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hey man, don't you know
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in order for us to make this thing work
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we gotta get rid of the pimps, and the pushers, and then start
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all over agian clean
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NIGGAZ you crazy!
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Once again
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the mighty Death Row organization commitin' mass murder
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and we ain't askin for shit, nigga we takin'
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it, so Dre, BLAST they ass nigga
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Rat-tat-tat-tat late at night with my gat
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on the streets of LA
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wonderin' where the pussy at
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staright for ya, looking for a hoe
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hangin' out, rollin in my '64
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16 swicthes for the niggaz in my hood
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17 shells so i make it understood
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stay back, lay back, way back in the cut
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ya come outside nigga ya gettin' fucked up
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but i told ya, Creep, Creep ya best move
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like Luthor Vadros, fuckn' up the west coast
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i'm right back up in ya when ya nut
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1-2-3 nut, from the D-R-E but
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this is for the hoes that i used to know
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when i didn't have my '64 and a lot of doe
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i keep ya this and like that
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and i...
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Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
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rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and i..
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never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
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rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and i...
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Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
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Ohh wait, that's that nigga that owe ya that grip
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ya,t ehre that fool is
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break him off proper then
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what's up, what's happinin' ?
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i'm the man
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nigga you delinquent, can i get those in?
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nigga, pay this nigga here
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[i ain't got yo money]
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well, yo, check this out, nigga
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what's up *slaps around some guy that owes them money*
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what's up?
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what's up?
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ya motherfucker
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[i'll be back though, i'll be back]
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ya, you ain't never comin' back
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Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
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yeah nigga
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Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and i..
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never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
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[chorus]
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Creepin and peepin' and i can get with these
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the chronic, slangin' fat keys from my block
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and it don't stop
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tell me where ya wanna go
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to the strip
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or take a trip bawlin' with the row
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my shit off in ya system
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indo smoke in ya lungs, like that
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and you can lift it, on, and a fist a bomb
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takin' away like hell at Veitnam
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California, back in and on a mission, makin a point
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ain't no fuckin' competition
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they wish they was a runnin' up in reality
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CPT, CAL my locality
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it's strage how i re-arange and change the buisness
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by droppin' shit like this
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dope, ya can't cope with the real
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i peal, in the penatentaries, and when i kill it goes...
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rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and i... never hesitate to put a nigga on his
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back
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[chourus]
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Straight up, now you niggaz know where my homey's comin' from
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so quit the chit-chat, before ya find yourself flat on your biz-out, fool
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it's 9-duce, Dr Drizzay, is sittin on Tizzart! it don't stop
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treartin' buster's like a punk ass kizzart!
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BEEEYYACHH!
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Rat-a-Tat-Tat
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| Dr. DRE |
