[Intro]

Yep, yeah, yep, yeah, yep

Don't stop, won't stop, won't quit

Never could, never would

Mac Dre back with some mo' shit

You know (Yadida mean, Yadida mean)

Come on, man (Come on, man)

Uh

[Verse 1]

I'm a rap-matic track addict

And I'm back at it

Play me a beat with this heat, I'ma blap at it

The cat scatted, when the mac spatted

You don't want to see me, punk get your hat flatted

Dope like a crack addict, or a hop head

Spit it clear so you can hear what I said

Pothead, hot head nigga that got dreads

Got bread, stop red, get hit with the hot lead

My bed, you might see three things

High heels, my pills and hoes in G strings

I see things through my pimpin' glasses

Cheesy macaroni, teaching pimpin' classes

I dips and mashes, Mercedes Benzes

Might wear stunnas without the lenses

I'm off the hinges, I handle business

Leave no clues, witness or forensics

No co-defendants, all by my lonesome

Won't see Solano, Quintin or Folsom

I ghost 'em at the four way stop sign

Forty HK don't fuck with Glock nine

I rock rhymes, I'm a star, I'm famous

Got my own language, cool when I swang it

Oh, I'm all out the do'

351 with the shift in the flo'

[Chorus]

Come on, you beezy, let's do some grown shit

Put on a tight thong too small that don't fit

When I'm on the thizz I'm a fool, I don't quit

Unborn kids, nut all on shit

Come on, you beezy, let's do some grown shit

Put on a tight thong too small that don't fit

When I'm on the thizz I'm a fool, I don't quit

Unborn kids, nut all on shit

[Verse 2]

Dre rock rhymes from here to New York

Only smoke rope, no coke or Newports

Hibachi Benihana pork on my fork

Rapping is a sport and this is my court

Do anything to win, my referees cheat

I flagrant foul and bruise to beat

Read 'em and weep

I'm a royal flush

Give me some shrooms

So I can get mushed

Kick dust, always in something tight

Hella loud with the whistle or the suction pipe

Fucking dikes, in Vegas or Reno, ask Kilo, nigga he know

I'm well connected, I know big whales

Did shows in harryels, been in hella jails, the federals

But nigga, it never fails

The shit don't stop when I drop hella sales

Hella mail, call me the postman

From Vallejo, born in Oakland

Yoking, Dodge Diplomats

Fuck three strikes get the bitch to bat

[Chorus]

Come on, you beezy, let's do some grown shit

Put on a tight thong too small that don't fit

When I'm on the thizz I'm a fool, I don't quit

Unborn kids, nut all on shit

Come on, you beezy, let's do some grown shit

Put on a tight thong too small that don't fit

When I'm on the thizz I'm a fool, I don't quit

Unborn kids, nut all on shit