Chin Check

911, forty reporting
Hello, hello 911?
Help me, help me
What is your emergency?
There's someone in my house
There's someone in my house
Can you please verify your adress for me?
151 Shenedoah, Shenedoah
Ma'am where inside the house are you?
(Oh my God)
Ma'am where inside the house are you?
In my room, they're in my room
Ma'am calm down, deputies are on the way
Is the door locked? (Ma'am calm down)
Ma'am, Ma'am?

What the fuck's up, Dre?
You tell me, you talk to Ren
I'm right here nigga
Release the hound
Bow wow wow
Wha wha wha what what what, what

I'm a nigga with an attitude thanks to y'all
And I don't give a fuck I keep it gangsta y'all
I'ma ride for my side in the C.P.T
God bless the memory of Eazy-E
If it wasn't for me where the fuck you'd be?
Rappin' like the Treacherous Three, fucking cowards
I'd have seen Dre rockin' parties for hours
And I'd have seen Ren fuckin bitches from Howard
And I'd have seen Snoop give away Eddie Bauer's
So fuck Jerry Heller and them white superpowers

This the shit niggas kill for
They hear the villain niggas spittin' with them nigga flows
Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch-ass niggas too
Got something for you broke
These niggas wearin' skirts like the pope
Who them niggas that you love to get (Us)
Who them niggas that you fuckin' wit' (Us)
Love to yell that we the shit (What?)
The saga continues with the world's most dangerous group
Four deep in the coup (I'ma spill it)

I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (Fuck that)
I'ma choke who I wanna choke (Fuck that)
I'ma ride where I wanna ride (Fuck that)
'Cause I'm a nigga for life, so I'm a nigga 'til I diz-ie
I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (Fuck that)
I'ma choke who I wanna choke (Fuck that)
I'ma ride where I wanna ride (Fuck that)
'Cause I'm a nigga for life, so I'm a motherfuckin' nigga 'til I diz-ie

A pencil, a pen, or a glock
I'm the original, subliminal, subterranium
Titianium, criminal minded, swift
D-R-E with that fuck a bitch shit (Fuck a biatch)
A couple o' notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke, cut-throat
You don't want the pistols to whistle
Candy paint impala, I make hoes pop collars
God damn hoes, here we go again
Fuckin' with Ren, playin' to win

(He got the) coke in hand
(I got the) juice and gin
Same shit you was fuckin' with way back then (What?)
We keep it crackin' from the actin' to the jackin'
G'ed up C'ed up, motherfucker blaze the weed up
We all on deck, fool, so put your heat up
I stay on deck so me don't get wet
Look my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots

Let's get together, make a record, why the fuck not?
Why the fuck not?
Why the fuck not?
Why the fuck not?
'Cause I'm tight as the night
I had to wipe activator off the mic in 1985

Uh (Uh)
Real niggas (Real niggas)
Biatch (Biatch)
You know (You know)
Ha hah (Ha hah)

We cause tragedy, erratically
Systematically in your house without a key
How fucked up that'd be?
Gat'll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery
Assault and battery, 'cause we coming with that street mentality
Straight west coast rider academy

Concrete nigga, that's my reality
We tend to bust on niggas that get mad at me
Was it a bitch in the mix?
Well, it had to be
Lying tricks told them dicks that I had a key
Hoes make the world harder than it have to be
(Yea that's right)

I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (Fuck that)
I'ma choke who I wanna choke (Fuck that)
I'ma ride where I wanna ride (Fuck that)
'Cause I'm a nigga for life, so I'm a nigga 'til I diz-ie
I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (Fuck that)
I'ma choke who I wanna choke (Fuck that)
I'ma ride where I wanna ride (Fuck that)
'Cause I'm a nigga for life, so I'm a motherfuckin' nigga 'til I diz-ie