[Verse 1]
Chillin' at a house party, me and my 40
Chokin' off dank rolled up in a pierogi
Cot everywhere, I mean the bitches was at that
I'm peepin' the scene seeing who I'm a mac at
This bitch walked in lookin real prizznity
With no hesitation, I step to the brizznity
Said, "How you doing, baby, can I spit at you?
Saucy young tender, can I get at you?"
She musta recognized the potent pimpin' on sight
'Cause she was jockin' MD for the rest of the night
We smoked dank, and drank Tanqueray
I said, "Baby, are you sure you can hang with Dre?"
With the party still poppin' we shook the spot
Cut to my Brougham and I took the cot
For 25 minutes MD was shovin' it
She was screaming my name and I could tell she was lovin' it
Cock was thrusted, nuts was busted
In this no good bitch that some n***a trusted
Pulled up my pants and she put on some lipstick
Went back in the party feeling pimperistic
I couldn't help but notice that this n***a was starin'
I thought he was trippin' off the clothes I was wearin'
But, he stepped to MD and said, "What's up, punk?
You been fuckin' my bitch and now I want some funk"
I said, "I'm not with the drama so you can save the theatrical
I macked on your bitch 'cause she appeared to be mackerble"
But instead of this n***a being real on a player
He took a step back and tried to steal on a player
I said, "Look fool, nobody smashes Dre
I throw these thangs like young Cassius Clay"
With one blow, I sent the punk to the floor
And said, "Get your ass up if you want some more"
These n***as ran up, they musta been his crew
Now tell me what the fuck was I supposed to do?
Cut to the Brougham and got the M-double-8
So I can get these motherfuckers from up out of my face
Let off a rat-a-tat, hopped in my Cadillac
And burned long rubber on them suckers I gatted at
Yeah
[Verse 2]
I got my chopper on my left with my finger on the trigger
Rolling in a glasshouse feelin' like that n***a
Suckers started static last night now I'm searchin'
Finna put some work in, 'gnac got me perkin'
Seen a sucker posted with his bitch at the liquor store
Put in the clip and go, didn't mean to hit the ho
Fully automatic Mac-11 spittin' fast
Make sure I get that ass, then I hit the gas
Punch it to the hood, switchin' up now I'm back
Rolling in the 'Lac, still sippin' 'gnac
Rollers to their right get behind me, I don't trip
They looking for a n***a in a Chev, I don't slip
High speed chase if they want to harass me
Put the lights on, switch lanes then pass me
Had me kinda 'noid but no longer am I spooked
And man, like I said, if they jacked me they was juked
Creep to the spot where the homeboys romp
N***as on the dice getting paid shootin' twamps
30 minutes later pockets fat now I'm cool
Steppin' out the house, n***as scream "Get that fool"
Suckers smash up in the deuce and a squirrel
Three bald heads and a n***a with a curl
Bullets let loose, I get it in the chest
Fools smash off screaming, "Trick, fuck the Crest"
Waiting for the motherfuckin' ambulance
Thinking to myself: I don't stand a chance
Dizzy and my breathing is impossible
Next thing I know I'm at the hospital
Waking up hurt, fresh out the trauma
Looking at my bitch, and my baby's mama
They tryna act cool, but I know they hate it
My baby's mama said, "Damn Dre, you barely made it"
Straight tore back, sore than a motherfucker
Thinking to myself: Man, I gotta smoke another sucker
Chillin', illin', back on the street
Strapped with my gat laying in the back seat
Got a white boy driving looking like a nerd
Rolling in a fucked up Thunderbird
Got my gloves on, hoodie and my mask and
Mad than a motherfucker, finna do some blastin'
We hit this dope track like we looking for some rocks
And I hop out the back door and quickly get to poppin'
Suckers start droppin', and I stop cappin'
And hop back in, just like nothin' happened
I'm puttin' in work, killin' fools dissin'
A motherfuckin' savage, a n***a on a mission
Yeah