Lyrics Chin Check - N.W.A.

What the fuck's up, Dre?
You tell me, you talk to Ren
I'm right here nigga
Release the hound
Bow wow wow
What?

I'm a nigga with an attitude thanks to y'all
And I don't give a fuck I keep it gangsta y'all
I'ma ride for my side in the C.P.T
God bless the memory of Eazy-E

If it wasn't for me where the fuck you'd be?
Rapping like the Treacherous Three, fucking cowards

I'd have seen Dre rocking parties for hours
And I'd have seen Ren fucking bitches from Howard
And I'd have seen Snoop give away Eddie Bauer's
So fuck Jerry Heller and the white superpowers

This the shit niggas kill for
They hear the villain niggas spitting with them nigga flows
Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch-ass niggas too
Got something for you broke

These niggas wearing skirts like the pope
Who them niggas that you love to get

Who them niggas that you fuckin' with
Love to yell to yell that we the shit
The saga continues with the world's most dangerous group
Four deep in the coup

I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (Fuck that)
I'ma choke who I wanna choke (Fuck that)
I'ma ride where I wanna ride (Fuck that)
'Cause I'm a nigga for life, so I'm a nigga 'til I diz-ie

I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (Fuck that)
I'ma choke who I wanna choke (Fuck that)
I'ma ride where I wanna ride (Fuck that)
'Cause I'm a nigga for life, so I'm a motherfucker nigga 'til I diz-ie

A pencil, a pen, or a Glock
I'm the original, subliminal, subterranean
Titanium, criminal minded, swift
D-R-E with that fuck a bitch shit (a bitch shit)

A couple of notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke, cut-throat
You don't want the pistols to whistle
Candy paint Impala, I make hoes pop collars

God damn hoes, here we go again
Fucking with Ren, playing to win
(He got the) coke in hen
(I got the) juice and gin

Same shit you was fucking with way back then (What?)
We keep it cracking from the acting to the jacking
G'ed up C'ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up
We all on deck, fool, so put your heat up, I stay on deck so me don't get wet

Look, my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots
Let's get together, make a record, why the fuck not?

Why the fuck not?
Why the fuck not?
Why the fuck not?

'Cause I'm tight as the night
I had to wipe activator off the mic in 1985

Real niggas, biatch, you know, ha hah

We cause tragedy, erratically
Systematically in your house without a key
How fucked up that'd be?
Gat'll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery

Assault and battery, 'cause we coming with that street mentality
Straight west coast rider academy
Concrete nigga, that's my reality

We tend to bust on niggas that get mad at me
Was it a bitch in the mix?
Well, it had to be

Lying tricks told them dicks I had a key
Hoes make the world harder than it have to be

I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (Fuck that)
I'ma choke who I wanna choke (Fuck that)
I'ma ride where I wanna ride (Fuck that)
'Cause I'm a nigga for life, so I'm a nigga 'til I diz-ie

I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (Fuck that)
I'ma choke who I wanna choke (Fuck that)
I'ma ride where I wanna ride (Fuck that)
'Cause I'm a nigga for life, so I'm a motherfucker nigga 'til I diz-ie

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