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Bitches Ain’t Shit – Dr. Dre

(feat. Snoop Dogg, Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt, Jewel)
[Snoop] Bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks…

[Chorus: Snoop (2X)]

Bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick
Get’s the fuck out after you’re done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run…

[Dr. Dre]
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
Tight than a mutharfucka with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin’ on the muthafuckin’ Compton streets
Peep, the shit got deep and it was on
Number 1 song after number 1 song
Long as my muthafuckin’ pockets was fat
I didn’t give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin’ with a white bitch doin’ the shit she do
Suckin’ on his dick just to get a buck or 2
And the few ends she got didn’t mean nothin’
Now she’s suing cuz the shit she be doin’ ain’t shit
Bitch can’t hang with the streets, she found herself short
So now she’s takin’ me to court
It’s real conversation for your ass
So recognize and pass to Daz

[Dat Nigga Daz]
Now as i’m rollin’ with my nigga Dre and Eastwood
Fuckin’ hoes, clockin’ dough up to no good
We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks
(Snoop: But we don’t love them hoes) Bitch, and it’s like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash
And get your dash on
While you’re chillin’, with your homies and shit
And how my niggaz kick the anthem like this

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[Snoop] BEEEYYAAACHHH!

(Chorus)

[Kurupt]
…To the store, to get me a 4-0
Snoop Doggy Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes
So I head down the street to long beach
Just so i could meet, a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And I’m here, now I’m ready to be done up
Nothin’ but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts like clothes
But i’m from the pound and we don’t love them hoes
How could you trust a hoe? [Snoop:] Why? [echoed 3X]
Cuz a hoe’s a trick
We don’t love them tricks [Snoop:] Why? [echoed 3X]
Cuz a trick’s a bitch
And my dick’s constantly in her mouth
And turnin’ them trick ass hoes the fuck out
Now…

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
I once had a bitch named Mandy May
Used to be up in them guts like everyday
The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung
I was in love like a muthafucka lickin’ the protung
The homies used to tell me that she wasn’t no good
But I’m the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggaz wouldn’t trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I’m back to the muthafuckin’ county jail
6 months on my chest, now it’s time to bail
I get’s released on a hot sunny day
My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre
Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got news
Your girl was trickin’ while you was draped in your county blues
I ain’t been out a second
And already gotta do some muthafuckin chin checkin
Move up the block as we groove down the block
See my girl’s house, Dre, pass the glock
Kick in the do’, I look on the flo’
It’s my little cousin Daz and he’s fuckin’ my hoe, yo
(Bitches ain’t shit)
I uncocked my shit…I’m heart-broke but I’m still loc’ed
Man, fuck a bitch!

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[Chorus]

[Jewell]
(Dr. Dre in background “Bitches ain’t shit”)
I don’t give a fuck about a bitch
But i and her know that they can’t fade this
Cause i’m doin my own thingdown with the swang
I’m hangin’ with Death Row like it ain’t no thing
I say you know can’t deal
Cuz I’m a btich that’s real
Motherfucker need to step back, hell yeah
They need to chill
Because I don’t give a fuck
And I don’t give a fuck [x3]

And now I gotta do some…
And now I gotta do some shit that’s clean
But when I’m on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean
Like a washing machine
I can wash the clothes
All the hoes knows
That i’m on the flo’ ho
But they can’t hang with my type on swang
I ain’t tryin’ to say I suck every ding-a-lang
But just the juicy ones
Witht he tip of the tongue
And then their sprung
With the nuts hung
[Dr. Dre:] Bitches ain’t shit

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The Next Episode – Dr. Dre

(feat. Nate Dogg, Snoop Dogg)
[Snoop Dogg]
La-da-da-da-dahh
It’s the motherfuckin D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!)
La-da-da-da-dahh
You know I’m mobbin with the D.R.E.
(YEAH YEAH YEAH
You know who’s back up in this MOTHERFUCKER!)
What what what what?
(So blaze the weed up then!)
Blaze it up, blaze it up!
(Just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, ‘sup Snoop??)

Top Dogg, bite me all, nigga burn the shit up
D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up
C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin back up
And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up
Thug niggaz drug dealers yeah they givin it up
Lowlife, yo’ life, boy we livin it up
Takin chances while we dancin in the party fo’ sho’
Slip my hoe a forty-fo’ and she got in the back do’
Bitches lookin at me strange but you know I don’t care
Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin my hair
Bitch quit talkin, quick walk if you down with the set
Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet
Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap
And if yo’ ass get cracked, bitch shut yo’ trap
Come back, get back, that’s the part of success
If you believe in the X you’ll be relievin your stress

[Snoop] La-da-da-da-dahh
[Dre] It’s the motherfuckin D.R.E. (Dr. Dre MOTHERFUCKER!)
[Snoop] La-da-da-da-dahhh
[Dre] You know I’m mobbin with the D-O-double-G

[Dr. Dre]
Straight off the fuckin streets of C-P-T
King of the beats you ride to em in your Fleet (Fleetwood)
or Coupe DeVille rollin on dubs
How you feelin whoopty=whoop nigga whut?
Dre and Snoop chronic’ed out in the ‘llac
with Doc in the back, sippin on ‘gnac (yeah)
Clip in the strap, dippin through hoods (what hoods?)
Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood!
South Central out to the Westside (wessyde)
It’s California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang of pub
I’m on one, I might bail up in the Century Club
with my jeans on, and my team strong
Get my drink on, and my smoke on
Then go home with, somethin to poke on (whassup bitch?)
Loc it’s on for the two-triple-oh
Comin real, it’s the next episode…

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[Nate Dogg]
Hold up, heyyyyyyyy
for my niggaz who be thinkin we soft
We don’t, playyyyyyy
We gon’ rock it til the wheels fall off
Hold up, heyyyyyyyy
for my niggaz who be actin too bold
Take a, seeaaaaaat
Hope you ready for the next episode
HeyyyeyyyeEYEYyyyEYYYY….
…. smoke weed everday!

