[The Game:]

As my, Daytons spin, lowrider sittin low

Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims

Rag top six-fo', Henny in the passenger side

Smokin chronic just +Let Me Ride+

You would do it if my name was Dre, [bad word] [bad word] 
Throw it up for the king of L.A.

I'm known for makin [bad word] take they clothes off

Long as I'm [bad word]  California I could never go soft

I'm hard as a [bad word] ounce of raw

Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounce the ball
 [bad word] the law!! Feedin my son is a must

Whip it soft, whip it hard, in crack we [bad word] 
Why Andrew Jackson look high as [bad word] on the 20, answer

Cocaine been around for centuries

Since I'm young, black and rich, I'm the +Public Enemy+

Ridin the bass [bad word]  Just Blaze got the +Remedy+
 [bad word] ]

[Chuck D: scratched] "Now they got me in a cell"

I got the remedy

[Chuck D: scratched] "Now they got me in a cell"

Aftermath got the remedy

[Chuck D: scratched] "Now they got me in a cell"
 [bad word] back up (back up) back up (back up)

'Fore you get your punk [bad word] smoked

[The Game:]

I ain't no joke G, so don't provoke me

I'm from the city of angels where that Jacob watch is a trophy

And starin at that Hollywood sign'll get you straight jacked

(Where you from fool?) Better say you pro-black

Causin walkin in Roscoe's wit'cha chain hangin

is like Giuliani tryin to get rid of the gangbaners

Now that 'Pac passed, tryin to put us on Death Row

Get ready for the Aftermath
 [bad word] through the city like Godzilla

Doin mo' damage than Ice-T when he dropped +Cop Killer+

Pull a shotty out the [bad word] of the Chevy

There go another victim of a one-eight-seven

Who's the grim reaper wit'cha life in his hand

Even the toughest [bad word] when my gun go... blam

So kick back and watch the [bad word] dance 

N.W.A. is back, now let me see your [bad word] hands
 [bad word]  

[The Game:]

I'm back by popular demand and so

All black interior on the cherry red six-fo'

Niggaz endin they careers tryin to shut me up 

Actin like I traded in my khakis for a button up

The West Coast still dippin

Game still Bloodin, and Snoop still Crippin

So what you sayin loc? Red and blue bandana

tied in a knot, as I creep through the chronic smoke

They say it ain't good weed if you don't choke
 [bad word] got my head spinnin like the hundred spokes

Three wheelin through the neighborhood

System on blast, as the [bad word] one-time pass

The key to drivebys is aim steady 

Turn that Bape hoody into [bad word] confetti

When you cross that enemy line

Close your eyes, (Parental Discretion Iz Advised)