Aaaahhhhhhhhhh
No rapper can rap quite like I can
Ill take a musclebound man and put his face in the sand
Not the last Mafioso Im a MC cop
Make you say Go Justin, and do the wop
Beats to the rhyme, the rhyme I just made
Party at the jammie til lights the night fade
Trooping for the feature we all get paid
So lets go
Im glad you called, but Im not home
But Ill be back before too long
You gotta speak your style, and your number too
And this is all you got to do
Wait for the beep
You gotta leave your number, gotta leave your number
Wait for the beep
Kick it
Wild thing
Wild thing
Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And Id like to take a minute, just sit right there
Ill tell you how I became a prince of a town called Bel-Air
What a man, what a man, what a man
What a mighty good man
Whats your man got to do with me?
I got a man
Im not trying to hear that, see
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air if yous a true playa
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Doggs definitely in the house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Rows definitely in the house
Just hit the east side of the LBC
On a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G
Seen a car full of girls, aint no need to tweak
All you skirts know whats up with 2-1-3
Straight Outta Compton, a crazy motha--
(Hey hey hey, hold on a second
Wait wait wait
Youre straight outta Compton?)
(Not straight
Yeah yeah, Im Straight Outta Compton)

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Here comes the hotstepper 
Im the lyrical gangster 
Big up di crew ina di area 
Still love you like that 
Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean
Dont you think Im so sexy; Im just so fresh, so clean
Dont this hit make my people wanna 
Dont this hit make my people wanna 
Dont this hit make my people wanna
Jump, jump
The Mac Dad will make you, jump, jump
Daddy Mac will make you, jump, jump
Kris Kross will make you jump, jump
I wish I was a little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her
If youre having girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch aint one
Hit me
Move bitch, get out the way
99 problems, but a bitch aint one
Hit me
Move bitch, get out the way
I got 99 problems, but a-- but a--
Started from the bottom, now were here
Started from the bottom, now the whole team up in here
Started from the bottom, now were here
Started from the bottom, now the whole team up in here
Pour up Head shot 
Sit down Stand up 
Pass out Wake up 
Faded 
Life we always do at this time
I go for mine, I gots to shine
Now throw your hands up in the sky
I, gotta go for mine, I gots to shine
Now throw your hands up in the sky
Like this
Now theres a backseat lover, thats always undercover
And we talk til my daddy say
It wasnt me, she was foolin, cause she knew what was she was doin
When she told me how to walk this way
Walk this way, talk this way
Walk this way, talk this way
Walk this way, talk this way
Walk this way, talk this way