As my daytons spin lowrider sitting low
Hitting corners so hard you could taste my rims
Rag top 6-4 henny in the passenger side
Smoking chronic just letting me ride
You would do it if my name was DRE
Second coming mothafucker throw it up for the KING OF L.A
Im known for making bitches take there clothes off
Long ass im from Compton California I could never go soft
Im hard as a mothafucken ounce of rock
Dribble rock like kobe bryant bounce the ball fuck the law
Feeding my son is a must
Whip it soft, whip it hard in crack we trust
Why andrew jackson look high ass fuck on the 20 G?
Answer Cocaine been around for centuries
Since im young black and rich
Im the public enemy riding the bass drum
Just Blaze got the Remedy
(Hook)
(scratching) Now-dey
("Now They"), Now-Now, Now-dey, Now-Now, Now-dey Now Now they got Me in a Cell
I got the Remedy
(scratching) Now-dey
("Now They"), Now-Now, Now-dey, Now-Now, Now-dey Now Now they got Me in a Cell
Aftermath got the Remedy
(scratching) Now-dey
("Now They"), Now-Now, Now-dey, Now-Now, Now-dey Now Now they got Me in a Cell
Nigga Back up back up back up before you get your punk ass smoked
I aint no joke G
So dont provoke me
Im from the city of angels
Where that jacob watch is a trophy
Staring at the hollywood sign will get your straight jacked
Where you from foo?
Better say your pro black
Cause walking in roscos with your chain hanging
Its like juliane trying to get rid of the gang bangers
Now that Pac past trying to put us on death row get ready for the aftermath
I run through the city like godzilla
Doing more damage than ice t when he dropd cop killa
Pull a shotty out the trunk of the chevy
There goes another victim of a 1-8-7
Whos the gream reaper with your life in his hand
Even the toughest niggas run when my gun go blammm
So kick back and watch the bitches dance N.W.A is back now let me see your
Mothafucken hands
(Hook)
(scratching) Now-dey
("Now They"), Now-Now, Now-dey, Now-Now, Now-dey Now Now they got Me in a Cell
I got the Remedy
(scratching) Now-dey
("Now They"), Now-Now, Now-dey, Now-Now, Now-dey Now Now they got Me in a Cell
Aftermath got the Remedy
(scratching) Now-dey
("Now They"), Now-Now, Now-dey, Now-Now, Now-dey Now Now they got Me in a Cell
Nigga Back up back up back up before you get your punk ass smoked
Im back by popular demand N so
All black interior on a cherry red 6-4
Niggaz endin they carrer trying to shut me up
Acting like I traded in my khakis for a button up
The west coast still dipin
Game still bloodin'
N snoop still cripin
So what you saying loc
Red and blue bandanas tied in a knot
As I creep through the chronic smoke
They say it aint good weed if you dont choke
Shit got my head spining like the 100 spokes
3-Wheelin through the neighborhood
System on blast as the mothafucken one time pass
Key to drive bys is aim steady
Turn that vape hoody into mothafucken confety
(Acapella)
When u cross that enemy line
Close your eyes parental dizcretion is advized
Writer(s): Isaac Hayes, Eric T. Sadler, William Jonathan Drayton, Carlton Ridenhour, Alvertis Isbell, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Justin Gregory Smith, James Henry Boxley Iii
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