[Snoop Dogg]
  Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga?
  It's the big homeboy Snoop Dogg
  And y'know, the streets is a motherfucker
  D.P.G.C., y'know
  Representin to the fullest, like dat dere
  Y'KNOW!
  Kurupt]
  Organized madness
  The young Godstra
  Ha hah, young Frank Sinatra, beotch!
  Chorus: repeat 2X (w/ minor variations)
  I call, I call shots round here
  Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here
  Slow down down here, don't make too much noise
  You know who runs the blocks round here
  [Kurupt]
  Psychosomatic, automatic static
  Catatonic, supersonic, bubonic chronic addict
  Astrononimcal in the Thunderdome center
  In the depths of the dungeon, dangerous, dastardly
  Catastrophes, metamorphosize into a pit
  Tyranno-Don, crackin the bricks on the walls
  Camouflage, on the side of livest
  Bout to put somethin up in that could ride
  It's time for, world war three motherfucker
  You know me, Young Got-ti motherfucker
  I holds the microphone like a grudge
  In the 'llac laid back, so back the fuck up
  This might give you a heart attack
  It's real simple, can't get mo' simple than that
  Than that..
  Chorus
  [Kurupt]
  The tactical acrobatical automatic
  Automatically psychosomatics that got it verbally guided
  Visually you ride it Super like the Sonics
  Potent like gin and tonic being injected through the veins
  with double dosage of liquid chronic (WHAT?)
  Columbian flake, the top rate
  Irate lost mental state
  Stallion I'm want about a million or more
  of y'all fools to come back and get some more
  You can tell the gangs as soon as he come in the door
  He don't wear Calvin Klein, he won't wear valour
  He got some Gortex or some Converse on
  All-Stars, G'd from the hat to the floor
  You can miss me, I'm probably chillin up in Mississippi
  or Poughkeepsie or Baton Rouge guzzlin whiskey
  I'm a walkin franchise and I wanna get paid
  Get dropped, mopped and stomped like a parade
  Persuasion, phase three of the invasion
  I gots to break loose cause I'm feelin caged in
  Loose in the jungle, blaze a botanical garden up
  Nowadays, niggaz ain't hard enough
  to bombard and bogart, spots like these
  Renegade revolutionary infantries
  I'll bet a thousand to one, you're never gonna make it
  You're never gonna get it, y'all can't fuck wit us
  Put it together, our squad 1999 Mod Squad
  Universal Soldiers, I thought I told ya
  
  Chorus
  [Roscoe]
  I'm a chart smasher, the youngest gangster rapper
  Spectacular, chrome thirty-eight packer
  Money stacker, t-shirt cakalaka
  Verbal predator, fake rap attacker
  Gotti jawbreaker, Roscoe the back cracker
  Money makin, we smart like computer hackers
  I came in this game with plans to get it maxed
  And my enemies, feel the wrath of my rapture
  No escapin without, instantaneous capture
  Don't be upset, when me and the homies jack ya
  Cause we straight jackin, if I say it's on it's crackin
  Young thugs, from Y.A., we make it happen
  Swearin y'all can see me but that's just like seein Elvis
  I grab to crick a back and crack a nigga 'cross the pelvis
  My rhymes is dangerous, hazardous to health
  I make a nigga murder twenty kids and cap his own self
  Who am I? The incorrigible lyrical miracle
  is horrible yet hysterical the way I'll embarass you
  See me on the streets, walk by and I just stare at you
  Tough talk, when there's bullets flyin through the air at you
  Test your chest nigga? One less nigga
  Me and Kurupt share two gats and one vest nigga
  We astronomical, phenomenal, magical, mathematical
  Taking your first-born as collateral!
  [Kurupt]
  I call, I call shots round here