Lyrics of 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' ***, just 'let me ride'

You would do it if my name was dre
Second comin', ***, throw it up for the king of l.a.
I'm known for makin' *** take they clothes off
Long as i'm from compton, california, i could never go soft

I'm hard as a *** of raw
Dribble rock like kobe bryant bounce the ball
F*** the law, feedin' my son is a must
Whip it soft, whip it hard, in *** we trust

Why andrew jackson look *** on the 20?
G answer, *** 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

(now they got me in a cell)
I got the remedy
(now they got me in a cell)
Aftermath got the remedy

(now they got me in a cell)
*** back up, back up, back up, back up
(now they got me in a cell)
'fore you get your punk *** 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 ***
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 ***'
Pull a *** out the trunk of the chevy
There go another victim of a 187

Who's the grim reaper wit'cha life in his hand?
Even the toughest *** run when my *** go blam
So kick back and watch the *** dance
N.w.a. is back, now let me see your *** hands

(now they got me in a cell)
I got the remedy
(now they got me in a cell)
Aftermath got the remedy

(now they got me in a cell)
*** back up, back up, back up, back up
(now they got me in a cell)
'fore you get your punk *** smoked

I'm back by popular demand and so
All black interior on the cherry red six-fo'
N*** 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 *** and snoop still ***
So what you sayin', loc? red and blue bandanna
Tied in a knot, as i creep through the ***

They say it ain't good *** if you don't choke
*** got my head spinnin' like the hundred spokes
Three wheelin' through the neighborhood
System on blast, as the *** one-time pass

The key to *** is aim steady
Turn that bape hoody into *** confetti
When you cross that enemy line
Close your eyes, 'parental discretion iz advised'