(feat. MC Ren, Ice Cube, Six Two, Snoop Dogg)



[D.O.C.]

You don't wanna see me

Cuz I'm a Westside hustla (westcoast)

And I'm through with you busta's so (yeah)

Gives me my snaps cuz yous owes me hoes (bring it)

Khakis pendletons and romeos, niggaz

Westcoast rat pack, '88 real niggaz all black (come on)

All back in your ass again

And you goddamn right we gonna win



[MC Ren]

Ren makin niggaz run and duck

Hands on my balls with the DOC

Not giving a fuck, we bad luck

Here a dick to suck, your ho can taste it

With the villain DNA, when she ready to chase it

I'm on another level than y'all

Niggaz dressed up like they Pope John Paul (yeah)

Its that new mothafuckin formula y'all

Fuck the dress codes, nigga come smash the walls

Posted up, ho's choked up

Dick too big bout to tear their throat up

Ren give a fuck, you askin to get cut

Comp-town started this shit

So nigga what? We all fucked up

But y'all lucked up, Nigga brown nosing

Drop this nigga shit had a whole flame frozen

Ho game dozin, in it for something

While you all bitches y'all in it for nothing



[Chorus: Six Two]

Do nott attempt to adjust your radio

There is nothing wrong

It's a must I get my hands on some dead presidents

Cant be hesitant because the game goes on



Do not attempt to adjust your radio

There is nothing wrong

It's a must I get my hands on some dead presidents

Cant be hesitant because the game goes on



[Ice Cube]

To fuck with Ice Cube

You gotta shit talk, big talk, crip walk

Bang hard, run yards, flip cars

Cuz you fuckin with millionaires, big stars

Only clockin a grip while make our dicks hard

I come through when I handle my bidness

Like a goddamn menace

Niggaz think I eat spinach

Cuz you need a dentist whenever I finish

It's the Grenache, with a gang of Lieutenants

WESTSIDE!

Connection is the campaign

Niggaz trying to run shit, pull a hamstring

Imma do the damn thang, baby do the damn thang

DANCE!

Ass bustin out them pants

I cant stand it, ram it like the animal planet

The kinda nigga that'll take Janet for granted

Ice Cube got that shit you grew up on

Blew up on, got a lawsuit at home

It's a shark in the swimming pool

Bad news coming through on them 22's

And I'm huntin you out, little kids got the runnin the house

I'm dirty like the south, with a gun in your mouth

Click Click

Nigga bang bang for that blang blang

Nigga get about insane as Saddam Hussein

Give a fuck if we got him again, he outta my range

Give him shit stains when I get my claims



[chorus: Six Two]



[D.O.C.]

There it is all

read there it is my niggaz

we going back to the beginning though (back to life)

for real

but even in the mix of this old school shit

our young gangstas still bring the pain

Doggy Dogg bring them off something



[Snoop Dogg]

Easily I approach

The microphone with a pocket full of dough

The king of the coast

I'm rockin the boat

Stroking your folks

And loccin with locs

Baby boy got smoked

Nigga what up, Nigga what up

I need cheese, paper, bread, and butter

Nut up and cut up the beef

I got a 44 piece that'll shut up the *gunshot*

My niggaz gonna floss to this

My cripped out homeboys gonna walk to this

Creep to the spizzot, and stash my nizzot

Then call the Dizzoc, you know we got lizzock

Pop right back on your monkey ass

Then cop a glock back on your funky ass

Been a long time, I shouldn't have left you

Lets get loot like Snoop nephew

Six Duece



[chorus: Six Two]



[D.O.C.]

Here we go

Some new millennium shit from the DOC nigga

And as long as I'm fuckin around with niggaz like Ice Cube

Ren the muthafuckin villain, Snoop dogg

Dre the muthafuckin doctor, a B number one stunna nigga

Jazze Pha, Nate dogg and the Kingpin, X to the muthafuckin Z

Six-Two, my muthafuckin Silverback family muthafuckers

so as long as I keep making these records this is what you gonna get

The Shit, Take that mutha [gunshot]