text: Aaaahhhhhhhhhh
  No rapper can rap quite like I can
  Ill take a musclebound man and put his face in the sand
  Not the last Mafioso Im a MC cop
  Make you say Go Justin, and do the wop
  Beats to the rhyme, the rhyme I just made
  Party at the jammie til lights the night fade
  Trooping for the feature we all get paid
  So lets go
  Im glad you called, but Im not home
  But Ill be back before too long
  You gotta speak your style, and your number too
  And this is all you got to do
  Wait for the beep
  You gotta leave your number, gotta leave your number
  Wait for the beep
  Kick it
  Wild thing
  Wild thing
  Now this is a story all about how
  My life got flipped, turned upside down
  And Id like to take a minute, just sit right there
  Ill tell you how I became a prince of a town called Bel-Air
  What a man, what a man, what a man
  What a mighty good man
  Whats your man got to do with me?
  I got a man
  Im not trying to hear that, see
  I love it when you call me Big Poppa
  Throw your hands in the air if yous a true playa
  Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
  Doggy Doggs definitely in the house
  Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
  Death Rows definitely in the house
  Just hit the east side of the LBC
  On a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G
  Seen a car full of girls, aint no need to tweak
  All you skirts know whats up with 2-1-3
  Straight Outta Compton, a crazy motha--
  (Hey hey hey, hold on a second
  Wait wait wait
  Youre straight outta Compton?)
  (Not straight
  Yeah yeah, Im Straight Outta Compton)
  
  NA-nananaNA
  NananaNA-nanaNA-nanaNA
  NananaNA
  Here comes the hotstepper 
  Im the lyrical gangster 
  Big up di crew ina di area 
  Still love you like that 
  Aint nobody dope as me; Im just so fresh, so clean
  Dont you think Im so sexy; Im just so fresh, so clean
  Dont this hit make my people wanna 
  Dont this hit make my people wanna 
  Dont this hit make my people wanna
  Jump, jump
  The Mac Dad will make you, jump, jump
  Daddy Mac will make you, jump, jump
  Kris Kross will make you jump, jump
  I wish I was a little bit taller
  I wish I was a baller
  I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her
  If youre having girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
  I got 99 problems, but a bitch aint one
  Hit me
  Move bitch, get out the way
  99 problems, but a bitch aint one
  Hit me
  Move bitch, get out the way
  I got 99 problems, but a-- but a--
  Started from the bottom, now were here
  Started from the bottom, now the whole team up in here
  Started from the bottom, now were here
  Started from the bottom, now the whole team up in here
  Pour up Head shot 
  Sit down Stand up 
  Pass out Wake up 
  Faded 
  Life we always do at this time
  I go for mine, I gots to shine
  Now throw your hands up in the sky
  I, gotta go for mine, I gots to shine
  Now throw your hands up in the sky
  Like this
  Now theres a backseat lover, thats always undercover
  And we talk til my daddy say
  It wasnt me, she was foolin, cause she knew what was she was doin
  When she told me how to walk this way
  Walk this way, talk this way
  Walk this way, talk this way
  Walk this way, talk this way
  Walk this way, talk this way