Protect these, N-U-T's, so nigga please
See what this bitch doin'
Get at you yesterday? Who?
You picked the wrong motherfuckin' day
I can't be faded
'Cause Dr. Drizze's about to rizzip shit up
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O-double-G-Y D-O-double-G
She said, "Well, daddy, if I had nuts under my chin
Umm, pick up my stuff from the cleaners
With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope
Songwriters: Delmar Arnaud, Cordozar Broadus, Nate Dogg, Warren Griffith, Colin Wolfe, Andre R Young
If I had some nuts, hangin' on the walls
With big money, big nuts and a big fat chronic sack
(Chiggie check)
Microphone, check three
Would those be chin-nuts?"
Chiggie check
I heard you wanna fuck with Dre
On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling
Here I come, stompin' in my kahki suit
Had he, not known about the city I'm from Long Beach
Ay did, did, did whats-a-name done
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
Microphone, check one
Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row
Chiggie check
Nuttin', just kickin it
(I can't be faded)
Deeez nuuuts
Microphone, check one
(Chiggie check)
Nothin', whatchu doin?
And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past
Back with some shit that gots to bump
(I can't be faded)
Microphone, check two
So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double-G
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow
But could you raise up off his nuts?
Startin' static with Dre, make way for the AK
Slap on some D-R-E
B.G. from the hood, kinfolk Eastwood
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
On my chest, would those be chestnuts?"
Throw off, go off, show off, I take that hoe
Microphone, check two
Let me call this old bitch
Nah, whatchu gon' do today?
Thangs will remain the same until I change 'em
So recognize game from the gangsta
(Chiggie check)
Raggedy-ass, shit man
I heard you wanna fuck with Dre
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
It's real easy to see
Might go get my nails done, seriously
If she proper, I'ma pop her, the hole hopper
Where the niggaz get they strap on, don't nobody cap on
Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy
You're tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E
But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass
You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit, beotch
Microphone, check three
Call this bitch
It's back on the track
Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row
That I bring as I slang like cavi
Peep out my manuscript
Why whassup?
(I can't be faded)
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
So Daz, step up on they ass
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow
Just to floss it like a motherfuker, clownin' an' shit
I wanna ask you one question
Hello? Whassup?
She said, "Well, daddy, if I had some nuts
As you pull up in the park, you pops the trunk
Real G's who drop ki's
You picked the wrong, motherfuckin' day
(I can't be faded)
Got the Dana's on your hooptie and your fly-ass bitch
Are y'all done?
Now check me out, it's back to the old school
Check game from the notorious Compton G
I said, "Hell, yes"
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
I said, "Darling, you'd have some walnuts"
I can't be faded
What did I have honey?
I said, "Hell no, bitch, you'd have a dick in your mouth”
Goddamn, I ripped up, flipped up and skipped up
Tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back
Aw, shut up nigga
Diggidy Daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote
Publishers: NOTTING DALE SONGS INC, SONY/ATV TUNES LLC
(Chiggie check)