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