REMEDY

As my Daytons spin, low riders sittin' low, hittin' corners so hard you could taste my rims Rag top Six-fo', Henny in the passenger side, smokin' chronic just lettin' you ride You would do it if my name was DRE, second comin' muthaf*cka throw it up for the King of L.A. I'm known for makin' pictures take they clothes off, long as I'm from Compton, California I could never go soft I'm hard as a muthaf*ckin' ounce of raw Triple rock like Kobe Bryant bounce to boss F*ck them law, see my son is a must, whip it soft, whip it hard And crack's a trust Why Andrew Jackson look high as a f*ck all the 20 G Answer: Cocain been around for centuries Since I'm young black and rich, I'm the public enemy Ridin' the basedrum, Just Blaze got the remedy I got the remedy Just Blaze got the remedy Nigga back up! Back up! Back up! Back up! 'Fore you get your punk ass smoked! I aint no joke, G So don't provoke me I'm from the City of Angels where da Jacob watch is a trophy And starin' at that Hollywood sign will get you straight jacked (Where you from, Foo?) Better say you're Pro-Black Cuz walkin' in while scope watch your chain hangers like Like Juliani's tryinna get rid of the gangbangers Not a pop fast, trynna put us on Death Row Get ready for the Aftermath I run thru the city like Godzilla Doin' mo' damange than Ice-T when he dropped“Cop Killer” Pull the shotty out the trunk of da Chevy There go another victim of a 1-8-70 Who's the Grim Reaper wit ya life in the sand Even if the toughest niggas run when my gun go“BLAM” So kick back and watch the bitch's stance N.W.A.'s back now, lemme see your muthaf*ckin' hands I got the remedy Just Blaze got the remedy Nigga back up! Back up! Back up! Back up! 'Fore you get your punk ass smoked! I'm back by popular demand and sold all black interior on the cherry red Six-fo' Niggaz in the careers trynna shed me up Actin' like I showed you my khakis are buttoned up The West Coast still.. dippin' The Game still Bloodin' and Snoop still... Crippin' So what you sayin', Loc, Red & Blue Bandanas 'tied the knot' As I creep thru the chronic smoke They say it aint good weed if you dont choke Shit got my hand spinnin' like the hundred spokes Three-wheelin' thru the neigborhood system on blast As the muthaf*ckin' one time pass So keep the drive-by's aim steady Turn that bake hoodie in the muthaf*ckin' confetti When you cross that enemy line, close ya eyes “Parental Discretion is Advised”