Back in the kitchen Intuition Sophisticated Crippin' This shit different Still, top billin', the Dog is chillin' What more can I say? I made a livin' Big dippin', we ain't set trippin' This is how they turn superheroes into villains Big dippin', we ain't set trippin' This is how they turn superheroes into villains From the depths of the seas, back to the block I'm the Kobe and LeBron, you know who called the shots Like I thought I wanna see my niggas get rich, we all we got Dogg Pound, still with the clique, that means a lot Stray bullets bounce off the wall, that's how we rock Respect to MJ, but my shooter's the King of Pop I remember times Warren G told me it was mine Got Nate Dogg catalog in the pipeline Open doors for my peers, let they light shine I made a few millionaires in my lifetime California mind state, blowin' Dr. Bombay Bad bitches, palm trees, stay up on my entrée You know we push it to the max any time of day Put L.A. on my back, had to find a way While these young niggas runnin' up the crime rate I was controversial on the West before Kanye 420 vision, Daytona spinnin' Now everybody got an opinion on how I'm livin' Lord willin' Pull off in his sixth trait, decapitate the ceilin' Fuck Ozempic, nigga, we the biggest in the city Botox on the drop, got us sittin' pretty 'Bout to touch a billy, keep a circle full of winners You know them Andre Youngs and them Percy Millers Two of the biggest ever, took your shit to the top Only one regret: I never got to say goodbye to Pop Damn That hurt my heart, you can love me or not I'm from the bottom just like you, we all we got I'm on a mission Intuition Sophisticated Crippin' This shit different Still, top billin', the Dog is chillin' What more can I say? I made a livin' Big dippin', we ain't set trippin' This is how they turn superheroes into villains I'm used to the lows, I'm used to the highs I'm used to the lies, Gloria Gaynor, nigga, I will survive Found a way to monetize what I do for my guys Put felons on the payroll that couldn't get jobs On that bullshit aside, I'm true to the tribe So hop in the ride, roll to the riches, I'm just checkin' my ties You see the fruits of my labor, look at what I became End up in grave danger, throwin' dirt on my name, shit I can't complain, that just come with the fame That's how we do it, got Martha Stewart wearing my chain Boss lady right next to me, y'all know the recipe Find yourself a Queen Bee and run after your destiny Legacy, keep that whistle closer than a referee Thirty years plus and they still ain't got the best of me You know my specialty I pay it forward Yessir 2025, Death Row Records Iz It A Crime? Yeah Stay with me now