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This is dedicated to the niggas that was down from day one
Welcome to Death Row
Like we always do about this time
Yeah, nine-deuce
Death Row Records
Creepin' while your sleepin'
Niggas with attitudes?
Nah, loc
Niggas on a motherfuckin' mission
What up niggas and niggettes?
That crazy ass nigga's back in the motherfuckin' hizzouse
The notorious Compton G
D.R.E.
On the solo tip
Fuck them other fools
What up Ren? Yeah
Droppin' Chronic flakes on yo' ass bitch
West Coast flavor
Niggas who talk shit
Get dealt with real quick
So if you wanna take a trip to the Row
Let a nigga like Snoop Doggy Dogg know
Protected by niggas wit big dicks, AK's and 187 skills
So if it's a must you test us
We can handle it in the streets nigga
Fuck makin' records, yeah
G's up hoes down
If that bitch can't swim
She bound to drizzown
Peace to my nigga Drizze
Another platinum hit nigga
Peace to The D.O.C.
Still makin' it funky enough
And Death Row records is in full motherfuckin' effizzect
Oh, yeah
PS, fuck Mr. Roarke and Tattoo
A.K.A. Jerry and Eazy
Sincerely yours
These motherfuckin' nuts
I don't love Eazy
I don't love Jerry
I don't love Ruthless Records
Frankly, I don't love nothin' they got to do with
But, but, but you know what I want them to do for me?
Jerry, Eazy, check this shit out here
I want y'all to put these bizzalls in your jizzaws
And work them like a strizzaw
And tell me what you sizzaw
Yeah, you know what? You know what?
Fuck all y'all, fuck y'all
Really though
It's Death Row nigga
You better ask somebody
You really better ask somebody
(Get out, get out, I don't love you no more)
Yeah, nigga
You's a penguin-lookin' motherfucker