Dr. Dre – Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat Lyrics


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Hey man, don't you know
In order for us to make this thing work
We gotta get rid of the pimps, and the pushers, and then start
All over again clean

Nigga is you crazy!
Once again
The mighty Death Row organization committin' mass murder
And we ain't askin' for shit, nigga we takin'it
So Dre, BLAST they ass nigga

[Verse 1]
Rat-tat-tat-tat late at night with my gat
On the streets of LA
Wonderin' where the pussy at
Straight player, looking for a ho
Hangin' out, rollin' in my '64
16 switches for the niggas in my hood
17 shells so I make it understood
Stay back, lay back, way back in the cut
Ya come outside nigga ya gettin' fucked up
But I told ya, Creep, Creep ya best move
Like Luther Vandross
, fuckin' up the west coast
I'm right back up in ya when ya nut
1-2-3 nut, from the D-R-E but
This is for the hoes that I used to know
When I didn't have my '64 and a lot of dough
I keep ya this and like that

And I...
Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
Rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and I..
Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
Rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and I...
Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back

[Verse 2]
Oh wait, that's that nigga that owe ya that grip
Yeah there that fool is
Break him off proper than
What's up, what's happenin' ?
Nigga you delinquent, can I get those ends?
Nigga, pay this nigga, he ain't trippin'
[I ain't got yo money]
Well, yo, check this out, nigga
What's up *slaps around some guy that owes them money*
What's up?
What's up?
Ya motherfucker
[I'll be back though, I'll be back]
Ya, you ain't never comin' back


[Verse 3]
Creepin' and peepin' and I can get with these
The chronic, slangin' fat ki's from my block
And it don't stop
Tell me where ya wanna go
To the strip
Or take a trip bawlin' with the row
My shit off in ya system attacks
Endo smoke in ya lungs, like that
You get lifted, calm, and if it's da bomb
Taken away like Calgon on Vietnam
California, back and on a mission, makin' a point
Ain't no fuckin' competition
They wishin' but run up on reality
CPT, CAL my locality
It's strange how I re-arrange and change the business
By droppin' shit like this
Dope, niggas can't cope with the real
I peal, penitentiaries still, when I kill it goes...


Straight up. Now you niggas know where my homie comin' from
So quit the chit-chat, before ya find yourself flat on your bizzack, fool
It's 9-duce, Dr Drizzay, is sittin' on tizzop! It don't stop
Treatin' buster's like a punk-ass cizzop!

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