Vaping in the Hood

The motherfuckin' world is a ghetto Full of magazines, full clips and heavy metal When the smoke settle I'm just lookin' for a big yellow In six inch stilettos Dr. Dre perculatin' keep 'em waitin' (Hello) While you sittin' here hatin', yo' bitch is hyperventilatin' Hopin' that we penetratin', you gets natin' 'Cause I never been to Satan for hardcore administratin' Gangbang affiliatin' MC Ren'll have you wildin' off a zone and a whole half a gallon (Get to dialin') 911 emergency (And you can tell 'em) It's my son, he's hurtin' me (And he's a felon) On parole for robbery Ain't no coppin' a plea, ain't no stoppin' a G I'm in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly They call me the Don Dada Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla Even Rottweilers follow the Impala Wanna talk about this concrete? Nigga I'm a scholar The incredible, heterosexual, credible Beg a hoe, let it go, dick ain't edible Nigga ain't federal, I plan shit While you hand picked motherfuckers givin' up transcripts Villain blows up yo' spot Take yo' notebook yo' bitch and yo' glock This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock You slapped her ass that's alarmin' 'Cause she want my worm like Common We chin check niggaz, them thin check niggaz Run trains on gold diggers beware these fo' niggaz Scarin' motherfuckers like Steven King flicks Makin' niggaz clear the room like a dyke flea a dick Makin' 2nd II None shit, nigga like Quik So when I bomb first nigga who you rollin' with? Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo' fine ass bitch 'Cause you could lose it in a tussle nigga watch me hustle Watch niggaz kiss my ass without flexin' a muscle Bitches all in the back they knees waitin' to buckle Same time same channel don't change the dial Niggaz4life, fuckin' your wife', these niggaz wild I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get? (Hello) I started this gangsta shit And this the muh'fuckin' thanks I get? (Hello) Did I fall off? Got you in your room Rippin' every 'Chronic' poster on your wall off Just 'cause I put away the sawed off Now I got you sittin' back with a smirk Listenin' with your arms crossed Questionin' Dre's credibility (What?) Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits Y'all be killin' me As if I need to make mo', I got a mansion And six cars that are paid fo', suck my dick! (Hello) We came a long way from not givin' a fuck Sellin' tapes out of a trunk to movin' this far up Now we got the whole world starstruck Made a million plus and still don't give a motherfuck Motherfucker I'm Dre, I don't need your respect I don't need to make another album bitch I don't gotta do shit I do it because I want to not to stay in the game Fuck the fame, I'm still stayin' the same, lil' bitch! (Hello) I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get? (Hello) I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get? (Hello) Look at these niggaz with attitudes Look at these niggaz with attitudes (Hello) Look at these niggaz with attitudes Look at these niggaz with attitudes Look at these niggaz with attitudes Look at these niggaz with attitudes Look at these niggaz with attitudes Look at these niggaz with attitudes