I you, to understand something That when I up in this bitch I want the fans jumping I want the fists, pumping in the air, I look like a millionaire But I feel like a bucks, ladies won't ya fill your cups Shady's come to ya up, are you a D or a C cup? You could be a B, it's just me and D-R-E You'll be in the E.R., we are with so much TNT We may blow, no not even CPR from the Could you to resuscitate, you busters must be flustered, wait You can't cut the mustard, your problem, can't you bust a grape? {*chka-chk-chk*} What's my name? Shady and just crushed the game It's really not even to them, cause they pale in comparison So much they as well wear his skin Don't you wish you could just share his Cause shit's getting embarrassing The fog is and the air is thin Cause he won't even let them try to He makes it look so easy, you just hit the lottery
Now this'll be the of the song that they drop the needle on And hell, breaks, Try to restrain us you can't us, we're still gonna make a stink No what, we, do we go it seems we're looking for any excuse To just, cut, So this'll be the part of the song that they the needle on And hell, breaks,
This is when shit the fan, like it just splattered on Stan This is the only moment that matters, your homie rolling Mathers chaos erupts, Em's in back, Dre's in the front So do what we say at once, song's like a seance, it hums (It makes stay in a trance, no choice, they have to dance) It's like the playoffs, just making sure that we stay in the Take a day off for what? Man, you lay off the blunts You must be something You think I smoking nothing, stay off my nuts Now hit the flo' baby, time to away all the rust Shake all them cobwebs loose, loosen up with a bit of Grey Goose Yeah girl that caboose, I don't wanna see you try to make no excuse D-R-E is on the loose, a mongoose when it to the chronic use You know I can't to lose, me and my goons are like animals We come through a pack of wolves, and we came here to retract the roof man ain't that the truth, girl your man's back in the booth Definitely back up in this bitch, and this is when all breaks loose
Now this'll be the part of the song they drop the needle on And hell, breaks, Try to restrain us you can't contain us, we're gonna make a stink No what, we, do Everywhere we go it seems we're looking for any To just, cut, So this'll be the part of the song that drop the needle on And hell, breaks,
Now I you're feeling discouraged but homie just mark my words I'm mur-ur-during the flow, liquid I'm fin' to blow As soon as we hit the do' power head to toe I'm sure to push it as far as are meant to go We're in the indigo Winnebago with windows as we proceed to beat up the block wit yo' ho With speakers knocking it's 3 o'clock, me and Doc proceed to drop "E" and hop out the and knock on your do'
Yeah, so let us in 'fore we huff and puff and we We bluffing for nothing, we'll knock the stuffing out you Revenge is so sweet, move you injure your feet Yeah, move it or lose it freak, to the beat, lose yourself indubitably Pass up on that cute chick Right there be pretty damn stupid of me and raised in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, rules of the streets Them haters hating on me, but I refuse to any sleep Keep deuce-deuce in the seat, "Dre fell off", that's news to me
Now this'll be the part of the song that drop the needle on And hell, breaks, Try to restrain us you can't us, we're still gonna make a stink No what, we, do Everywhere we go it seems looking for any excuse To just, cut, So this'll be the part of the that they drop the needle on And hell, breaks,