John-motherfuckin-Doe, live for you, motherfuckers

we got John Doe in the house tonight

that motherfucker just came back from off tour

and he gon' tell all y'all punk bitches

a little somethin' about yourselves, it goes somethin' like that





this shit is fucked up, hoes tryin' to have the nigga set up

bitch wear my drawers

you scandalous-Ass-Hookers I ain't fuckin' with yours

fuck the Po-Po's we dipped in Lo-Lo's

we the bud men in the Parking Lot they Co-Co's

I'm sick of the homey, and fuck nine to five's

in hood ain't no nine lives, ain't no niggaz even fightin' with knives

no dialogues cut you down to sizes

have your mama screamin' and puffin' the joint

if she don't visit your grave, she visited the joint

it's fucked up how we brought up

put the nigga on the bottom and then you make him catch up

niggaz out here ain't givin' the fuck

tryin' to live day to day, get they dicks sucked

it's the Villain, Chip and Rocc

you bitch ass gay niggaz need to stop...





who bring the street shit nigga you know "John Doe, John Doe"

Keep it Guerrilla my nigga fuck the Radio  "John Doe, John Doe"

these niggaz out suffering, fuck the world, you know "John Doe, John Doe"

niggaz ain't falling for your shit no more

this is "John Doe, John Doe"





since 12 I've been a young thug juvi'

my life, is like old black street buvie

big booties, drugs, alcohol straps

the good die young, we got new quarter of bags with new sacks

junky-Ass-Cops, crooked ass that crackin' the ground

but dope'll never found

so why in the fuck would you pull me over

"because you got a Benz and a black Range Rover"

or in my four, hittin' corners on switches

mad cause I got a car low, full of bitches

my style is different, nigga pay attention

Two thousand and three John Doe is doin' the lynchin'

some niggaz is bloodin, some niggaz is cribin'

some niggaz all about the green, some pimpin'

some hit you with the beam for no reason

365 westcoast killin' season...





who bring the street shit nigga you know "John Doe, John Doe"

Keep it Guerrilla my nigga fuck the Radio  "John Doe, John Doe"

these niggaz out suffering, fuck the world, you know "John Doe, John Doe"

niggaz ain't falling for your shit no more

this is "John Doe, John Doe"





"Niggaz" what you're claimin'

"Niggaz" sound the same and

"Niggaz" runnin' games and

"Niggaz" entertainin'

"Niggaz" tryin' to save me cause they can't see me

same niggaz ain't leavin' what they claimin' them be

bust too many super thugs and ready for super slugs

my niggaz do super drugs, in hood for super loves

while you playin' too dirty he is playin' for keeps

keep in the streets duckin' while I'm servin' your eat

you wise to speak, get out your seat "The villain is coming"

Compton sold them cum, can't commpete you must've forget

we the original, crimin-als, Bigg Rocc'll pull your files

John Doe got fuckin' styles

so, write it down, remember it, take a picture

I gives the fuck

my niggaz is quick to get with you

Spittin' that He-Talk, We-Talk, C-Walk if you wanna

if you was a buster, bend the corner........





who bring the street shit nigga you know "John Doe, John Doe"

Keep it Guerrilla my nigga fuck the Radio  "John Doe, John Doe"

these niggaz out suffering, fuck the world, you know "John Doe, John Doe"

niggaz ain't falling for your shit no more

this is "John Doe, John Doe"