Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Deez Nuuuts , by - Dr. Dre. Song from the album California Love, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |