dressed up like they Pope John Paul
It's that new motherf*ckin' formula, y'all
f*ck the dress code, n*gga, come and smash the walls
Posted up, hoes choked up
di*k too big, 'bout to tear they throat up
Ren give a f*ck, you askin' to get cut
Comp-town started this sh*t
So n*gga, what? We all f*cked up
But y'all lucked up; n*gga brown nosin'
Drop this n*gga sh*t, had a whole flame frozen
Whole game dozin', in it for somethin'
While y'all b*tches y'all in it for nothin'
[Hook: Six2]
Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There is nothing wrong
It's a must I get my hands on some dead presidents
Can't be hesitant 'cause the game goes on
Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There is nothing wrong
It's a must I get my hands on some dead presidents
Can't be hesitant 'cause the game goes on

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
To f*ck with Ice Cube
You gotta sh*t talk, big talk, Crip walk
Bang hard, run yards, flip cars
'Cause you f*ckin' with millionaires, big stars
Only clockin' a grip will make our di*ks hard
I come through when I handle my business
Like a goddamn menace
n*ggas think I eat spinach
'Cause you need a dentist whenever I finish
It's the Grin-ich, with a gang of Lieutenants
WESTSIDE!
Connec-tion is the campaign
n*ggas tryin' to run sh*t, pull a hamstring
I'mma do the damn thang, baby, do the damn thang
DANCE!
Ass bustin' out them pants
I can't stand it, ram it like the Animal Planet
The kinda n*gga that'd take Janet for granted
Ice Cube got that sh*t that you grew up on
Blew up on, got a lawsuit at home
It's a shark in the swimming pool
Bad news comin' through on them 22's
And I'm huntin' you out, little kids got to run in the house
I'm dirty like the South, with a gun in your mouth
Click click
n*gga bang bang for that blang blang
n*gga get about as insane as Saddam Hussein
Give a f*ck if he got him a gang, he outta my range
Give her sh*t stains when I get brains, n*gga
[Hook: Six2]
Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There is nothing wrong
It's a must I get my hands on some dead presidents
Can't be hesitant 'cause the game goes on
Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There is nothing wrong
It's a must I get my hands on some dead presidents
Can't be hesitant 'cause the game goes on

[Interlude: The D.O.C.]
There it is, all right
There it is my n*ggas
We goin' back to the beginnin' of it
For real
But even in the midst of this old school sh*t
Our young gangstas still bring the pain
Doggy Dogg break them off somethin'

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Easily I approach
The microphone with a pocket full of dough
The king of the Coast
I'm rockin' the boat
Strokin' your folks
And loc'in' with loc's
Baby boy got smoked
n*gga what up, n*gga what up
I need cheese, paper, bread, and butter
Nut up and cut up the beef
I got a '44 piece that'll shut up the {​*gun shot*}​
My n*ggas gonna floss to this
My Crip'ed out homeboys gon' walk to this
Creep to the spizzot, and stash my knizzot
Then call the Dizzoc, you know we got it lizzocked
Pop right back on your monkey ass
Then c*ck the Glock back on your funky ass
Been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Let's get loot like Snoop, nephew
Six Deuce
[Hook: Six2]
Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There is nothing wrong
It's a must I get my hands on some dead presidents
Can't be hesitant 'cause the game goes on
Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There is nothing wrong
It's a must I get my hands on some dead presidents
Can't be hesitant 'cause the game goes on

[Outro: The D.O.C.]
Here we go
Some of this millennium sh*t from the D.O.C., n*gga
And as long as I'm f*ckin' around with n*ggas like Ice Cube
Ren the motherf*ckin' villain, Snoop Dogg
Dre the motherf*ckin' doctor
Baby number one stunna, n*gga
Jazze Pha, Nate Dogg and the kingpin, X to the motherf*ckin' Z
Six2, my motherf*ckin' Silverback Family, motherf*ckers
So as long as I keep makin' these records, this is what you gon' get
The sh*t, take that mother {​gun shot}​
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