Dr. Dre, Six2, Hittman, Snoop Dogg - Bitch Niggaz lyrics

Some good-ass weed
Check it out Dog: this game
Is a motherfuckin' trip man
Word on the streets
Everybody always tryin' to run up
On me hollerin' about "Word
On the streets is, this nigga said this"
Man, I don't give a fuck about
What that nigga said man
That's what's wrong with you niggas
You niggas is just like bitches
Ho-ass niggas, talk too motherfuckin' much
(Speak) stay to your own
Get your own–you know what I'm saying'?
Be independent, nigga biatch

Yeah bitch niggas (Bitch niggas)
Bitch niggas (Bitch niggas)
Bitch-ass niggas (Beotch)
Bitch niggas (Bitch niggas)
Yeah, I'm talkin' about you (Beotch)


Bitch niggas and you too (Biatch)
Hmm, Dogg

I meet mo' bitch niggas than hoes, look here
And I really don't know
But that's just how it go (damn)
Dogg, so many niggas like to keep up shit
And just like a bitch
(beotch) niggas be talkin' shit (nigga)
Smilin' in my face and then they
Blast me in the back (ka-ka-ka-ka-ka)
Niggas stay strapped from way back
Cause payback
Will make niggas wanna pop that shit
If you ain't ready for the game
(uh uh) nigga stop that shit
We rock that shit, my nigga Dre
Drop that shit (right)
No mo' talkn'
I'm walkin' and I'm poppin' the clip
Glock on the hip, set-trippin'
Dippin' and shit if you act like a bitch
(nigga) nigga you get smacked like a bitch

Bitch niggas, bitch niggas (Bitch niggas)
These niggas don't know what the
Fuck is goin' on
Yo Dogg, check it, kick back
Let me holler at these niggas for a minute

Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity
The aggravated
Makin' these punk motherfuckers hate it
(Compton) is the city I'm from
Can't never leave the crib
Without a murder wea-pon
Huh, I can't live my life on broke no mo'
And most of these fools
Ain't shit but cutthroats
They smile in a nigga face, and for what?
They got the game fucked up
And want my thing fucked up
I done learned a lot, seen a whole lot
The top notch nigga
I'm fiendin' for that spot
Now peep game on what Six-Deuce told me

These niggas after yo' paper, Dr d-R-E (Wha?)
And these punk-ass hoes is lookin' for dough
You gotta watch your homeboys
Cause a nigga never know
Oh, they'll be around
But when yo' paper get low
Just like Master P said, "There they go
There they go" bitch niggas, uh huh

Attention all personnel:
Stop schemin', and lookin' hard
Stop schemin', and, an–, and, an–an–, and
And lookin' hard

Bitch nigga, a bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, hella bitch nigga
You's a bitch nigga, motherfucker bitch nigga
A bitch nigga, a bitch nigga a bitch nigga

I know yo' type, so much bitch in you
If it was slightly darker
Lights was little dimmer
My dick be stuck up in yo' windpipe
Hmm, you'd rather blow me than fight
I'm from the old school
Like Romey Rome, homey, yo
You owe me the right
To slap you, like the bitch that you are
Been wantin' to cap you
Every since you was mad doggin' me
With that bitch in yo' car
Fool, "Who do you think you
Are? Mr big Stuff"
Man, you shit on Hitt, get yo' shit bust
Plus pistol-whipped, cover it up
Use yo' bitch's blush
Mr powder Puff yo', bark ain't loud enough
Huh
I know Chihuahuas that's mo' rah rah, ha ha
I have to laugh Dre
I bet he take bubble baths
You don't want no trouble
With the Aftermath staff, trust me
Doggy Dogg, Diggy Doctor plus me
No you's a busta slash hussy
Soft as a hush puppy
Must we break you down to
Estrogen most hated specimens a bitch nigga

Stop schemin', and lookin' hard
Stop, stop, stop schemin', and lookin' hard
Stop, stop, ah, –op, –op, stop, sch–, sch–
Schemin' and lookin' hard
Stop, stop, ah, –op, –op, stop, sch–, sch–
Schemin' and lookin' hard
Stop schemin' an–, an–, an–, an–, an–
And lookin' hard
Stop schemin', and lookin' hard
Stop sche–, schemin', and lookin' hard
Stop schemin', and, and, and stop schemin'
And lookin' hard