yep yea yep yea yep dont stop won t stop won t quit never could never would mac dre back wit some more shit you know come on man i m a rap matic track addict and i m back at it play me a beat with this heat i m a blap at it the cat scated when the mac spatted you don t want to see me punk get your hat flatted dope like a crack addict or a hop head spit it clear so you can hear what i said pot head hot head nigga that got dreads got bread stop red get hit with the hot lead my bed you might see three things high heels my pills and hoes in g strings i see things through my pimpin glasses cheesy macaroni teaching pimpin classes i dips and mashes mercedes benzes might wear stunnas without the lenses i m off the hinges i handle business leave no clues witness or forensics no co dependence all by my lonesome won t see solano quintin or folsom i ghost em at the four way stop sign forty hk don t fuck with glock nine i rock wind i m a star i m famous got my own language cool when i swang it oh i m all out the door 351 with the shift in the floor come on you beezy lets do some grown shit put on a tight thong too small that don t fit when i m on the thizz i m a fool i don t quit unborn kids nut i own shit dre rock rhymes from here to new york only smoke rope no coke or new ports hubotchi benihana pork on my fork rapping is a sport and this is my court do anything to win my referees cheat i flagrant foul and bruise to beat read em and weap i m a royal flush give me some shrums so i can get mushed kick dust always in something tight hella loud with the whistle or the suction pipe fucking dikes in vegas or reno ask kilo nigga he know i m well connected i know big wells did shows in harryels been in hella jails and federals but nigga it never fails the shit don t stop when i drop hella sales hella mail call me the postman from vallejo born in oakland yolking dodge diplomats fuck three strikes get the bitch to bat 