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[00:00.25]As my, Daytons spin, lowrider sittin low
[00:02.69]Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims
[00:05.24]Rag top six-fo', Henny in the passenger side
[00:08.48]Smokin chronic just let me ride
[00:10.80]You would do it if my name was Dre, second comin motherfucker
[00:14.21]Throw it up for the king of L.A
[00:15.96]I'm known for makin bitches take they clothes off
[00:18.51]Long as I'm from Compton, California I could never go soft
[00:21.21]I'm hard as a motherfuckin ounce of raw
[00:23.81]Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounce the ball
[00:26.44]Fuck the law!! Feedin my son is a must
[00:28.99]Whip it soft, whip it hard, in crack we trust
[00:31.70]Why Andrew Jackson look high as fuck on the 20, G answer
[00:34.59]Cocaine been around for centuries
[00:37.35]Since I'm young, black and rich, I'm the public enemy
[00:39.75]Ridin the bass drum, Just Blaze got the remedy
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[00:47.21]I got the remedy
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[00:52.91]Aftermath got the remedy
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[00:58.99]Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)
[01:01.98]'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked
[01:04.36]I ain't no joke G, so don't provoke me
[01:06.38]I'm from the city of angels where that Jacob watch is a trophy
[01:09.27]And starin at that Hollywood sign'll get you straight jacked
[01:12.32](Where you from fool?) Better say you pro-black
[01:14.58]Causin walkin in Roscoe's wit'cha chain hangin
[01:17.27]Is like Giuliani tryin to get rid of the gangbaners
[01:19.81]Now that 'Pac passed, tryin to put us on Death Row
[01:22.84]Get ready for the Aftermath
[01:24.93]I run through the city like Godzilla
[01:27.47]Doin mo' damage than Ice-T when he dropped Cop Killa
[01:30.38]Pull a shotty out the trunk of the Chevy
[01:33.09]There go another victim of a one-eight-seven
[01:35.55]Who's the grim reaper wit'cha life in his hand
[01:38.09]Even the toughest niggas run when my gun go... blam
[01:41.50]So kick back and watch the bitches dance
[01:43.22]N.W.A. is back, now let me see your motherfuckin hands
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[01:51.12]I got the remedy
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[01:56.08]Aftermath got the remedy
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[02:02.67]Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)
[02:05.57]'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked
[02:07.61]I'm back by popular demand and so
[02:09.94]All black interior on the cherry red six-fo'
[02:12.87]Niggas endin they careers tryin to shut me up
[02:15.63]Actin like I traded in my khakis for a button up
[02:18.58]The West Coast still dippin
[02:20.56]Game still Bloodin, and Snoop still Crippin
[02:24.02]So what you sayin loc? Red and blue bandana
[02:26.51]Tied in a knot, as I creep through the chronic smoke
[02:29.31]They say it ain't good weed if you don't choke
[02:31.72]Shit got my head spinnin like the hundred spokes
[02:34.38]Three wheelin through the neighborhood
[02:36.36]System on blast, as the motherfuckin one-time pass
[02:39.95]The key to drivebys is aim steady
[02:42.09]Turn that Bape hoody into motherfuckin confetti
[02:44.90]When you cross that enemy line
[02:47.50]Close your eyes, parental discretion is advised
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