Bi*** Ni**az - Album Version (Edited)

Some good-ass weed!

Check it out doggy, this game is a mother -in' trip man
Word on the streets
Everybody always tryin' to run up on me
Hollerin' about word on the street is dis - said dis
Man I don't give a - about what that - said man!
That's what's wrong with you -, you - is just like -es
-, talk too mother- much (speak)
Study your own, get your own, yah know what I'm sayin'?
Be independent -!

Yeah
- (b-)
Yeah, I'm talkin' about you (b-)
And you too (b-)

Doggy
I meet mo' - than hoes look here
And I really don't know, but that's just how it go (damn)
Doggy so many - like to keep up
And just like a - (b-) - be talkin'
Smilin' in my face and then they blast me in the back
- stay strapped from way back, cause payback

I'll make - wanna pop that
If you ain't ready for the game (uh-uh) - stop that
We rock that -, my - Dre, drop that - (right)
No mo' talkin', I'm walkin' and I'm poppin' the
Glock on the hip, set-trippin' dippin' an'
If you act like a - (-) - you get smacked like a

These - don't know what the - is goin' on
Yo Doggy, check it kick back
Let me holla at these - for a minute
Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity
The aggravated, makin' these punk muh'-ers hate it
Compton is the city I'm from

Can't never leave the crib without a - weapon
Huh, I cain't live my life on broke no mo'
And most of these fools ain't - but cutthroats
They smile in a - face and for what?
They got the game -ed up, and want my thang -ed up
I done learned a lot, seen a whole lot
The top-notch -, I'm fiendin' for that spot
Now peep game on what Six-Deuce told me

These - after yo' paper, Dr. D.R.E. (what?)
And these punk- - is lookin' for dough
You gotta watch your homeboys, cause a - never know
Oh, they'll be around, but when yo' paper get low
Just like Master P said, "there dey go, there dey go"
- -... uh-huh

Attention all personnel (aha)
Stop schemin', and lookin' hard
Stop schemin', and an, and an-an, and, and lookin' hard"

-, a
-, ah hella - ah
Youse a - -, mother-er - - (ah)
A - -. a

I know yo' type, so much - in you, if it was slightly darker
Lights was little dimmer my - be stuck up in yo' windpipe!
Hmm, you'd rather - me than fight, I'm from the old school
Like Romey Rome homey yo, you owe me the right
To slap you, like the - that you are, that wanted to - you
Ever since you was mad doggin' me with that - in yo' car
Fool who do you think you are? Mr. Bigstuff"
Man, you - on hit, get yo' - bust; plus

Pistol-whipped, cover it up use yo' -'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 youse a busta slash hussy, soft as a Hush Puppy
Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimen's
A - -!

Attention all personnel
Stop, stop, stop schemin', and lookin' hard
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop schemin', and lookin' hard
Op-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 skee-schemin', and lookin' hard
Stop schemin', and and and
Stop schemin', and lookin' hard