don't stop won't stop won't quit
mac dre back with some more shit
i'm a rap matic track addict
play me a beat with this heat i'm a blap at it
punk get your hat flatted
spit it clear so you can hear
hot head nigga that got dreads
got bread stop red get hit with the hot lead
you might see three things
through my pimpin glasses
might wear stunnas without the lenses
i'm off the hinges i handle business
no co-defendance all by my lonesome
at the four way stop sign
forty hk don't fuck with glock nine
got my own language cool when i slang it
351 with the shift in the floor
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
dre rock rhymes from here to new york
only smoke rope no coke or new ports
hubotchi 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
always in something tight
hella loud with the whistle or the suction pipe
in vegas or reno ask kilo
i'm well connected i know big wells
did shows in harryels been in hella jails and federals
the shit don't stop when i drop hella sales
from vallejo born in oakland
fuck three strikes get the bitch to bat