Aoww, Cool and Dre
I was the one who believed in you

I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more waitin' outside
Pull out the red carpet, walk past the line
P*** the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride

And just rock ya body, body, rock ya body, body
Rock, ya body, body, rock ya body
Just rock, who the ***k you know like Cook?
Kill a ***** on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook

Joey C Murder like five-oh-fo'
Better have my money, 'cause I knock on do's
Better yet I leave seventeen peepholes, squeeze with the eagle
Bet I murder like five-oh-fo', crack, yes

You gon' need protection
This dude mad nice with the Smith & Wesson
You know, automatic, stick shift revolver
Find me in the attic, long dist' the target

After that, do the walk-through like phone booths
What'chu gon' do when them dudes run up on you
And rock ya body, body, catch somebody
Gon' park, the black Denali, watch his body just drop

Yeah, I'm street like that
Pull off the Benny Blanco, yeah, it beez like that
Your whole crew boomerang, they ain't G's like that
'Cause when it's time to shoot
They quick to point the heat right back *****

I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more waitin' outside
Pull out the red carpet, walk past the line
P*** the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride

And just rock ya body, body, rock ya body, body
Rock ya body, body, rock ya body
Just rock, who the ***k you know like Cook?
Kill a ***** on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook

Yo, if Suge rapped how hard would it be
But he don't, so the closest thing you got is me
Ain't no damn near a rapper this loc' as me
Cook Coke on top is how it's s'posed to be, *****

Yeah, the Bronx is back
It's my *****z Cool and Dre on this monster track
What they do Fat? Yeah we been on some Don ****
Been stompin' *****z unconscious

Been sendin' *****z to trauma, I bet now you wish
The only beef that you had is wit'cha baby's momma
You best to wear your vest as a doo-rag
'Cause I'ma headbussa, you don't want me to do dat

Yeah, I need a new muh'***ker to shoot at
More Bin Laden talk, disappearin' like Pookie from New Jack
Said it, yeah it's all out war
So do your jumpin' jacks *****, make you hit the floor

I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more waitin' outside
Pull out the red carpet, walk past the line
P*** the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride

And just rock ya body, body, rock ya body, body
Rock ya body, body, rock ya body
Just rock, who the ***k you know like Cook?
Kill a ***** on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook

Yes, please believe she gorgeous
And she ain't gon' leave once she see the fortress
The blood red G-T'll leave ya nauseous
And as for the wife, mami please, we're bosses

Crenshaw, you can find me on the strip
Black Ferrari, nine milli' on the hip
You in South Beach, wet willies on the strip
****, I'm in Dade County, smokin' Phillies, bumpin' trick *****

New York y'all know what it is
Got a hundred guns, got a hundred clips
*****z never listen till they vision turn pitch
Pawn you out of Vegas butt-naked in a ditch

By now you can see that I'm global
Slappin' MC's for the dreams that they sold you
And all the false prophecies of *****z takin' shots at me
Find yourself hangin' from your feet off the balcony

I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more waitin' outside
Pull out the red carpet, walk past the line
P*** the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride

And just rock ya body, body, rock ya body, body
Rock ya body, body, rock ya body
Just rock, who the ***k you know like Cook?
Kill a ***** on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook now