Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Deez Nuuuts, artist - Dr. Dre. Album song California Love, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.08.2010
Record label: Rud pixels
Song language: English
Deez Nuuuts |
Let me call this old bitch |
See what this bitch doin' |
Call this bitch |
Raggedy-ass, shit man |
Hello? |
Whassup? |
Nothin', whatchu doin? |
Nuttin', just kickin it |
Are y’all done? |
Nah, whatchu gon' do today? |
Umm, pick up my stuff from the cleaners |
Might go get my nails done, seriously |
Why whassup? |
Ay did, did, did whats-a-name done |
Get at you yesterday? |
Who? |
Deeez nuuuts |
Aw, shut up nigga |
I wanna ask you one question |
If I had some nuts, hangin' on the walls |
What did I have honey? |
I said, «Darling, you’d have some walnuts» |
She said, «Well, daddy, if I had some nuts |
On my chest, would those be chestnuts?» |
I said, «Hell, yes» |
She said, «Well, daddy, if I had nuts under my chin |
Would those be chin-nuts?» |
I said, «Hell no, bitch, you’d have a dick in your mouth» |
Chiggie check |
Microphone, check one |
(Chiggie check) |
Microphone, check two |
(Chiggie check) |
Microphone, check three |
Check game from the notorious Compton G |
Back with some shit that gots to bump |
As you pull up in the park, you pops the trunk |
Just to floss it like a motherfuker, clownin' an' shit |
Got the Dana’s on your hooptie and your fly-ass bitch |
Throw off, go off, show off, I take that hoe |
If she proper, I’ma pop her, the hole hopper |
It’s back on the track |
With big money, big nuts and a big fat chronic sack |
So Daz, step up on they ass |
And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past |
Diggidy Daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote |
With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope |
But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass |
Startin' static with Dre, make way for the AK |
That I bring as I slang like cavi |
Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy |
Had he, not known about the city I’m from Long Beach |
Tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back |
Here I come, stompin' in my kahki suit |
B.G. |
from the hood, kinfolk Eastwood |
Goddamn, I ripped up, flipped up and skipped up |
On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling |
But could you raise up off his nuts? |
'Cause Dr. Drizze’s about to rizzip shit up |
Chiggie check |
Microphone, check one |
(Chiggie check) |
Microphone, check two |
(Chiggie check) |
Microphone, check three |
You’re tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E |
Now check me out, it’s back to the old school |
Where the niggas get they strap on, don’t nobody cap on |
Slap on some D-R-E |
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O-double-G-Y D-O-double-G |
Real G’s who drop ki’s |
Protect these, N-U-T's, so nigga please |
Peep out my manuscript |
You’ll see that it’s a must I drop gangsta shit, beotch |
So recognize game from the gangsta |
Thangs will remain the same until I change 'em |
It’s real easy to see |
So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double-G |
I can’t be faded |
I’m a nigga from the motherfuckin' street |
(I can’t be faded) |
I’m a nigga from the motherfuckin' street |
(I can’t be faded) |
I’m a nigga from the motherfuckin' street |
(I can’t be faded) |
I’m a nigga from the motherfuckin' street |
I heard you wanna fuck with Dre |
You picked the wrong motherfuckin' day |
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow |
Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row |
I heard you wanna fuck with Dre |
You picked the wrong, motherfuckin' day |
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow |
Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row |
I can’t be faded |
I’m a nigga from the motherfuckin' street |
(I can’t be faded) |
I’m a nigga from the motherfuckin' street |