[Sample from `Belly`]
Hey dog, there them fools go right there!
Yeah, they-they rollin` hard too- They-they slangin` real good
Real good
I might have to drop `em
Might have to drop a dime on them niggas
Know-what-I`m-sayin`? I don`t like that shit
I don`t like that shit
[Drunken Master]
Throw it up
Throw it up, nigga
Wha-what-what?
Yo, y-yo, yo!
Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,
world-wide, international, V.I.P.
Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the night
Drunken Mast` about to get my money right
Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,
world-wide, international, V.I.P.
Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the night
Me and my nigga Bugs about to get our money right
I`m comin` through in the clutch like my name was Jerry West
wit` a belly full of brew and on my hip I got the Smif-n-West
(What `chu doin`?) Ballin` as I mash through these city streets
Still fifty niggaz deep, packin` heat! (What `chu ridin`?)
`99, chrome kitted Escalade (What `chu doin`?)
Gettin` paid, ready to blast you in your bald fade (What you called?)
Urban legend, situation sticky
Fuck you niggas if you niggas ain`t wit` me (Where you goin`?)
To the bank then I`m headed to `Lac (Why?)
To blaze a sack wit` them niggas who got my back (Who is that?)
Cheddar chasers, them B-T-T`s (And what they doin`?)
Makin` G`s wit` they mind on they chedda cheese (And what you got?)
Extra clips for them playa hatin` snitches (Why they hatin`?)
`Cause Drunken Master`s on the road to the riches (What you gon` do?)
Rush they spot and give `em two to the dome (Why?)
`Cause Daddy`s home, about to get my grind on
Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,
international, V.I.P.
Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the night
Me and my nigga Bugs about to get our money right
Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,
international, V.I.P.
Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the night
Me and my nigga Bugs about to get our money right
[Bugsy]
You wanna bring the ruckus? Fuck it, then we can
If you`s a G nigga, then I`m at least a hunded grand
Damn- That`s a whole lot missin`
and what`s this `bout a competiton wit` all this bullshit you pissin`
in the ocean? Damn, your little ass really must be smokin`
Hopin` that I won`t say that much and hit you wit` the camal clutch
Nah, what the fuck? I`m on some ill shit for real
and talkin` to me like that, nigga, `ll get your family killed
But you will probably squeel and say it was me who pulled the trigga
and I`ll have to lie and blame it on one of your hoe-ass niggas, like
they was smokin` Swishers when I stepped on the scene- This
one nigga looked mean and stuck me up for all my green
And all I seen was you bust up wit` the gun
and all I did was run to the phone and call 9-1-1
And by the time I`m done, nigga, you be deep up in some shit
and I`ll be somewhere, nigga, deep up in your bitch
So before you pick the wrong fat nigga to fuck wit`,
you better call your clique up,
y`all niggas is plannin` some tough shit
Some mo` rough shit, some mo` thirty-eight snuff shit
But I`ma bust shit like `Back the fuck up, you dumb bitch!`
Not one clique? You better be for real
That`s like bein` blindfolded in the middle of a mine field
Now y`all chill and we can make it pop
Urban legends, nigga, holla at me when the album drops
[Drunken Master]
Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,
world-wide, international, V.I.P.
Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the night
Me and my nigga Bugs about to get our money right
Live from the 3-1-3, D-R-E,
world-wide, international, V.I.P.
Urban legends creepin` like a thief through the night
Me and Funk Doc, about to get our money right
[Redman]
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, stomp wit the big dogs! Sick dogs lurkin`
Doc Bradshaw behind ball plant and steel curtains
Denver Bronco fan, glock squirtin`
Brick city, steerin` wheel hurtin`
Prepare y`all fast cars for lane mergin`
Hasta manana, y`all crash like Diana, cock block into gramma
Got cock in Atlanta,
