Chin Check

What the fuck's up, Dre?

You tell me, you talk to Ren

I'm right here nigga

Release the hound

Bow wow wow

What?

I'm a nigga with an attitude thanks to y'all

And I don't give a fuck I keep it gangsta y'all

I'ma ride for my side in the C.P.T

God bless the memory of Eazy-E

If it wasn't for me where the fuck you'd be?

Rapping like the Treacherous Three, fucking cowards

I'd have seen Dre rocking parties for hours

And I'd have seen Ren fucking bitches from Howard

And I'd have seen Snoop give away Eddie Bauer's

So fuck Jerry Heller and the white superpowers

This the shit niggas kill for

They hear the villain niggas spitting with them nigga flows

Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch-ass niggas too

Got something for you broke

These niggas wearing skirts like the pope

Who them niggas that you love to get

Who them niggas that you fuckin' with

Love to yell to yell that we the shit

The saga continues with the world's most dangerous group

Four deep in the coup

I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (Fuck that)

I'ma choke who I wanna choke (Fuck that)

I'ma ride where I wanna ride (Fuck that)

'Cause I'm a nigga for life, so I'm a nigga 'til I diz-ie

I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (Fuck that)

I'ma choke who I wanna choke (Fuck that)

I'ma ride where I wanna ride (Fuck that)

'Cause I'm a nigga for life, so I'm a motherfucker nigga 'til I diz-ie

A pencil, a pen, or a Glock

I'm the original, subliminal, subterranean

Titanium, criminal minded, swift

D-R-E with that fuck a bitch shit (a bitch shit)

A couple of notes and get you hog-tied in rope

Dope like tons of coke, cut-throat

You don't want the pistols to whistle

Candy paint Impala, I make hoes pop collars

God damn hoes, here we go again

Fucking with Ren, playing to win

(He got the) coke in hen

(I got the) juice and gin

Same shit you was fucking with way back then (What?)

We keep it cracking from the acting to the jacking

G'ed up C'ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up

We all on deck, fool, so put your heat up, I stay on deck so me don't get wet

Look, my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots

Let's get together, make a record, why the fuck not?

Why the fuck not?

Why the fuck not?

Why the fuck not?

'Cause I'm tight as the night

I had to wipe activator off the mic in 1985

Real niggas, biatch, you know, ha hah

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We cause tragedy, erratically

Systematically in your house without a key

How fucked up that'd be?

Gat'll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery

Assault and battery, 'cause we coming with that street mentality

Straight west coast rider academy

Concrete nigga, that's my reality

We tend to bust on niggas that get mad at me

Was it a bitch in the mix?

Well, it had to be

Lying tricks told them dicks I had a key

Hoes make the world harder than it have to be

I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (Fuck that)

I'ma choke who I wanna choke (Fuck that)

I'ma ride where I wanna ride (Fuck that)

'Cause I'm a nigga for life, so I'm a nigga 'til I diz-ie

I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (Fuck that)

I'ma choke who I wanna choke (Fuck that)

I'ma ride where I wanna ride (Fuck that)

'Cause I'm a nigga for life, so I'm a motherfucker nigga 'til I diz-ie

N.W.A

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