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From Ruthless 2 Death Row (Do We All Part) - The D.O.C., Slick Rick, D.O.C.

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2008

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`Англійська`

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From Ruthless 2 Death Row (Do We All Part)

The D.O.C., Slick Rick, D.O.C.

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That’s fucked up, yeah yah

Hey!!!

Welcome

To The new world

I’d like to make a small dedication tonight to the bitches of the world

Now to make this understood, I’m gonna explain somethin' to you

(bee-yatch!)

Check this out

Bitch!

To be a bitch, you don’t necessarily have to have a pussy in your pants

(True indeed, true indeed)

In fact

Most, if not all, of the bitches I know (That's right)

Have little peckers, little dicks

And that’s what they are you dig?

A bitch ain’t nothin'

But a muthafucka that wanna come up From another muthafucka (in the house)

Hard work

Don’t make no sense to these muthafuckas

(baby girl) dumbass muthafuckas

To make it really really clear to I’mma explain it to ya in a story form

Like this here

Check this out

I remember the way it started

Once upon a time

When a nigga named Dre came, Diggy got signed

Ruthless nigga, everything was all good

In the shit, cause you rollin' wit' some Boyz N the Hood

No One Can Do it Better, see, cause I’m an MD

And when I fuck it up, you give me 25 G’s

Eazy-E said, «Yeah, oh yeah!»

So I took it Forget the paperwork

The money made me overlook it I rose up quick from the pit I was in 450 0300 Benz

Nothin' but ends, money bought friends

Got me in a cross

Now everything’s lost (damn!)

This is when I found out

«Look at this shit!»

You was slippin'

You ain’t gonna tip for what that nigga did

«My shit fucked up, Dre, you need to look»

«I ain’t trippin', yo, I think your little homie, he a crook»

The spot got shook, it was hell below

Is that the future shock?

Hell, no, it’s Death Row

I was all in because of the begin

Then they would say

Yo, we all gon' win

So «The Chronic» was upon us, the music awards

But I was still broke at the crib when they toured

The album soared and I got bored

With niggas talking shit, they came up on a lick

Ain’t that a bitch?

I coulda been the star dude

Or maybe I shoulda stab out like Ice Cube

But what about your Dogg?

Who?

Snoop?

we was tight

I hung around, we’d get together when he’d write

In the pound that’s the way it come together

When it’s goin' down, niggas is in whatever

I went outside for a minute and came back

Niggas was talkin' crazy like they wanted me to rap

So I did somethin' from the old LP

«Damn!

That’s that shit!»

«That's what a nigga want to see»

Visit the Windy City and light keys

Rock over 17,000 G’s

I recognized game

The shit was kinda funny

Fucked-up voice shit, nigga make money

He came back and here comes the glory

And this is the way I’m gonna end this story

I was only 19

Lookin' for a dream

From what I put out

I never got a fuckin' thing

This and the wreck was the fucked-up part

It’s just a little somethin' about some real heart

From Ruthless to Death Row do we all part

Bitches, see ya Trick-ass, trick-ass bitch

Bitch

Trick

Trick-ass

La-la-la…

(Once upon a time not long ago…)

(A brother tried to play me like a kid so I dismissed him)

(It's like a message that only I can understand)