Big Ego's

[Intro] [Pilot] Los Angeles approach control This is Cessna 0281-Echo-119.3, over [Control] Cessna 81-Echo, accept approach control, roger, go ahead [Pilot] Cessna 81-Echo is over the Compton Airport, 52 at 5,000 Requesting ground controlled approach to Los Angeles Airport, over [Control] 81-Echo, Los Angeles approach control, roger Radar identification; turn right, heading 0-3-0 [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] I got mo' class than most of them, ran with the best of them Forgave the less of 'em and blazed at the rest of them What can I say? Cal-i-for-ni-a Where niggas die every day over some shit they say Disconnected from the streets forever As long as I got a Beretta, nigga, I'm down for whateva I roll with my shit off safety, for niggas that been hating me lately And the bitches that wanna break me If Cali blew up, I'd be in the Aftermath Bumping gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C., to D.P.G Started from that S.O.B., D.R.E Like Dub-C I'm rich rolling, pistol holding Pockets swole nigga, that's how I'm rolling Put the flame to the killer nigga Worldwide homicide mob figure in the building, for real I'm hitting switches, making bitches eat bitches See me grab my dick every time I pose for pictures I own acres, floor seats watching The Lakers I'm cool with eses who got AK's in cases [Hook] Dedicated to all of those with big ego's Never faking, we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the Heezos Niggas play this in their Rovers, Jeeps and Regals Dedicated to all of those with big ego's Never faking, we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the Heezos Bitches play this in their Benzes, Jeeps and Geos [Verse 2: Hittman] I`ll bust a Mr. Toughy, slash a Smoovy Doovy Crashin' Flex on Tuesdays, harassing hoes at movies Passing by with Uzis, like who you aiming at? That shady bitch and that bitch nigga that was claiming that Rat-a-tat-tat {*automatic gunfire and screaming, followed by tires peeling*} I don't sympathize for wack hoes and wimpy guys You gotta recognize Hittman is an enterprise Cali pride, Bronson rider South Central-ised The Henny got me energized, smoke the guys Tryna focus on mines, poke they eyes out, I'm L.A.'s loc'est Hope they don't have to find out the hard way Like snitch niggas in the pen that get hit when the guards look the other way We hitting hard - Hittman and Dre You playing games? I suggest you know the rules We putting guns to fools, make you run yo jewels Take yo honey and cruise to the Snooty & snooze, cop booze Pop coochie 'til the nut oozes, you shouldn't fuck with crews That's sick, The Aftermath is we rule shit I'm Big Hitt, don't confuse me with no other, bout to blow, motherfucker [Hook] [Outro] You look like AC Green, bitch don't call here anymore With feet like Ben Vereen's, bitch don't call here anymore No no, no no [Hittman] What up? It's Hittman I ain't at the crib right now So you can leave your name and number after the beep Unless it's Tammie's ugly ass - I ain't fucking with you