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Deeez Nuuuts

Let me call this old bitch

See what this bitch doin'

Call this bitch

Raggedy-ass, shit man

Hello? Whassup?

Nothin', whatchu doin?

Nuttin', just kickin it

Are y'all done?

Nah, whatchu gon' do today?

Umm, pick up my stuff from the cleaners

Might go get my nails done, seriously

Why whassup?

Ay did, did, did whats-a-name done

Get at you yesterday? Who?

Deeez nuuuts

Aw, shut up nigga

I wanna ask you one question

If I had some nuts, hangin' on the walls

What did I have honey?

I said, "Darling, you'd have some walnuts"

She said, "Well, daddy, if I had some nuts

On my chest, would those be chestnuts?"

I said, "Hell, yes"

She said, "Well, daddy, if I had nuts under my chin

Would those be chin-nuts?"

I said, "Hell no, bitch, you'd have a dick in your mouth”

Chiggie check

Microphone, check one

(Chiggie check)

Microphone, check two

(Chiggie check)

Microphone, check three

Check game from the notorious Compton G

Back with some shit that gots to bump

As you pull up in the park, you pops the trunk

Just to floss it like a motherfuker, clownin' an' shit

Got the Dana's on your hooptie and your fly-ass bitch

Throw off, go off, show off, I take that hoe

If she proper, I'ma pop her, the hole hopper

It's back on the track

With big money, big nuts and a big fat chronic sack

So Daz, step up on they ass

And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past

Diggidy Daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote

With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope

But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass

Startin' static with Dre, make way for the AK

That I bring as I slang like cavi

Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy

Had he, not known about the city I'm from Long Beach

Tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back

Here I come, stompin' in my kahki suit

B.G. from the hood, kinfolk Eastwood

Goddamn, I ripped up, flipped up and skipped up

On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling

But could you raise up off his nuts?

'Cause Dr. Drizze's about to rizzip shit up

Chiggie check

Microphone, check one

(Chiggie check)

Microphone, check two

(Chiggie check)

Microphone, check three

You're tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E

Now check me out, it's back to the old school

Where the niggaz get they strap on, don't nobody cap on

Slap on some D-R-E

Or some funky ass shit by the D-O-double-G-Y D-O-double-G

Real G's who drop ki's

Protect these, N-U-T's, so nigga please

Peep out my manuscript

You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit, beotch

So recognize game from the gangsta

Thangs will remain the same until I change 'em

It's real easy to see

So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double-G

I can't be faded

I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street

(I can't be faded)

I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street

(I can't be faded)

I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street

(I can't be faded)

I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street

I heard you wanna fuck with Dre

You picked the wrong motherfuckin' day

Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow

Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row

I heard you wanna fuck with Dre

You picked the wrong, motherfuckin' day

Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow

Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row

I can't be faded

I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street

(I can't be faded)

I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street

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