Chin Check

911, forty reporting

Hello, hello 911, help me, help me

What is your emergency?

There's someone in my house, there's someone in my house

Can you please verify your address for me?

151 Shenandoah, Shenandoah

Ma'am, where inside the house are you?

Oh my God

Ma'am, where inside the house are you?

In my room, they are in my room

Ma'am, calm down, deputies are on the way

Is the door locked?

Ma'am?

What the fuck's up, Dre?

You tell me, you talk to Ren

I'm right here, ****, release the hound

Bow-wow, wow

What, what, what, what, what, what, what?

I'm a **** wit 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?

Rappin' like the treacherous three, fuckin' cowards

I done seen Dre rockin' parties for hours

And I done seen Ren fuckin' bitches from Howard

And I done seen Snoop give away a Eddie Bauer's

So fuck Jerry Heller and the white superpowers

This the shit **** kill for

They hear the villain **** spittin' with them **** flows

Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch ass ****, too

Got somethin' for you broke

These **** wearin' skirts like the pope

Who them **** that you love to get? (Us)

Who them **** that you fuckin' wit? (Us)

Love to yell that we the shit (What?)

The saga continues with the world's most dangerous group

Four deep in the coupe, I'ma spill it

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 **** for life, so I'ma **** till 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 **** for life, so I'ma motherfuckin' **** till 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 (Fuck a bitch, biatch)

A couple of notes and get your hog tied in rope

Dope like tons of coke, cutthroat

You don't want the pistols to whistle

Candy paint Impala, I make hoes pop collars

God damn hoes, here we go again

Fuckin' with Ren, playin' to win

(He got the) Coke in hand (I got the) Juice and gin

Same shit you was fuckin' with way back then

We keep it crackin' from the actin' to the jackin'

G'd up, C'd 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 ****, we can scatter like buck shots

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 ****, biatch, you know

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 comin' with that street mentality

Straight West Coast rider academy

Concrete, ****, that's my reality

We tend to bust on **** that get mad at me

Was it a bitch in the mix?

Well, it had to be

Lyin' tricks told them dicks that I had a key

Hoes make the world harder than it have to be

Yea, that's right

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 **** for life, so I'ma **** till 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 **** for life, so I'ma motherfuckin' **** till I diz-ie