Lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes, Dr. Dre, Kurupt & Pete Rock] Dr. Dre, fresh out the vault! Pete Rock, Doc Dre up in this bitch And don't forget the Kingpin Kurupt Still Dogg Pound Nigga, never givin' a fuck (Yes) East Coast, West Coast together (Yeah) What, what, what Pete Rock, Doc Dre up in this bitch [Verse 1: Kurupt & Dr. Dre] Verbal seduction is what I do to precautions I burn metal with elegant etiquette You puppet niggas fuckin' with your pedal The Devil's advocate, acidic idiots Why face 'em and why bother 'em? My bitches them other draggings Nigga, and I'm the father Student of mass-mayhem, destruction Kurupt, the putoline's punchin' production Nothing can stop me from gettin' sloppy Slap the draws of the bitch like a puck, and it's ice hockey Rambo motherfucker, ready to face Rocky I leave you Penny-less, insidious instrumental record Bodies burnt, only way to (Shoutout to my baby bro) [?] is through the dental records Who these niggas was or were (Kurupt), his or her? You can't tell like (The Kingpin), is there Heaven or Hell Like 40-nickel shell chipper I put a nigga down like a zipper You the Captain in the skipper tryna save these bitches (What?!) I do it non-stop, everything I do is for the love of Hip-Hop (Whoo) I'm above, and you not Off of drugs, off of liquor Niggas will get shot (Get shot, get shot) [Bridge: Pete Rock & Dr. Dre ] This is Pete Rock Yo, this shit is crazy my nigga! (Yo) Wait, holdup Turn that, turn that shit up Ey, turn it up I need to hear it a 'lil louder Okay Okay, right Yeah Q, I like that Pete Rock, Doc Dre Classic action into classic fashion Get 'em Dr. Dre! Ride on these bitch-ass niggas man Uh, get 'em [Verse 2: Dr. Dre & Pete Rock] Results may vary in different areas But they know, CPT Around the world we put fear in 'em, we was scarring 'em Egyptians bury kings with their gold into afterlife To make sure that they made it I think them plaques and them plaques will carry us And now them guns out, ready to confetti 'em Lucky I made it out, 'cause the Police planted that paraphernalia Half a Davis, no letter man I'm just sayin' man, none of my niggas flunk But we lovin' them dead presidents It's Doc Dre, the medicine man I keep a seddative seddative settlin' in Hip-Hop's IV, clear It's alive (Oh shit) Now I ain't even an MC And that's un the humble Keepin' this Hip-Hop shit alive And I'm ready to rumble (I'm ready to rumble, I'm ready to rumble) Yeah nigga What? Kuruption! [Verse 3: Kurupt] Maniac rap, aqua boogie bang, none realer Tyler Tucker get to duckin' motherfuckin' Godyzilla Got a bitch in New Zealand just chillin' full of adrenaline Waitin' for me to come get the pussy to start killin' it Feelin it, like I just took a shot and she put a pill in it Through your vest, through your neck Upper torso to your spine Make your chest touch your back, disconnect Terpentine, words poison Let my homeboys in Everybody down on the ground and don't make a sound Or the only sound from the ceiling down will be the Pound Let it rain, thunder cloud Talents bouncin' all around Body parts come apart I finish, you start To show the mark in ya, bullets park in ya Murk work from here to the murk park, nigga Lurkin' through the deep depths of the dark, nigga Smellin' the pussy and your swimming with a shark, nigga I walk into the swap meet heated like a fever Lookin' for any reason to leave niggas bleedin' Shells start spreadin' all over, like Legions Scriptures like bible verses, revelations, Ephesians [Bridge: Racella & Dr. Dre] This is Hip-Hop (Real Hip-Hop, bitch) Real, real Hip-Hop Real motherfuckin' Hip-Hop [Post-Chorus: Racella & Dr. Dre] It's been a minute since I had a feelin' like this (Oh-ho-ho) I'm glad we had the chance to reminisce one time 'Cause I missed you so- Nobody's ours for the taking I was right there from the making Can't we take it back to the basics? All I know, is all I got, goin' all in The fuck, why not? (It's all I wanna do) Born to win, and I'm still on top And I'm still tryna get it activated That's all I wanna do, oh-ho-ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh yeah, you soundin' real good on it You are now listenin' to Racella (Hot!) Show 'em what you got! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh