[D.O.C.] You don't wanna see me Cuz I'm a Westside hustla (westcoast) And I'm through with you busta's so (yeah) Gives me my snaps cuz yous owes me hoes
(feat. Dr. Dre, Six Two) [Verse 1: The D.O.C.] big baller, of blind diggy black foe dipply quickly, run into your city like Jeepsy I kept a half of
D.O.C.] in Judgment Day don't you get caught slippin' without your AK don't you get caught slippin' without your AK [Verse 3: The D.O.C.] I touched
.T.)] What would you do, if two face came to pop ya? (The heat of the moment) Number one component, pain got ya, (the police cant stop ya) The church cant either, D-O
(feat. MC Ren, Ice Cube, Six Two, Snoop Dogg) [D.O.C.] You don't wanna see me Cuz I'm a Westside hustla (westcoast) And I'm through with you busta's
N Z we Roll around the corner with the, F O R T S C V and a nigga can't fuck with me Not even the devil with B O N E T H U G, spell it motherfucker
the lot you would think I was racin' Pinky ring hi, at the bar wine tastin I paint all my cars black you would think I was racist A.T.L.A.N.T.A C.O
down wit' us My man Lil' Jamal, is down wit' us My Def Squad click, is down wit' us The Pack Pistol Posse is down wit' us yo My L.O.D. click, is down
t you fill your cups? Shady's come to fill you up, if you a D or a C-cup You can even be a B, it's just me and D-R-E You'll be in the ER, we are strapped
the "D's" on the Deuce And you can blame it on the alcohol The weed and the juice look. Lolo(?) Starter cap to the left of me You know when I rep a "C
chillin with my partna named DeMo its on his birthday we comin through in a nigga trunk is tha nigga named Tru and I got that boy Key-C in here and that
medicine Wanna be down? On the H-town Real ballas fight for the rebound B-town to motherfuckin G-town Creep around everybody G'd out Can't see how you
this one right here come on All the ladies gon? rush the dancefloor Please believe Throw them deuces up and add a six on it The homie Yung J O C about
Gettin drunk, hopin' I get to the crib safely Pray for me, 'cause I'm needin' money majorly Sit at home watchin' MTV with a empty P O C K E T, I MP3
' back trying to hit us from the blind side Low, A fucking doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump Hang from the window what's up now nigga yee-ah L-O-C
trying to hit us from the blind side low, A fucking doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump Hang from the window what's up now nigga yee-ah L-o-c to the brain
We learnin these hoes biology, and obviously, well... Mmm, ain't this some shit, pull up in the c-a D-i, double-l, with ah a-c, a-c hoes They peep
