Whattup it's the big boss Dogg
Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C.
And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube
And I'm C-walkin on the mother****ing concrete
Yo if you're ****ed up, put your cups up
Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, mother****ers what's up
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's **** you
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend (YEAH!)
"Crunk Juice" mother****ers run the club that you in (HEY!)
You scary mother****ers don't wanna bring the ruckus (NAH!)
You just spend all your time in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by mother****ers, I'ma knock fire mother****ers
from yo' ass, you can come try mother****ers (HEY!)
In the hood, all the way down South (YEAH!)
I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth mother****ers (Mike Jones)
We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin
Look at Mr. Jackson, mother****ers with no reaction
If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts
That don't work, we'll put you in the dirt
Cause a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise (hey)
Lyrics full of steroids, mother****ers paranoid (hey)
And when you get that blowup, it make you throw up
When you realize your favorite rapper ain't got no n**s
If you a scared mother****er go to church (GO TO CHURCH)
If you a gutter mother****er do your dirt (DO YOUR DIRT)
If you a down mother****er put in work (A PUT IN WORK)
IF you a crazy mother****er go berzerk (A GO BERZERK!)
Click clackin, pistol-packin, Crip raggin folio
Who the only mother****er in the club with the toolio
You ain't know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is
"Is that Coolio?" Naw mother****er, let me in
Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors & rappers
Hang out with kidnappers and jackers
Make money off crackers; can you imagine how I keep shit crackin?
It's the big boss Dogg I'm back in action and sma*************n
I flash with the bling I sur-pass the supreme
You don't really wanna have a clash with my team
I mix hash with the green I'm the, last of the kings
If I got a b***h with me she got ass in them jeans
Rollin through yo' neighborhood, my Cadillac so clean
Servin all you suckers cause you all ****fiends
Just like that shitman, mother****er what's up?
You run up with that bullshit I'll **** yo' ass up
You scared, you scared
You scared mother****er you scared
You scared (you scared) you scared (you scared)
You scared mother****er you scared (you scared)
It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH)
Three for the mother****ers, fo' for the glow (HEY)
Five for the rookies, six for the pros (NAH)
Seven for the numbers of them ****ing zeroes (WHAT?)
Eight for haters, nine for the cause
Ten for my niggaz, behind big bars (HEY)
**** these devils, and they laws (YEAH!)
Never question the size of Ice Cube's d**k