Lyrics
You really don't understand, do you?
Hey man, don't you realize in order for us to make this thing work, man
We've got to get rid of the pimps and the pushers and the prostitutes?
And then start all over again clean
Nigga, is you crazy?
Once again
The mighty Death Row organization commitin' mass murder
And we ain't askin' for shit, nigga, we takin' it
So, Dre, blast they ass, nigga!
Rat-tat-tat-tat late at night with my gat
On the streets of L.A. wonderin' where the pussy at
Straight player, looking for a hoe
Hangin' out, rollin' in my '64
16 switches for the niggas in my hood
17 shells so I make it understood
Stay back, lay back, way back in the cut
You come outside, nigga, you gettin' fucked up
I done told ya, creep-creep, ya best move
Like Luther Vandross, I'm fuckin' up the west coast
I'm right back up in ya when ya nut
One, two, three nut, from the D-R-E but
This is for the hoes that I used to know
When I didn't have my '64 and a lot of dough
I keep it like this and like that, and I
Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-ta-tat, like that, and I
Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-ta-tat, like that, and I
Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
Ooh-wee, that's that nigga owe you that grip
Yeah, there that fool is (well, what's up? Break him off proper then)
What's up? What's happenin'? (Can I get them ends?) What's up?
Nigga, you delinquent, can I get those ends? (I ain't)
Nigga, pay this nigga, he ain't trippin'
Man, I ain't got your money
Well, yo, check this out, nigga
What's up, fool? What's up?
What's up? You don't want-
Yeah, motherfucker
I'll be back though, I'll be back
You ain't never comin' back, fool
Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back (yeah, nigga)
Rat-tat-tat-tat, tat-ta-tat, like that, you know I