[Intro: Busta Rhymes, Dr. Dre, Kurupt & Pete Rock]
Dr. Dre, fresh out the vault!
Pete Rock, Doc Dre up in this bitch
And don't forget the Kingpin Kurupt
Still Dogg Pound N***a, never givin' a fuck (Yes)
East Coast, West Coast together
(Yeah) What, what, what
Pete Rock, Doc Dre up in this bitch

[Verse 1: Kurupt & Dr. Dre]
Verbal seduction is what I do to precautions
I burn metal with elegant etiquette
You puppet n***as fuckin' with your pedal
The Devil's advocate, acidic idiots
Why face 'em and why bother 'em?
My bitches them other draggings
N***a, and I'm the father
Student of mass-mayhem, destruction
Kurupt, the putoline's punchin' production
Nothing can stop me from gettin' sloppy
Slap the draws of the bitch like a puck, and it's ice hockey
Rambo motherfucker, ready to face Rocky
I leave you Penny-less, insidious instrumental record
Bodies burnt, only way to (Shoutout to my baby bro) [?] is through the dental records
Who these n***as was or were (Kurupt), his or her?
You can't tell like (The Kingpin), is there Heaven or Hell
Like 40-nickel shell chipper
I put a n***a down like a zipper
You the Captain in the skipper tryna save these bitches (What?!)
I do it non-stop, everything I do is for the love of Hip-Hop (Whoo)
I'm above, and you not
Off of drugs, off of liquor
N***as will get shot (Get shot, get shot)
[Bridge: Pete Rock & Dr. Dre ]
This is Pete Rock
Yo, this shit is crazy my n***a! (Yo)
Wait, holdup
Turn that, turn that shit up
Ey, turn it up
I need to hear it a 'lil louder
Okay
Okay, right
Yeah Q, I like that
Pete Rock, Doc Dre
Classic action into classic fashion
Get 'em Dr. Dre!
Ride on these bitch-ass n***as man
Uh, get 'em

[Verse 2: Dr. Dre & Pete Rock]
Results may vary in different areas
But they know, CPT
Around the world we put fear in 'em, we was scarring 'em
Egyptians bury kings with their gold into afterlife
To make sure that they made it
I think them plaques and them plaques will carry us
And now them guns out, ready to confetti 'em
Lucky I made it out, 'cause the Police planted that paraphernalia
Half a Davis, no letter man
I'm just sayin' man, none of my n***as flunk
But we lovin' them dead presidents
It's Doc Dre, the medicine man
I keep a seddative seddative settlin' in
Hip-Hop's IV, clear
It's alive (Oh shit)
Now I ain't even an MC
And that's un the humble
Keepin' this Hip-Hop shit alive
And I'm ready to rumble
(I'm ready to rumble, I'm ready to rumble)
Yeah n***a
What? Kuruption!
[Verse 3: Kurupt]
Maniac rap, aqua boogie bang, none realer
Tyler Tucker get to duckin' motherfuckin' Godyzilla
Got a bitch in New Zealand just chillin' full of adrenaline
Waitin' for me to come get the pussy to start killin' it
Feelin it, like I just took a shot and she put a pill in it
Through your vest, through your neck
Upper torso to your spine
Make your chest touch your back, disconnect
Terpentine, words poison
Let my homeboys in
Everybody down on the ground and don't make a sound
Or the only sound from the ceiling down will be the Pound
Let it rain, thunder cloud
Talents bouncin' all around
Body parts come apart
I finish, you start
To show the mark in ya, bullets park in ya
Murk work from here to the murk park, n***a
Lurkin' through the deep depths of the dark, n***a
Smellin' the pussy and your swimming with a shark, n***a
I walk into the swap meet heated like a fever
Lookin' for any reason to leave n***as bleedin'
Shells start spreadin' all over, like Legions
Scriptures like bible verses, revelations, Ephesians
[Bridge: Racella & Dr. Dre]
This is Hip-Hop (Real Hip-Hop, bitch)
Real, real Hip-Hop
Real motherfuckin' Hip-Hop

[Post-Chorus: Racella & Dr. Dre]
It's been a minute since I had a feelin' like this (Oh-ho-ho)
I'm glad we had the chance to reminisce one time
'Cause I missed you so-
Nobody's ours for the taking
I was right there from the making
Can't we take it back to the basics?
All I know, is all I got, goin' all in
The fuck, why not? (It's all I wanna do)
Born to win, and I'm still on top
And I'm still tryna get it activated
That's all I wanna do, oh-ho-ho
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh yeah, you soundin' real good on it
You are now listenin' to Racella (Hot!)
Show 'em what you got!
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh