Straight Outta Pleasant Valley

Hey yo Doctor, here's another proper track
And it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real ♥♥♥♥ provoke
See you's a wannabe 'loc, and you'll get smoked and I hope
That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin' me
The same records that you makin' is payin' me
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Dre, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Snoop, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥' G's in
You're like a kid you found a pup and now you're dapper
But tell me where the ♥♥♥♥ you found an anorexic rapper
Talkin' bout who you gon' squabble with and who you shoot
You're only sixty pounds when you're wet and wearin' boots
(Damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day)
But Dre Day only meant Eazy's payday
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the G Thang
But on his old album cover he was a she-thang
So ♥♥♥♥♥ please, ♥♥♥♥♥ please, don't step to deez
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥' real G's

I never met a O.G. who never did ♥♥♥♥ wrong
You tried to diss the Eazy-E, so now, ♥♥♥♥♥, it's on
You and your Doggy Dogg think that y'all hoggin' ♥♥♥♥
Both of you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ can come and suck my Doggy ♥♥♥♥
Beatin' up a ♥♥♥♥♥ don't make you ♥♥♥♥, but then again
Some ♥♥♥♥♥♥ think it makes a man
Damn, it's a trip how a ♥♥♥♥♥ could switch so quick
From wearin' lipstick to smokin' on chronic at picnics
And now you think you're bigger
But to me you ain't nothin' but a ♥♥♥♥♥-ass ♥♥♥♥♥
That ain't worth a food stamp
And at Death Row, I hear you gettin' treated like boot camp
Gotta follow your sergeant's directions
Or get your ass pumped with the Smith & Wesson
Learn a lesson from the Eaze
Stay in your place and don't step to real muthaphuckkin' G's

Everyday it's a new rapper, claimin' to be dapper than the Dresta
Softer than a ♥♥♥♥♥ but portray the role of gangsta
Ain't broke a law in your life
Yet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knife
Just take a good look at the, ♥♥♥♥♥ and you'll capture
The fact that the bastard, is simply just an actor
Who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental
Of ♥♥♥♥♥♥ in Compton, Watts, and South Central
Never ever once have you ran with the turf
But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt
But tell me who's a witness, to your ♥♥♥♥♥♥' work
So you never had no bid'ness, so save the drama, jerk
♥♥♥♥♥♥ straight kill me, knowing that they pranksters
This is going out to you studio gangstas
See I did dirt, put in work, and many ♥♥♥♥♥♥ can vouch that
So since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about that
But ♥♥♥♥♥♥ like you, I gotta hate ya
Cause I'm just tired of suburbia ♥♥♥♥♥♥
Talking about they come from projects
Knowing you ain't seen the parts of the streets G
Think you started trying to bang around the time of the peace treaty
Wearing khakis and mob while you rhyme
Little ♥♥♥, tried to sag, but you're flooding at the same time
And your set don't accept ya
Scared to kick it with your homies cause you know they don't respect ya
So ♥♥♥♥♥ please, check nuts before ya step to these