Bitch Niggaz - Dr. Dre, Hittman, Six-Two

Some good-ass weed

Check it out Dog: this game is a motherfuckin' trip man.

Word on the streets,

everybody always tryin' to run up on me hollerin' about «Word on the streets

is, this nigga said this».

Man, I don’t give a fuck about what that nigga said

man.

That’s what’s wrong with you niggas.

You niggas is just like bitches.

Ho-ass niggas, talk too motherfuckin' much (Speak).

Stay to your own,

get your own-you know what I’m saying'?

Be independent, nigga

Biatch

Yeah

Bitch niggas (Bitch niggas)

Bitch niggas (Bitch niggas)

Bitch-ass niggas (Beotch)

Bitch niggas (Bitch niggas)

Yeah, I’m talkin' about you (Beotch)

Bitch niggas

And you too (Biatch)

Hmm, Dogg

I meet mo' bitch niggas than hoes, look here

And I really don’t know, but that’s just how it go (damn)

Dogg, so many niggas like to keep up shit

And just like a bitch (beotch) niggas be talkin' shit (nigga)

Smilin' in my face and then they blast me in the back (ka-ka-ka-ka-ka)

Niggas stay strapped from way back, cause payback… will

Make niggas wanna pop that shit

If you ain’t ready for the game (uh-uh) nigga stop that shit

We rock that shit, my nigga Dre, drop that shit (right)

No mo' talkn', I’m walkin' and I’m poppin' the clip

Glock on the hip, set-trippin', drippin' and shit

If you act like a bitch (nigga) nigga you get smacked like a bitch

Bitch niggas, bitch niggas (Bitch niggas)

These niggas don’t know what the fuck is goin' on

Yo Dogg, check it, kick back

Let me holler at these niggas for a minute

Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity

The aggravated, makin' these punk motherfuckers hate it

(Compton) is the city I’m from

Can’t never leave the crib without a murder wea-pon

Huh, I can’t live my life on broke no mo'

And most of these fools ain’t shit but cutthroats

They smile in a nigga face, and for what?

They got the game fucked up, and want my thing fucked up

I done learned a lot, seen a whole lot

The top notch nigga, I’m fiendin' for that spot

Now peep game on what Six-Deuce told me…

These niggas after yo' paper, Dr. D-R-E (Wha?)

And these punk-ass hoes is lookin' for dough

You gotta watch your homeboys, cause a nigga never know

Oh, they’ll be around, but when yo' paper get low

Just like Master P said, «There they go, there they go»

Bitch niggas, uh-huh

Attention all personnel:

Stop schemin', and lookin' hard

Stop schemin', and, an-, and, an-an-, and, and lookin' hard

Bitch nigga, a bitch nigga

Bitch nigga, hella bitch nigga

You’s a bitch nigga, motherfucker bitch nigga

A bitch nigga, a bitch nigga

A bitch nigga

I know yo' type, so much bitch in you, if it was slightly darker

Lights was little dimmer, my dick be stuck up in yo' windpipe

Hmm, you’d rather blow me than fight, I’m from the old school

Like Romey Rome, homey, yo, you owe me the right

To slap you, like the bitch that you are, been wantin' to cap you

Every since you was mad doggin' me with that bitch in yo' car

Fool, «Who do you think you are?

Mr. Big Stuff»

Man, you shit on Hitt, get yo' shit bust, plus

Pistol-whipped, cover it up, use yo' bitch’s blush

Mr. Powder Puff yo', bark ain’t loud enough, huh

I know Chihuahuas that’s mo' rah-rah, ha ha

I have to laugh Dre, I bet he take bubble baths

You don’t want no trouble with the Aftermath staff, trust me

Doggy Dogg, Diggy Doctor plus me

No you’s a busta slash hussy, soft as a hush puppy

Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimens

A bitch nigga

Stop schemin', and lookin' hard

Stop, stop, stop schemin', and lookin' hard

Stop, stop, ah, -op, -op, stop, sch-, sch-, schemin' and lookin' hard

Stop, stop, ah, -op, -op, stop, sch-, sch-, schemin' and lookin' hard

Stop schemin' an-, an-, an-, an-, an-, and lookin' hard

Stop schemin', and lookin' hard

Stop sche-, schemin', and lookin' hard

Stop schemin', and, and, and stop schemin', and lookin' hard