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Ackrite – Dr. Dre

(feat. Hittman)
[Hittman]
It’s fuckin ackrite
Question is – can I get some? Knahmsayin?
Ackrite bitch
When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, youknahmsayin?
When I yank you by the fuckin perm
don’t be lookin at a nigga crazy
Just get with the digits and be the fuck out, youknahmsayin?
Let me break it down for y’all

It was just one of those days
when I wanted to catch sunrays
Fun to get blunted on a Sunday, afternoon
Nigga ? got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
and the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom like the Commodores
Wonder will we have drama or, end up clownin whores
Around the full good-to-go girls
like them ?? girls, ridin shotgun, baby
I be postin all-world in the ride
Sippin 151 that gave me too much pride to back down
Soon as we get to the beach I’ma put my fuckin mack down
I’m playin lead, not the background
It’s time to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I don’t get some ackrite
I’ma have to ack-wild

[Chorus: sung by Hittman]

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggaz don’t fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a give a nig’ some ackrite)
I’m the type of nigga playa haters don’t like
Snatchin up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a nig’ some ackrite, right)

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[Hittman]
Uhhhhh.. drink kickin in, I’m stimulated
For those that don’t know big words, I’M FUCKIN FADED
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded spot
Our first spot was cool til some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and pose
plus we watchin hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
gettin swarmed by those type of niggaz
with no game but brown-nose
So I impose only like pros can
“Yo, is this your man?” “No.”
Grab the bitch’s hand, “I’m Hittman.”
Bling! Gold chain gleam
“You’re very eligible for my summer league team.”
Maybe too extreme cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethern
I got mad spit flame on the name
Stefan, tattooed on her arm
Hoe you ain’t the bomb, must be a dyke
witcho’ lips swoll, and give a nig’ some ackrite

[Chorus (minus the word “Aight” both times)]

[Hittman]
Frontin on the ack-rite, causin me to act up
Good Samaritan save that hoe from gettin slapped up
My homies crack up at the scene I made
Yo my actions ain’t serene when a nigga’s on fade
If it wasn’t for the one-time brigade
I woulda sprayed at the hooker tramp
As cops parade I’m afraid it’s time to break camp
Make tracks, where else can we go to take hoes
from fake macks {*CAR HORN*} aiyyo, chase them girls
in that black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
neckbone, lookin back at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy’s plush
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don’t have to keep in touch
Keep it on hush without the tip-in
Mackin interrupted by some niggaz set-trippin
Clip in the strap, I showed these niggaz how to act

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[Chorus]

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Lil’ Ghetto Boy (Remix) – Dr. Dre

(feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg)
The Ghetto [8x]

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Wake up, jumped out my bed
I’m in a two man cell with my homie Lil’ 1/2 Dead
Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you save me?
I’m only eighteen, so I’m a young buck
It’s a ride, if I don’t scrap, I’m gettin’ stuck
But that’s the life of G, I guess
Ese’s way deep, shanked two in the chest
Best run cause brothers is droppin’ quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncin’ off the walls, throwin’ them dogs
Gettin’ that rep as a young hog
It ain’t nothin’ like the street life
You better be strapped with your shank
Cause ain’t no fist fight
So I guess I gots to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots to do my time

[Chorus:]

We run game in the ghetto
We gets high in the ghetto
We gets shot in the ghetto
You might get stuck in the ghetto
Lil’ Ghetto Boy

[Dr. Dre]
Now I’m holdin’ the dub, sittin’ on swoll
Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll
I’m back up on my feet with my mind on the money
That I be makin’ soon as I touch them streets
Things done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it ain’t no thang to me
Cause now I’m what they call a loced ass O.G.
The little homies from the hood with grip
Are the ones I get with cause I’m down to set trip
Nigga, I’m bigger than you, so whatcha wanna do?
Didn’t know he had a twenty-two
Straight sittin’ behind his back
I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground with blood on my hands
I didn’t understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I used to be the same way back
I guess that’s what I get (for what?)
For tryin’ to jack the little homies for they grip

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[Chorus]

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Somethin’ for the real O.G.’s to get with
Some facts made our made
Now you runnin’ but I’m played
Like every single day, really doe
You know me, I’m the smooth macadamian
Gamin’em for my homie
No need in be uncalm, if you pack right
And learnin’ just enough to keep your sack tight
Late nights, I wonder what they get in for?
Early mornin’ on the corners, what they hittin’ for?
Seven young G’s put they serve down
In a G ride, Eastside’s where they swerve now
Not thinkin’ about what’s really goin’ on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent four years in the county
With nothin’ but convicts around me
But now I’m back at the Pound
And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Some think it’s wrong but we tend to think it’s right
So make all them ends you can make
Cause when you’re broke, you break, check it out
So ain’t no need for your mama to trip
Cause you’s a hustlin’ ass youngsta, clockin’ your grip

[Chorus]

Lil’ Ghetto Boy

That’s the life of a G, I guess
The ghetto [3x]

That’s the life of a G
That’s the life of a G, I guess
The ghetto [3x]

That’s the life of a G. The ghetto
That’s the life of a G, I guess
The ghetto

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