Stayin’ Alive lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, bring it on
Dedicated to the n*ggas that thought I lost it
No falloffish (Stayin' alive)
Yeah, keep this thing going, stayin' alive, you beezy
Mac D-R-E, up in this b*tch
Yeah, I'm out back, muthaf*cka
I'm out back with the dawgs

[Chorus]
You never met a n*gga like me
The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G
I run with n*ggas that jack for fun
And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun
You never met a n*gga like me
The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G
I run with n*ggas that jack for fun
And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun

[Verse 1]
I'm seeing studio gangstas get lost in the fame
You paper sack n*ggas keep crossing the game
You think life ain't nathan but a gang of b*tches
You can't stop talking if you hang with snitches
You's a suckelle, n*gga, quit dropping the salt
If your pimpin' ain't strong, it's not my fault
At every event, I see your face
With my name in your mouth, you must love the taste
n*gga, what the deal? Is you for real?
Playing ho games and get your cap peeled
Now hear a mac spill straight from the heart
I buy fits with the chips that I take from marks
'Cause a major part of this game is muscle
A swabbage gettin' cabbage, respect the hustle
When I ride around and 'round (Ride around and 'round)
I pull a pistol out (Pull a pistol out)
Boy, I need it big (Boy, I need it big)
Don't make me split your wig (Don't make me split your wig, n*gga)
Mac D.R.E, you never met a n*gga like me
[Chorus]
You never met a n*gga like me
The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G
I run with n*ggas that jack for fun
And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun
You never met a n*gga like me
The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G
I run with n*ggas that jack for fun
And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun

[Verse 2]
Head honcho but you can call me sancho
Creepin' with your b*tch, got my di*k on her tonsils
I'm at the crib with your b*tch in the door
Smokin' crip, feeding goldfish to my shark
The kind of n*gga that you haters hate the most
Quick to pull the trigger when a n*gga play me close
West Coast, cutthoat gorilla
It gets no realer, I gets more scrilla (Ching ching)
Your n*gga, big di*k daddy
I get paid from a big thick patty
A Navi, a bubble, I represent the double
R, in my car, gon' give the rollers trouble
On a high speed chase on the freeway
Don't think the police want to see Dre
I'm bonafide, certified
And gon' be still jackin' when I'm 35
[Chorus]
You never met a n*gga like me
The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G
I run with n*ggas that jack for fun
And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun
You never met a n*gga like me
The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G
I run with n*ggas that jack for fun
And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun

[Verse 3]
All must die, and some die young
That's why I never leave the house without packing my gun
My selection for protection Desert Eagle
I'm down and dirty, never legal
I Know some people that will get you for your jewels
Them cutthoat fools, n*gga, you know the rules
Caught slippin', give it up
You think i'm trippin'? I could give a f*ck
Romp renegade, smokin' dank in the shade
Drinkin' Yukon Jack and lemonade
Blade? What the f*ck you heard?
Your pimpin's to the curb, you're actin' like a nerd
Get your life straight, pull your self together
If your b*tch want to ho up, n*gga, let her
There's nothing like the feeling of a pimp with money
You better recognize, you big dummy (Dummy)
[Chorus]
You never met a n*gga like me
The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G
I run with n*ggas that jack for fun
And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun
You never met a n*gga like me
The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G
I run with n*ggas that jack for fun
And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun
You never met a n*gga like me
The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G
I run with n*ggas that jack for fun
And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun
You never met a n*gga like me
The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G
I run with n*ggas that jack for fun
And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun