“Zoom”
(feat. LL Cool J)
[Dr. Dre]
I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it
Let it ride, tonight’s the night, yeah
[repeat 2X]
Yeah, yeah, come on
[LL Cool J]
Uh, you know you a freak
Before the album went platinum, ya hardly speak
And now you’re skin grinnin, gassed off the chrome rims and
twenty room mansion, I rest my Timb’s in
Uhh, I feel it how ya shake it
Rings in ya belly, I can’t take it
Toss up your Moet, money make it
Last week frontin, tonight butt naked
I got the flava, make em Zoom-a-zoom
The LL Cool J, [fuck it] give me room
Looked up in my eyes as I lowered the boom
Twenty thousand freaks packed up in one room, uhh
[Dr. Dre]
All I wanna do, is Zoom-a-Zoom Zoom Zoom
(Mmmm, whatchu wanna do) Uhh, whatchu wanna do?
[repeat 2X]
[Dr. Dre]
Once again it’s on, can’t be home
The crime got me in the zone; homies blowin up the celly phone
The world knew I had to come once moAnd just to let y’all know, I do my thing and still blow
Nuff to burn ten mill’ cells, confirmed
The most anticipated since Tyson’s return
So come on everybody let’s all get down
Cause what we have, is a brand new sound
[LL Cool J]
All the mommies in the house gettin live tonight
They wanna (Zoom Zoom Zoom, Zoom Zoom-Zoom)
And all my dogs feel the vibe tonight
They wanna (Zoom Zoom Zoom, Zoom Zoom-Zoom)
Say what?
[Dr. Dre]
All I wanna do, is Zoom-a-Zoom Zoom Zoom
(Mmmm, whatchu wanna do) Uhh, whatchu wanna do?
[Dre] All I wanna do, is Zoom-a-Zoom Zoom Zoom
[LL] Dre, whatchu wanna do?
[Dre] Mr. Smith, it’s on you, uh
[LL Cool J]
In other words, it’s gon’ be like that
You young boys is blind, I’m seein them cats
Evolutionary (what?) Revolutionary and legendary
I got a climax waiting for each and every cherry
I’m like a narcotic, niggaz is microscopic
Dr. Dre and Cool J, is the topic
Forever, my lyrics is rough and energetic
Them cats is blazin? I don’t get it, they cosmetic
If shorty wanna step up? I’ll twist his neck up
You can’t get no money battling me; that’s like ripping your check up
What partna? Take ten paces and turn around
That quick, yo’ whole ghost town is burnin down (Woooof!)
What I spit, manipulates whole clicks
Make em conversate on how real niggaz ride my dick
It’s like a serum, I just can’t hear em
All them new niggaz poppin new shit, I never fear em
As we proceed
To give you what you need
Satisfaction guaranteed
Work and die
Yeah, yeah
[Dr. Dre]
I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it
Let it ride, tonight’s the night, yeah
[repeat 3X]
“Housewife”
(feat. Kurupt & Hittman)
[Chorus: Kurupt]
Now this this is one of them occasions
where the homies not doin it right
I mean he found him a hoe that he like
But you can’t make a hoe a housewife
And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end
a bitch is a bitch, but a Dogg is a man’s best friend
So what you found you a hoe that you like
But you can’t make a hoe a housewife (wife)
[Dr. Dre]
I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip
Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip
(Where the fuck is my money?) I cannot G guilty
You pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that be filthy
She on the dillzy, I take advantage
All up in them panties, I got this bitch speakin Spanish
I’m mannish – get yo’ nails out my back
Slut I’m bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo’ cat
Learn the player rules, this is how I play a dude
Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin shoes
Dollar signs are folded, I can’t control it
Tryin to leave her, beeper just exploded
She sweatin me, won’t let me, broad turned fraud
Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin tricks huh
Man it’s a trip I don’t trip I’m in yo’ Lexus flexin
I left her up in Dallas, Texas – assed-out
[Chorus]
[Hittman]
Naw hoe is short for honey, almost had her Wailin like Bunny
Tellin tales of bein pregnant, catchin Norstrom sales with abortion money
I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when I shot at her
Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe’s erotica
Exotic – she’s psychotic, rockin his Nautica
Soon he’ll need antibiotics (sucka bitch)
Name a sexual disease, she got it like Sam Goody
You be like, “Damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?”
Fool I pity ya
We live in the city off, ballers
with more bouncin than a Zapp, she will doo-wah-diddy-ya
Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her
to the Hotel, Niko, on some Sauve shit like, Rico
That’s when I caught a Vision like Coleco
A high-post hoe, a perfect way for me to keep dough
Huh, have her sellin ass on Bronson Ave. and Pico
[Kurupt]
At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the Holiday Inn (say what nigga?)
I said if that bitch keep fuckin up (beotch) then we’ll fuck her friends
I said I dip, dive, what can I say?
Niggaz need to stop fuckin with O.J.
Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang crip
And bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks
I had to dream of hoes, I had to scream at hoes
I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes
Lil’ Almond Joy, I truly enjoy
if you blew my balls, right through my drawers
Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot
From the way she was blowin, I know she does it a lot
I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters
The hoe started callin when I started boss ballin
Gimme some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh)
Gimme some cash, pass it to Daz
Pass it to Snoop, or pass it to Nate
Hoes eat dick like eggs and steak
That ain’t shit new, I thought you knew (what?)
I knew you would, you wish you could
break a G down, break me down
But I’ma see you on the rebound (what what?) D.P. style
[Chorus]
[door slams]
[D.O.C.]
Lil’ 1&2 Dead
[1&2 Dead??]
Lil’ 1&2 Dead the money jumped out to say
ol’ Snoop Dogg on the look out boy?
[D.O.C.]
Yeahhh
[some hoe]
He gotta be MORE than 1&2 Dead
if he don’t fill my motherfuckin drink up!
[1&2 Dead??]
Or fill your motherfuckin mouth up
[D.O.C.]
Ahhhhhh-HAHAhahahahAHAHH
[some hoe]
I don’t think so!!
Snoop Doggy Dogg
One, two, three and to the foSnoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the doReady to make an entrance, so back on up
Cause you know about to rip shit up
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble
Ain’t nuthin’ but a “G” thang, baaaaabay!
Two loc’ed out niggas so we’re craaaaazay!
Death Row is the label that paaaaays me!
Unfadeable, so please don’t try to fade this Hell yeah
But uh, back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I’ma let ‘em understand
From a young G’s perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have ta’ find a contraceptive
You never know she could be earnin’ her man
And learnin’ her man – and at the same time burnin’ her man
Now you know I ain’t with that shit, Lieutenant
Ain’t no pussy good enough to get burnt while I’m up in it
Yeah And that’s realer than Real-Deal Holyfield
And now you hooka’s and ho’s know how I feel
Well if it’s good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I’ll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff
Dr. Dre and Snoop
It’s like this and like that and like this and uh
It’s like that and like this and like that and uh
It’s like this and like that and like this and uh
[S] Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom
[Dr. Dre]
Well I’m peepin’, and I’m creepin’, and I’m creep-in
But I damn near got caught, ’cause my beeper kept beepinNow it’s time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt
You never been on a ride like this befowith a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I flow some ol’ fonky shit
To add to my collection, the selection
Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don’t choke
If you do, you’ll have no clue
On what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do
[Dr. Dre and Snoop]
It’s like this and like that and like this and uh,
It’s like that and like this and like that and uh,
It’s like this…
[D] And who gives a fuck about those?
[S] So just chill, til the next episode…
[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Fallin’ back on that ass, with a hellified gangsta lean
Gettin’ funky on the mic like a ol’ batcha’ collard greens
It’s the capital S, oh yes I’m fresh, N double-O P
D O double-G Y, D O double-G, ya see
Showin’ much flex when it’s time to wreck a mic
Pimpin’ hoes and clockin’ a grip like my name was on the mic
Yeah, and it don’t quit
I think they in the mood for some muthafuckin’ G shit
(Hell yeah) So Dre… (Whattup Dogg?)
Gotta give ‘em what they want (What’s that, G?)
We gotta break ‘em off somethin’ (Hell yeah)
And it’s gotta be bumpin’ (City of Compton!)
[Dr. Dre]
It’s where it takes place – so when asked, yo’ attention
Mobbin’ like a muh’fucka, but I ain’t lynchinDroppin’ the funky shit that’s makin’ the sucka niggas mumble
When I’m on the mic, it’s like a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, and your ass’ll get smacked
My muthafuckin’ homie Doggy Dogg has got my back
Never let me slip, ’cause if I slip, then I’m slippinBut if I got my Nina, then you know I’m straight trippinAnd I’ma continue to put the rap Down, put the mack down
And if yo bitches talk shit, I’ll have to put the smack down
Yeah, and you don’t stop
I told you I’m just like a clock when I tick and I tock
But I’m never off, always on, to the break of dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach
Puttin’ the shit together
Like my nigga D.O.C., “No One Can Do It Better”
[Dr. Dre and Snoop]
Like this, that and this and uh
It’s like that and like this and like that and uh,
It’s like this
[D] And who gives a fuck about those?
[S] So just chill, ’til the next episode…



