Remedy

As my Daytons spin, lowrider sittin' low

Hittin' corners so hard you can taste my rims

Rag top six-fo', Henny in the passenger side

Smokin chronic just Let Me Ride

You would do it if my name was Dre, second comin' motherfucker

Throw it up for the king of L.A.

I'm known for makin' bitches take they clothes off

Long as I'm from Compton, California I could never go soft

I'm hard as a motherfuckin' ounce of raw

Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounce the ball

Fuck the law! Feedin my son is a must

Whip it soft, whip it hard, in crack we trust

Why Andrew Jackson look high as fuck on the 20, G answer

Cocaine been around for centuries

Since I'm young, black and rich, I'm the Public Enemy

Ridin' the bass drum, Just Blaze got the Remedy

I got the remedy

Aftermath got the remedy

Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)

'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked

I ain't no joke G, so don't provoke me

I'm from the City of Angels where that Jacob watch is a trophy

And starin' at that Hollywood sign'll get you straight jacked

(Where you from fool?) Better say you pro-black

'Cause walkin' in Roscoe's wit'cha chain hangin'

Is like Giuliani tryin' to get rid of the gangbangers

Now that 'Pac passed, tryin' to put us on Death Row

Get ready for the Aftermath

I run through the city like Godzilla

Doin' mo' damage than Ice-T when he dropped Cop Killer

Pull a shotty out the trunk of the Chevy

There go another victim of a one-eight-seven

Who's the grim reaper wit'cha life in his hand

Even the toughest niggaz run when my gun go blam

So kick back and watch the bitches dance

N.W.A. is back, now let me see your motherfuckin' hands

I got the remedy

Aftermath got the remedy

Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)

'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked

I'm back by popular demand and so

All black interior on the cherry red six-fo'

Niggaz endin they careers tryin' to shut me up

Actin' like I traded in my khakis for a button up

The West Coast still dippin'

Game still Bloodin', and Snoop still Crippin'

So what you sayin' loc? Red and blue bandana

Tied in a knot, as I creep through the chronic smoke

They say it ain't good weed if you don't choke

Shit got my head spinnin' like the hundred spokes

Three wheelin' through the neighborhood

System on blast, as the motherfuckin' one-time pass

The key to drivebys is aim steady

Turn that Bape hoody into motherfuckin' confetti

When you cross that enemy line

Close your eyes, parental discretion is advised