Da Shit (Album Version Explicit)

I'm a G, you can't see, me That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch) I'm the shit, and you know, it Never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop niggas) Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, oh As I cruise, the streets of Compton (Roll out the '6-4), ('6-trey) (Glasshouse), ('5-7 Chevrolet) (And tell them niggas) I'll let the whole world know that I can't be stopped Even without Doc I'm still from the (Streets of Compton) Yeah nigga I said it, and I'mma stay on top Like a hoodrat with bomb ass cot Run up on 'em like these rap niggas, I ain't gotta clap niggas End your career with one line, like that nigga Hit the switch (front and back), make it bounce (let it jump) Killaforn-I-A is where I'm from... Three-wheelin' with the ass out Smoke chronic 'til I pass out Holdin' weight at my nigga Daz house He always got a thick bad bitch from Long Beach She a known freak and she got a long reach She gon' touch it, suck it, fuck it Never back down, especially when Al Green in the background Now bitch, hit the weed and turn that ass 'round It's time to bring back "Chronic" and the "Doggystyle" West Coast niggas still holdin' shit down I'm a G, you can't see, me That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch) I'm the shit, and you know, it Never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop niggas) Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, oh As I cruise, the streets of Compton (Roll out the '6-4), ('6-trey) (Glasshouse), ('5-7 Chevrolet) (And tell them niggas) I'm back on the cover of The Source and the XXL Floatin' all through the (Streets of Compton) I got more bitches, more plaques More beef and more straps That's what the fuck I call gangsta rap I was the Aftermath remedy 'til friends turned enemies Streets kept me laced like blunts dipped in Hennessy You niggas act like The Game can't roll 'em out One man show, still sell a motherfucker out... With no Dre still sell the motherfucker out Cause everybody here from the (Streets of Compton) We got Crip niggas, Blood niggas, ese's, asians Red and blue laces, tattoos on faces I kept you niggas waitin', had to take you back to the basics Switch the Impala from gold to chrome Dayton's Everytime your bitch hear my voice she masturbatin' I run through hoes like Walter Payton, on the daily I got your main bitch swallowin' my babies I'm a G, you can't see, me That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch) I'm the shit, and you know, it Never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop niggas) Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, oh As I cruise, the streets of Compton (Roll out the '6-4), ('6-trey) (Glasshouse), ('5-7 Chevrolet) (And tell them niggas) I'm the West Coast Rakim, got you niggas blocked in Glasshouse parked sideways on the stock rims New-school, old-school mentality Translation - fours pumps and twelve batteries Hydraulics make the world go round, your girl go down Chronic make your girl slow down Before she end up like Superhead (uh), givin' super head (uh) Every nigga in the industry done fucked Super Head (Shit) And I just might fuck her too If I ever catch her slidin' or ridin' through the (Streets of Compton) Rollin' down Green Leaf, smokin' on that green leaf With a Mack 10 like was born on Queens St Murder MC's like I was born in Queensbridge That's how I show you pawn niggas where the king is And you don't wanna play chess on a time clock I'm in the Hall of Fame, next to Snoop behind Pac I got the whole motherfuckin' world locked I'm a G, you can't see, me That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch) I'm the shit, and you know, it Never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop niggas) Ridin' low, blowin' smoke, oh As I cruise, the streets of Compton (Roll out the '6-4), ('6-trey) (Glasshouse), ('5-7 Chevrolet) (And tell them niggas) Everybody wanna know what the fuck is goin' on Am I signed to Aftermath, Interscope What's up with Geffen I'mma just say it like this One day I walked in the motherfuckin' house And all my shit was gone