Dr. Dre, Nate Dogg, Snoop Dogg, Warren G, Daz Dillinger - Deeez Nuuuts lyrics

Dial tone, dialing, television in background
Let me call this old bitch
See what this bitch doing
Call this bitch, raggedy-ass, shit, man
Hello? What's up?
Nothing, what you doing?
Nothing, just kicking it are y'all done?
Nah, what you gon' do today?
Um, pick up my clothes from the cleaners
I think I'll go get my nails done serious?
Why? What's up? Ay, did
Did what's your name done
Get at you yesterday? Who?
Deez nuts! Aw, shut up, nigga
"I wanna ask you one question
If I had some nuts, hanging on the wall
What would I have honey?"
I said, "Darlin', you'd have some walnuts"
She said, "Well, daddy, if I had some nuts on
My chest, would those be chestnuts?" I said
"Hell yeah" she said
"Well daddy if I had nuts under
My chin would those be chin-nuts?"
I said, "Hell no, bitch
You'd have a dick in your mouth!"

Chicky-check, microphone check one
Chicky-check, microphone check two
Chicky-check, microphone check three
Check game from the notorious Compton G

Back with some shit that gots to bump
As you pull up in the park
You pops your trunk
Just to floss it like a motherfucker
Clowning and shit
Got your Dana's on your hooptie
And your fly-ass bitch
Throw off, go off, show off, I take that ho
If she proper, I'ma pop her, the ho hopper
Is back on track with big money
Big nuts and a big fat chronic sack

So Daz, step up on they ass
And give these motherfuckers a
Blast from the past

Diggidy Daz out of the cut with
Some shit that I wrote with my nigga D-R-E
So you know I must be dope
But, uh, rat tat tat tat that ass
Starting static with Dre, make way for the AK
That I bring as I slang like cavi
Not from Kris Kross but they
Call me Mac Daddy
Had he not known about the city I'm from
(Long Beach, tic tac, grab your gat
Watch your back)
Here I come, stomping in my khaki suit
BG from the hood, kinfolk Eastwood
God damn, I ripped up, flipped up
And skipped up on top of things as they
Swing towards my ding-a-ling

But could you raise up off his nuts?
'Cause Dr drizzae's about to rizzip shit up

Chicky-check, microphone check one
Chicky-check, microphone check two
Chicky-check, microphone check three
You're tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E

Now check me out, it's back to the old school
Where the niggas get they scrap on
Don't nobody cap on slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky-ass shit by the
D-O double-G-Y D-O double-G
Real G's who drop ki's
Protect these N-U T's, so nigga please
Peep out my manuscript
You'll see that it's a must
I drop gangsta shit (Biatch)
So recognize game from the gangsta
Things will remain the same
Until I change 'em

It's real easy to see
So you can check sounds
From Nate D-O double-G

I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
I heard you wanna fuck with Dre
You picked the wrong motherfuckin' day
Here we go, toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow
Let me know if you think
You can fade Death Row
I heard you wanna fuck with Dre
You picked the wrong motherfuckin' day
Here we go, toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow
Let me know if you think
You can fade Death Row i can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street