Paroles Deeez Nuuuts par Dr. Dre

(Dial tone, dailing, TV plays in background)
Let me call this old bitch, see what this bitch doing
Call this bitch, raggedy-ass, shit man
Hello?
What's up?
Nothing, what you doing?
Nothing, just kicking it
Are y'all done?
Nah, what you gon' do today?
Um, pick up my clothes from the cleaners, I think I'll go get my nails done
Seriously?
Why? What's up?
Aye, did did what's-your-name done get at you yesterday?
Who?
Deeez nuuuts!
Aw, shut up, nigga

"I wanna ask you one question: if I had some nuts, hanging on the wall, what did I have honey?"
I said, "Darling you'd have some walnuts"
She said, "Well, daddy if I had some nuts on my chest, would those be chestnuts?"
I said, "Hell yeah"
She said, "Well daddy if I had nuts under my chin would those be chin-nuts?"
I said, "Hell no bitch you'd have a dick in your mouth!"

Chiggie-check
Microphone, check one
Chiggie-check
Microphone, check two
Chiggie-check
Microphone, check three
Check game from the notorious Compton G

Back with some shit that gots to bump
As you pull up in the park you pops your trunk
Just to floss it like a mothafucka, clowning and shit
Got the Dana's on your hooptie and your fly-ass bitch
Throw off, go off, show off, I take that ho
If she proper, I'ma pop her, the ho hopper
It's back on track
With big money, big nuts, and a big fat chronic sack

So Daz, step up on they ass
And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past

Diggidy Daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote
With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope
But, uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass
Starting static with Dre, make way for the AK
That I bring as I slang like cavi
Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy
Had he not known about the city I'm from
(Long Beach, tic-tac, grab your gat, watch your back)
Here I come, stomping in my khaki suit
B.G. from the hood, kinfolk Eastwood
God damn, I ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up
On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling

But could you raise up off his nuts?
Cause Dr. Drizze's about to rizzip shit up

Chiggie-check
Microphone, check one
Chiggie-check
Microphone, check two
Chiggie-check
Microphone, check three
You're tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E

Now check me out, it's back to the old school
Where the niggas get they scrap on, don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O-double-G-Y D-O-double-G
Real G's who drop ki's
Protect these N-U-T's, so nigga please
Peep out my manuscript
You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit (Biatch)
So recognize game from the gangsta
Things will remain the same until I change 'em

It's real easy to see
So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double-G

I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfucking street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfucking street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfucking street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfucking street
I heard you wanna fuck with Dre
You picked the wrong motherfucking day
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow
Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row
I heard you wanna fuck with Dre
You picked the wrong motherfucking day
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow
Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfucking street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfucking street