Stuart Littles Songtext / Lyric

Mind trip

Professionals

Professionals on the roll

Start acting like amateurs

Amateurs

They think they know what we doing ya feel me

So what we're gonna do is keep this thing professional

Yadiadamean

P-R-mothafuckin O Niggaz






This ain't no fairty tale of hansel and gretel

But more important cuddy

Fool it's the ghetto

Heavy metal pushin on the chevy petal

War in the street is the only way the beef is settled

Young monster, no guilty conscience

Hold a nigga hostage, empty out a cartridge

Scaredy niggas, do the fuckin ostrich

Hide ya head so a nigga can't pop it (blap)

You better watch it, see and be cautious

Act like an alien, we'll treat you like a martian

Ponderosa, 69 from santa rosa, no sir, we don't drink mimosa

Dre ain't know home boy, I'm benefited

Hop in the old school, lay low and dip a few

Baggage on both sides, T-Shirts and tennis shoes

Givin a nigga the blues, fight a fool win or lose

Never see me talkin to 5-o or givin clues

Read about me runnin from 5-o on the news

We tryina go cause 5-o is into fools

They beena fool

Boy you know what I'm finna do

See men on the DL is what I'm finna do

Hit the sto' fo' mo' OJ, Gin and Juice

It's 10 and 2 I'm on a mission like always

Tryina have my mail longer than hallways

Breakin every single one of my bitches they all pay

It's literally all day that these bitches would dre



[Rinnggggg]

[Ho:] Hello Dre?



[Dre:] Whaaat Bitch?



Ya'll niggaz tote heaters

My niggaz tote ovens

40 cal we pull about a dozen

I'll keep your cousin

Make em eat blood

I'm just a thug

From the country club

Nigga what? sex, money and murder

We ballaz touch more cheese than hamburgers (HAMBURGERS?)

I pack a squirter, extended clip

These blade ass niggas, they seem to trip

Stuart littles, with no viddles

Fuck with me, get sent to hospitals

I don't be playin

I get to sprayin

So before you pull a lick

Put some mac dre in