Feeling Like That Nigga

Chilling at a house party, me and my 40
Choking off dank rolled up in a pierogi
Cot everywhere, I mean the bitches was at that
I'm peeping the scene seeing who I'm a mac at
This bitch walked in lookin real prizznity
With no hesitation, I step to the brizznity
Said, "How you doing, baby, can I spit at you?
Saucy young tender, can I get at you?"
She musta recognized the potent pimping on sight
'Cause she was jocking MD for the rest of the night
We smoked dank, and drank Tanqueray
I said, "Baby, are you sure you can hang with Dre?"
With the party still popping we shook the spot
Cut to my Brougham and I took the cot
For 25 minutes MD was shoving it
She was screaming my name and I could tell she was loving it
Cock was thrusted, nuts was busted
In this no good bitch that some nigga trusted
Pulled up my pants and she put on some lipstick
Went back in the party feeling pimperistic
I couldn't help but notice that this nigga was staring
I thought he was tripping off the clothes I was wearing
But, he stepped to MD and said, "What's up, punk?
You been fucking my bitch and now I want some funk"
I said, "I'm not with the drama so you can save the theatrical
I macked on your bitch 'cause she appeared to be mackable"
But instead of this nigga being real on a playa
He took a step back and tried to steal on a playa
I said, "Look fool, nobody smashes Dre
I throw these thangs like young Cassius Clay"
With one blow, I sent the punk to the flo'
And said, "Get your ass up if you want some more"
These niggas ran up, they musta been his crew
Now tell me what the fuck was I supposed to do?
Cut to the Brougham and got the M-double-8
So I can get these muthafuckas from up out of my face
Let off a rat-a-tat, hopped in my Cadillac
And burned long rubber on them suckas I gatted at
Yeah

I got my choppa on my left with my finger on the trigga
Rolling in a glasshouse feeling like that nigga
Suckas started static last night now I'm searching
Finna put some work in, 'gnac got me perking
Seen a sucka posted with his bitch at the liquor store
Put in the clip and go, didn't mean to hit the ho
Fully automatic Mac-11 spitting fast
Make sure I get that ass, then I hit the gas
Punch it to the hood, switching up now I'm back
Rolling in the 'Lac, still sippin 'gnac
Rollers to their right get behind me, I don't trip
They looking for a nigga in a Chev, I don't slip
High speed chase if they want to harass me
Put the lights on, switch lanes then pass me
Had me kinda noid but no longer am I spooked
And man, like I said, if they jacked me they was juked
Creep to the spot where the homeboys romp
Niggas on the dice getting paid shooting twamps
30 minutes later pockets fat now I'm cool
Stepping out the house, niggas scream "Get that fool"
Suckas smash up in the deuce and a squirrel
Three bald heads and a nigga with a curl
Bullets let loose, I get it in the chest
Fools smash off screaming, "Trick, fuck the Crest"
Waiting for the muthafucking ambulance
Thinking to myself: I don't stand a chance
Dizzy and my breathing is impossible
Next thing I know I'm at the hospital
Waking up hurt, fresh out the trauma
Looking at my bitch, and my baby's mama
They tryna act cool, but I know they hate it
My baby's mama said, "Damn Dre, you barely made it"
Straight tore back, sore than a muthafucka
Thinking to myself: Man, I gotta smoke another sucka
Chilling, illing, back on the street
Strapped with my gat laying in the back seat
Got a white boy driving looking like a nerd
Rolling in a fucked up Thunderbird
Got my gloves on, hoodie and my mask and
Mad than a muthafucka, finna do some blasting
We hit this dope track like we looking for some rocks
And I hop out the back door and quickly get to popping
Suckas start dropping, and I stop capping
And hop back in, just like nothing happened
I'm putting in work, killing fools dissing
A muthafucking savage, a nigga on a mission
Yeah