Dr. Dre:Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat

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Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat
Artist: Dr. Dre
Album: The Chronic



You really ''don't'' understand, do you?
Hey man, don't you realize
in order for us to make this thing work, man
we've got to get rid of the pimps, and the pushers, and the prostitutes,
and then start all over agian clean.

Nigga, is you crazy?!

Once again
the mighty Death Row organization commitin' mass murder
And we ain't askin for shit, nigga we takin' it,
so Dre, blast they ass, nigga

Rat-tat-tat-tat late at night with my gat
on the streets of LA
wonderin' where the pussy at
Straight for ya, looking for a ho',
hangin' out, rollin in my '64
16 switches for the niggaz in my hood
17 shells so I make it understood
Stay back, lay back, way back in the cut
Ya come outside, nigga, ya gettin' fucked up,
but I told ya, creep, creep ya best move
like Luther Vandross, I'm fuckn' up the West Coast
I'm right back up in ya when ya nut
1-2-3 nut, from the D-R-E but
this is for the ho's that i used to know,
when I didn't have my '64 and a lot of dough
I keep ya this and like that,
and I...

Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
Rat-tat-tat-tat tat tat tat like that, and I..
never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
Rat-tat-tat-tat tat tat tat like that, and I...
Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back

Oh wait, that's that nigga owe you that grip
Yeah, there that fool is
Well break him off proper then
What's up, what's happinin'?
I'm the man
Nigga, you delinquent, can I get those in?
Nigga, pay this nigga, he ain't trippin'
[I ain't got yo money]
Well, yo, check this out, nigga
What's up, punk *slaps around some guy that owes them money*
What's happenin'?
What's up?
Yeah motherfucker
[I'll be back though, I'll be back]
Yeah, you ain't never comin' back

Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back (Yeah nigga)
Rat-tat-tat-tat tat tat tat, like that, (You know I)...
never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Chorus]


Creepin' and peepin' and we can get with these
The chronic, slingin' fat ki's from my block
And it don't stop
tell me where ya wanna go,
to the strip,
or take a trip ballin' with the 'Row
My shit off in ya system attacks
Indo smoke go in ya lungs, like that
You can lift it, gone, and a fist of bomb,
takin' away like hell gone Veitnam
California, back and on a mission, provin' a point
In my game, ain't no fuckin' competition
They wishin' but run up on reality
C-P-T, C-A-L: My locality
It's strange how I rearrange and change the business
by droppin' shit like this
dope, niggaz can't cope with the real
I feel penitentiary steel when I kill, it goes...

[Chorus]

Straight up, now you niggaz know where my homie's comin' from
So quit the chit-chat, 'fore ya find yourself flat on your b-izz-ack, fool
It's 9-deuce,
Dr. Dr-izz-ay, sittin' on t-izz-op,
It don't stop
Treatin' busters just like a punk-ass c-izz-op
Biatch!