Uh, ooh, open it up Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk Uh, ooh, shells in the pump Woo, woo woo Coupe with the wings (brr) Fuck that bitch, don't buy no ring (buy no rings) Hundred chains for the team, whole gang (yeah) Shit do

Goddamn, wassup, nigga? Hey, that motherfucker clean Who was that? Hey, that's Dre, nigga, that's the Look at that shit That nigga hangin' that motherfucker, Goddamn That nigga chromed out up under that motherfucker Hangin' on the bumper X

I wish a motherfucka' would Tell me that I ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop Tell me that my shit gon' flop bitch your shit gon' flop I wish a motherfucker would, hell naw, I wish a motherfucker would Chill chill chill, let 'em rhyme man You know

Cause that where them real niggas at. The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America. Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses. Hailing from the filthy, dirty South,

You know what? I heard this shit before You told me you'd never let me go I tried some things that make you want to stay In that penthouse, all we did was fight and fuck I taught you some things you've never seen before We did some things that your mama

Fuck that, fuck that (fuck that) Y'all want a single say fuck that Fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that shit Y'all want a single say fuck that (fuck that) What's going on today? (today) They think we're all the same (the same) And always we're to

I just don't give a fuck! So when you see me on your block with two glocks Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2pac Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin' Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh She said she felt the mood right We drunk up off that moonshine We look up at the star lights Ayy, but it don't mean shit if you ain't happy, though And fuck it, let's just see what happens, take a risk, let's take a trip Swervin'

(One time for your mind, one time) Yeah, whatever It sound clever Yeah, it's illmatic, (yeah) It's illmatic, (yeah!) It's illmatic, huh (Yeah, kick that shit) Yo, whatever (Hey yo, Nas, (Whattup, Paul?) Kick that fuckin' rhyme)

Uh-huh, understand this I don't give a fuck about what y'all talkin' about I ain't tryin' to hear none of that shit Nigga I'ma do what I wanna do When I wanna do it, how I wanna do it And you better hope I don't do it to you Now, I don't care what momma