Confused

Same old shit, gibberish
Why the fuck you wanna choke me?
I don't give no kisses, I have no wife
Buncha toddlers wanna sleep in my crib
Well, niggas, sorry, you're in bad luck
You're not welcome
Watermelon dripping from my head, it's a mess
Be the one who wants to fuck me
I already fucked a lot of people
Call the police
My brand new boots are on fire
Whoo, I wish I had a Twin Dre
I'm not happy by myself, uh
Why the thunder tryna scare me, ayy
Whoa, bitches, outta my face
We need the cops for
These real nigga lawbreakers

These motherfuckers are making
Me motherfucking confused
Ride my Gucci Toyota, get me in my crib
Nothing like a baby carriage
Stop acting like a bunny you ass

Call the mf cops, I've had enough
There a lotta trouble
Still tryna fuck these babes
They gotta stop crying, you know
(Dre, 50 Cent) with crying
And screaming babies sold out, bitch

These motherfuckers are making
Me motherfucking confused
Ride my Gucci Toyota, get me in my crib
Nothing like a baby carriage
Stop acting like a bunny you ass

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they
Got something to say
But nothing comes out when
They move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they
Forgot about Dre