Dub C, the new leader of the pack Wit' the brand new sack, and yo, I can't hold back Chorus: Ice Cube It ain't a problem that I can't fix, And I can do
"can she drive a stick?" now she steerin me Man I'm sick, no it ain't no curin me C to the H to the I-N-G ... Y [Chorus] - w/ ad libs [Verse 3 - Fat
pain So, stop the complaints and drop the order restraints Our sex life's a game so bat me down in the paint 'Cause I can't wait no more 'Cause it's about
out and how I'm 'bout to kill 'em When you know you got a pair that ain't nobody got (body got) You can't hold 'em back homie, you gotta rock (you gotta
bitches is at? [P. Diddy] Aiyyo, it can't stay dark for long (can't stay dark for long) They say its darkest before the dawn Calms before the storm (c
met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea Yeah, I call it how I see ya W
you don't like that then send it right back But I just gotta say I wanna be on you, on you I wanna be on you, on you And if you don't like that, then
the tip and shake that shit S H A to the W double N A, real bitch don't play The eyes can't hide but the lips won't say You're acting like the Dukes
- Shawnna] S-H-A to the W double N-A Real bitch don't play Your eyes can't hide what your lips won't say You're acting like the Dukes of the Fifth
d-don't do-do-do-do it! P-P-P-Please? Wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us? W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest!" And now I'ma come and kill 'em
ya, this is California Home grown, get ya dome blown, blow it back South Central couldn't hold his potential Monumental, hood credentials W Sizzle, WC, it's like the fundamentals In the back
up like a robbery I solemnly swear to stay down and slang the seed I spit in the name of the streets [Chorus: Nate Dogg + W.C.] I'm gonna roll (I'm gonna
to the stage, I ain't here to cause troub*e, get the fuck out my face fall back, little cocksucker, I ain't A&W don't get your cold mugs in my way get
' on TV courtesy of video music box Plus knew a lot of hustlas, goin' O.T., comin' back with the new hip hop Like E-40 holding down the yay , N.W.A.
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League) [Chorus - Bun B - w/ LeToya Luckett ad libs and Notorious B.I.G. sample] It was all a dream, thinkin '
to the A to the C (C) B to the U to the N to the B, reppin that P to the A to the T (to the T) I'm a dirty South representer, summertime, spring to the
y'all W.T.C. kid, we back y'all! It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. son, we back y'all! [Outro: Ghostface Killah (Cappadonna
bones, we plotted the sand And spread it out, over twenty acres of land Some call me steels, 'cause it's hard to bend me C-Cypher Pigs can't apprehend
