Vaping in the Hood lyrics

by

Dr. Dre


[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
The motherf*ckin world is a ghetto
Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal
When the smoke settle..
I'm just lookin for a big yellow;
In six inch stilettos
Dr. Dre, Hello, perculatin keep em waitin
While you sittin here hatin', yo' b*tch is hyperventilatin'
Hopin that we penetratin', you gets naythin'
Cause I never been to Satan, for hardcore administratin'
Gangbang affiliatin'; MC Ren'll have you
Wildin off a zone and a whole half a gallon
(Get to dialing) 9 1 1 emergency
(And you can tell em) It's my son he's hurtin' me
(And hе's a felon) On parole for robbery
Ain't no coppin' a plеa, ain't no stoppin' a G
I'm in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly
You handle sh*t sloppily I drop a ki properly
They call me the Don Dada
Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla
Even rottweilers, follow, the Impala
Wanna talk about this concrete? n*gga I'm a scholar
The incredible, hetero-sexual, credible
Beg a ho, let it go, di*k ain't edible
n*gga ain't federal, I plan sh*t
While you hand picked motherf*ckers givin up transcripts
[Verse 2: MC Ren]
Villain blows up yo' spot
Take yo' notebook yo' b*tch and yo' Glock
This motherf*cker thought the coochie had a padlock
You slapped her ass that's alarmin
Cause she want my Worm like Carmen
We chin check n*ggas, them thin check n*ggas
Run trains on gold diggers beware these fo' n*ggas
Scarin motherf*ckers like Stephen King flicks
Makin' n*ggas clear the room like a dyke fleein' di*k
Makin 2nd II None sh*t, n*gga like Quik
So when I bomb first n*gga who you rollin with?
f*ck that ice on your wrist, f*ck yo' fine ass b*tch
Cause you could lose it in a tussle n*gga watch me hustle
Watch n*ggas kiss my ass without flexin a muscle
b*tches - all in the back they knees waitin to buckle
Same time same channel don't change the dial
n*ggaz4Life, f*ckin your wife, these n*ggas wild (Hello)

[Chorus: MC Ren & Ice Cube]
I started this gangsta sh*t
And this the motherf*ckin thanks I get? (Hello)
I started this gangsta sh*t
And this the motherf*ckin thanks I get? (Hello)

[Verse 3: Dr. Dre]
Did I fall off?, Got you in your room
Rippin every "Chronic" poster on your wall off
Just cause I put away the sawed off
Now I got you sittin back with a smirk;
Listening with your arms crossed
Questioning Dre's credibility (What?)
Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits;
Y'all be killin me
As if I need to make mo' I got a mansion
And six cars that are paid fo' suck my di*k! (Hello)
We came a long way from not givin a f*ck
Sellin tapes out of a trunk to movin this far up
Now we got the whole world starstruck
Made a million plus and still don't give a motherf*ck
Motherf*cker I'm Dre - I don't need your respect
I don't need to make another album b*tch I don't gotta do sh*t
I do it because I want to not to stay in the game
f*ck the fame, I'm still stayin the same, lil' b*tch! (Hello)
[Chorus: MC Ren & Ice Cube]
I started this gangsta sh*t
And this the motherf*ckin thanks I get? (Hello)
I started this gangsta sh*t
And this the motherf*ckin thanks I get? (Hello)

[Ice Cube]
Look at these n*ggas With Attitudes
Look at these n*ggas With Attitudes (Hello)
Look at these n*ggas With Attitudes
Look at these n*ggas With Attitudes
Look at these n*ggas With Attitudes
Look at these n*ggas With Attitudes
Look at these n*ggas With Attitudes
Look at these n*ggas With Attitudes..
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