Da Shit (Album Version (Explicit))

Now where's da shit?

Da shit?

Da shit

****, what's up, man?

Come on, kill that noise, man

Let's just get da shit

Don't worry, you'll get da shit

You'll be knee deep in da shit

Motherfucker

I'm a G, you can't see me

That must be why you're talking

(Shut your mouth, bitch)

I'm the shit and you know it

Never stop, there's no stopping

(It don't stop, ****)

Riding low, blowing smoke, oh

As I cruise the streets of Compton

(Roll out the six-four, six trey, glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet)

(And tell them ****)

It's da shit

I'll let the whole world know that I can't be stopped

Even without Doc, I'm still from the (Street of Compton)

Yeah ****, I said it, and I'ma stay on top

Like a hood rat with bomb ass cot

Run up on em like these rap ****, I ain't gotta clap ****

End your career with one line, like that, ****

Hit the switch, front and back, make it bounce, let it jump

Killa-forn-I-A is where I'm from

(No shit, yes sir, da shit)

Three wheeling with the ass out

Smoke chronic till I pass out

Holding weight at my **** Daz house

He always got a thick bad bitch from Long Beach

She a known freak and she got a long reach

She gone touch it, suck it, fuck it

Never back down, especially when Al Green in the background

Now bitch, hit the weed and turn that ass round

It's time to bring back Chronic and the Doggystyle

West Coast, ****, still holding shit down

I'm a G, you can't see me

That must be why you're talking

(Shut your mouth, bitch)

I'm the shit and you know it

Never stops, there's no stopping

(It don't stop, ****)

Riding low, blowing smoke, oh

As I cruise the streets of Compton

(Roll out the six-four, six trey, glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet)

(And tell them ****)

(Ah, da shit)

I'm back on the cover of The Source and the double XL

Floating all through the (Streets of Compton)

I got more bitches, more plaques

More beef and more straps

That's what the fuck I call gangsta rap

I was the aftermath remedy, till friends turned enemies

Streets kept me laced like blunts dipped in Hennessy

You **** act like The Game can't roll 'em out

One man show, still sell a motherfucker out

(That smell real, da shit ain't you got, ah, da shit)

With no Dre still sell the motherfucker out

'Cause everybody here from the (Streets of Compton)

We got crip ****, blood ****, ese's, Asian's

Red and blue laces, tattoos on faces

I kept you **** waiting, had to take you back to the basics

Switch the Impala from gold to chrome Dayton's

Every time your bitch hear my voice, she masturbating

I run through hoes like Walter Payton, on the daily

I got your main bitch swallowing my babies

I'm a G, you can't see me

That must be why you're talking

(Shut your mouth, bitch)

I'm the shit and you know it

Never stops, there's no stopping

(It don't stop, ****)

Riding low, blowing smoke, oh

As I cruise the streets of Compton

(Roll out the six-four, six trey, glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet)

(And tell them ****)

(Da shit, ain't this some shit?)

I'm the West Coast Rakim, got you **** blocked in

Glasshouse parked sideways on the stock rims

New school, old school mentality

Translation, four pumps and twelve batteries

Hydraulics make the world go round, your girl go down

Chronic make your girl slow down

Before she end up like super head, giving super head

Every **** in the industry done fucked super head

(Shit)

And I just might fuck her too

If I ever catch her sliding or riding through the (Streets of Compton)

Rolling down Green Leaf, smoking on that green leaf

With a Mac-10 like I was born on Queens Street

Murder MC's like I was born in Queensbridge

That's how I show you pawn **** where the king is

And you don't want to play chess on a time clock

I'm in the Hall of Fame, next to Snoop, behind Pac

I got the whole motherfucking world locked

I'm a G, you can't see me

That must be why you're talking

(Shut your mouth, bitch)

I'm the shit and you know it

Never stops, there's no stopping

(It don't stop, ****)

Riding low, blowing smoke, oh

As I cruise the streets of Compton

(Roll out the six-four, six trey, glasshouse, '57 Chevrolet)

(And tell them ****)

(Yeah, shit)

Everybody wants to know what the fuck is going on

Am I signed to Aftermath? Interscope? What's up with Geffen?

I'ma just say it like this

One day I walked in the motherfucking house

And all my shit was gone