Bitch Please Part 2
(Dr.Dre) Yeah What up Detroit?
(Snoop) Nah Uh ah ah, oh no he didn't, AHH, they
didn't do it again. Wha what,
wha what? You sh*t on these niggas two times Dr. Dre?
(Dre) Oh Fo Sho!
(snoop) Uh uh no! You smell dat dis is special right
here. Wha what, what what,
what? It's a toast to the boogie baby...to tha boogie
oogie oogie! Yeah ya KNOW?
What's cracking Dre
Jus let me lay back and kick some ol' simplistic pimp
on Slim's sh*t start riots like Limp Bizkit, (LIMP
Throw on Guilty Conscience on concerts
and watch mosh pits til muthaf*ckas knock each other
Some of these crowds that Slim draws,
Is as rowdy as Crenshaw... Boulevard
When it's packed and full of cars.
Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw,
Is niggas from Crenshaw, from Long Beach to South
Central (OH...girl screams)
Not these niggas again, grown ass ignorant men
Wit hair triggas again (sh*t)
You and what army, could harm me D-R-E
And Shady wit Doggy from Long Beach (snoop; EASTSIDE!)
We came a long way to making these songs play
It a be a wrong move ta stare at me tha wrong way
I got a long uz, an I carry it all day
Sometimes it's like a nightmare, just being Andre
Somehow someway...Hello Nigga.
You know about DAWGAY (ah)(Snoop Dogg!)
Now let me cut these niggas up
And show'em where tha f*ck I'm comin from
I get tha party crackin wit tha sh*t that I be spittin
Hit &Run. Get it Done. Get the Funds. Split and Run.
Got about 50 guns,and I love all of em' tha same
Bang Bang. Damn Baby girl what's yo name? (what's yo
I forgot. What'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzed
Hangin in tha club wit my nephew Eminem
(Snoop: What's up Eminem) What up cuz? (Em: What's up
The Great White American Hope
Done hooked up wit tha KING of the MUTHAf*ckIN West
And you really don't wanna f*ck wit me
Only nigga that I trust is me
f*ck around and make me bust this heat (gunshot)
(Snoop): That's tha devil, they always wanna dance.
I'm tha head nigga in charge, I'm watching you move
Ya found dead in yo garage, wit 10 o'clock
Gotta love it cuz I expose tha faí§ade.
Your little lungs is too small to hotbox wit god.
All jokes aside come bounce wit us
Standing over you wit a 12 gauge about ta bust
It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I might leave in a bodybag but never in cuffs
So who do you trust, they just not rugged enough
When things get rough I'm in tha club shootin wit Puff
BITCH PLEASE! You must have a mental disease
Assume tha position and get back down on ya knees
Ahh No , Big Slim Dogg, 80 pound balls (Snoop: Wha?),
dick six inch
Back up in tha Heesy(Snoop: Baby!) Baby, He's Shady
(snoop): He's so crazy!
Give me tha mic, let me recite to Timothy White
Pickets outside the Interscope offices everynight
What if he's right, And I'm just a criminal making a
livin off tha world's
What in the world gives me the right to say what I
Walk around Flippin tha bird, livin tha ur-ban life
like a White kid from tha
Dreamin at night, and screamin at moms schemin ta
Run away from home and grow ta be as evil as me
I just want you all to notice me, and people ta see
That somewhere deep down, there's a decent human being
It just can't be found so tha reason you've been
seeing this me
Cuz this is me now, tha recent dude who's been being
So when you see me dressin up like a nerd on TV
Or heard tha CD, using tha fag word so freely
It's just me being me, Here you want me ta tone it
SUCK MY F*CKIN D*CK YOU FAGITS, ya happy now? Look here: (Impersonating Snoop)
I start some trouble everywhere that I go
Ask tha bouncers in tha club cuz they know
I start some sh*t they throw me out the back do'
Come back and shoot tha club up wit a fo' fo'
2001 and forever Slim Shady...Dr. Dre...Snoop
Dogg...X to tha Z...Nate
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