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[Dr. Dre]I got mo' class than most of em, ran wit the best of em Forgave the less of em, and blazed at the rest of em What can I say? Cal-i-for-ni-AWhere niggaz die everyday over some shit they say Disconnected from the streets forever As long as I got a baretta, nigga, I'm down for whateva I roll wit my shit off safety - for niggaz that been hatin me latelyand the bitches that wanna break me If Cali blew up, I'd be in the Aftermath Bumpin gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C., to D.P.G.started from that S.O.B., D.R.E.Like Dub-C I'm rich rollin, pistol holdin Pockets swoll nigga, that's how I'm rollin Put the flame to the killer nigga Worldwide homicide mob figure and a builder, for real I'm hittin switches, makin bitches eat bitches See me grab my dick everytime I pose for pictures I own acres, floor seats watchin The Lakers I'm cool with eses who got AK's in cases Chorus:Dedicated to all of those with big ego's Never fakin, we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos Niggaz play this in they Rovers Jeeps and Regals Dedicated to all of those with big ego's Never fakin, we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos Bitches play this in they Benzes Jeeps and Geos[Hitman]I bust a Mr. Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin hoes at movies Passin by with uzis - and who you aimin at?That shady bitch and that bitch nigga that was claimin that Rat-ta-tat-tat {*automatic gunfire and screaming*}{*more screaming as tires peel out*}I don't sympathize for wack hoes and wimpy guys You got to recognize Hitman is a enterprise Cali pride, born to ride and South Centralized The Henny got me energized - smoke the guystryin to focus on mines - poke they eyes out I'm L.A.'s loc'est - hope they don't have to find out the hard waylike snitch niggaz in the pen that gethit when the guards look the other way We hittin HARD, Hitman and Dre You playin games, I suggest you know the rules We puttin guns to fools, make you run yo' jewels Take yo' honey and cruise to the snootiest snooez, Cabos Pop coochie til the nut oozes, you shouldn't fuck wit crewsthat's sick, Aftermath cause we rule shit I'm Big Hit, don't confuse me wit no other by the flow motherfucker Chorus
