作词 : Snoop Dogg/O'Shea Jackson/Jonathan H. Smith

作曲 : Snoop Dogg/O'Shea Jackson/Jonathan H. Smith

Whattup it's the big boss Dogg

Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside

And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube

And I'm C-walkin on the mother****** concrete

Yo if you're ****** up, put your cups up

Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, ************* what's up

See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler

Yo it's either thank ya, or it's ************* ya

I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend (YEAH!)

"Crunk Juice" ************* run the club that you in (HEY!)

You scary mother******s don't wanna bring the ruckus (NAH!)

You just spend all your time in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)

And if you walk by *************, I'ma knock fire *************

from yo' ass, you can come try ************* (HEY!)

In the hood, all the way down South (YEAH!)

I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth ************* (Mike Jones)

We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin

Look at Mr. Jackson, ************* with no reaction

If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts

That don't work, we'll put you in the dirt

Cause a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise (hey)

Lyrics full of steroids, *************z paranoid (hey)

And when you get that blowup, it make you throw up

When you realize your favorite rapper ain't got no nuts

If you a scared mother****** go to church (GO TO CHURCH)

If you a gutter mother****** do your dirt (A DO YOUR DIRT)

If you a down mother****** put in work (A PUT IN WORK)

IF you a crazy mother****** go berzerk (A GO BERZERK!)

Click clackin, pistol-packin, Crip raggin folio

Who the only ************* in the club with the toolio

You ain't know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is

"Is that Coolio?" Naw *************, let me in

Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors & rappers

Hang out with kidnappers and jackers

Make money off crackers; can you imagine how I keep *************t crackin?

It's the big boss Dogg I'm back in action and sma*************n

I flash with the bling I sur-pass the supreme

You don't really wanna have a clash with my team

I mix hash with the green I'm the, last of the kings

If I got a ************* with me she got ass in them jeans

Rollin through yo' neighborhood, my Cadillac so clean

Servin all you suckers cause you all ****fiends

Just like that ****man, ************* what's up?

You run up with that bull*************t I'll ************* yo' ass up

You scared, you scared

You scared mother****** you scared

You scared (you scared) you scared (you scared)

You scared mother****** you scared (you scared)

It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH)

Three for the *************, fo' for the glow (HEY)

Five for the rookies, six for the pros (NAH)

Seven for the numbers of them ****** zeroes (WHAT?)

Eight for haters, nine for the cause

Ten for my *************z, behind big bars (HEY)

************* these devils, and they laws (YEAH!)

Never question the size of Ice Cube's *************