PandasRGr1mm
Todays a good day to die! (lady screaming)
Bow wow wow yippie yo yeppie yah
Suck on these nuts ***** suck on these nuts
I tell em bow wow wow yippie yo yeppie yea
Suck on these nuts ***** suck on these nuts
Ain't nuthin but Eazy baby
He'll smoke two niggas cuz they crazy
Talk a gang of s**t but it dont phase me
That punk ***** Dre still pays me
Well if it's on ******** then it's on G
Now if it's on ******** than its on G
Hey Mister prankster prankster
Story book gangster
Back in 86 you wore pumps and masscara
Down did the ******** wreckin crew bid
But once a b***h always a b***h
And now the ******** switch
f** with a steathoscope now you sag
Body slammn bitches makes Dre a bigger man.
Cackies sportin loc's in a G ride
What set you from loc what set you from ride?
Rip Vanwinkle sleepin ***** woke up and became a G
But you still dont impress tha E-Z.
Smoke a little sherm now you call that s**t the chronic
Niggas on the West side call it bionic
I make a mill here make a mill ******** a b***h here ******** a b***h there yeeeeah
talk2hand talk2hand It's the ***** ya love to hate with a new song
So what really goes on
Nothing but a come-up, but ain't that a b***h
They hate to see a young ***** rich
But I refuse to switch even though
Cause I can't move to the snow
Cause soon as y'all get some dough
Ya wanna put a white b***h on your elbow
Moving out your neighborhood
But I walk through the ghetto and the flavor's good
Little kids jumping on me
But you, you wanna be white and corny
Living way out
"****** go home" spray-painted on your house
Trying to be White or a Jew
But ask yourself, who are they to be equal to?
Get the hell out
Stop being an Uncle Tom, you little sell-out
House ***** scum
Give something back to the place where you made it from
Before you end up ******** around and get your ghetto pass revoked
I ain't saying no names, you know who you are
You little punk, be true to the game
When you first start rhyming
It started off slow and then you start climbing
But it wasn't fast enough I guess
So you gave your other style a test
You was hardcore hip-hop
Now look at yourself, boy you done flip-flopped
Giving our music away to the mainstream
Don't you know they ain't down with the team
They just sent they boss over
Put a bug in your ear and now you crossed over
On MTV but they don't care
They'll have a new ***** next year
You out in the cold
No more white fans and no more soul
And you might have a heart attack
When you find out the black folks don't want you back
And you know what's worse?
You was just like the ***** in the first verse
Stop selling out your race
And wipe that stupid-a** smile off your face
Niggas always gotta show they teeth
Now I'm a be brief
Be true to the game
A message to the oreo cookie
Find a mirror and take a look, G
Do you like what you see?
But you're quick to point the finger at me
You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy
Black man can't be no yuppie
You put on your suit and tie and your big clothes
You don't associate with the Negroes
You wanna be just like Jack
But Jack is calling you a ***** behind your back
So back off genius
I don't need you to correct my broken English
You know that's right
You ain't white
So stop holding your a** tight
Cause you can't pass
So why you keep trying to pass?
With your black a**
Mister Big
But in reality, you're shorter than a midge
You only got yourself to blame
Get a grip, oreo and be true to the game
Be true to the game!
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