in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet I'm chomping at the bit and my Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets Hello me, it's me again You can
On the double Cuz I'm trouble if you don't Motherfucker there's no muzzle On my nose I'm a bit back, You like that Phrase: Hell yeah, kick it Macka I
Heads Ringin'' I said, "It's Dre's Day", and started to spray Against 1800, he pulls a AK Hollow tips started flyin' every which way That's when I seen Dre in trouble
Some of these crowds me and snoop draw is niggaz from Crenshaw From Long Beach to South Central Whoa, not these niggaz again These grown ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again
'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise I just believe in kicking a man while he's down goddamn, I quit Mention my daughter's name in a song again you
hundred and ten We were headed for home and we was getting nearer Then a red light came on the rear view mirror And that same blame cop was pulling us over again
That old tide will turn and it'll take me back out again If I just lay back and float I'll be in trouble you see So I gotta keep working and kicking
a baby's head Wrap her up in the news of the world Dump her on a doorstep, girl This night has opened my eyes And I will never sleep again You kicked
"Who's there?" "Forgive me father for I have sinned." "Yes my son You have a confession to make?" "They want me to do it again." "Those who repent
Bones] Depending on the weather, or whether or not I bust you with these lyrics The rhythm is imbedded in the bass drum, can you feel it? Nod your head
the squares some class with some bravado And a whiff of the kicks that they'll never know Tell the party jerk if he shows again You're gonna work on his head
the baby's head Wrap her up in the News Of The World Dump her on a doorstep, girl This night has opened my eyes And I will never sleep again You kicked
a ho tickets, backstage to a show Sedated and at that fact they elated Time pass and your ass say, "Where's my loot?" The reply is a kick in the ass
hand You're bound to move in on the double 'Cause you leave your mark upon everything In your head those Liberty Bells still ring When you see trouble
When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin'