I you, to understand something when I come up in this bitch I want the fans jumping I want the fists, pumping in the air, I don't look a millionaire But I feel like a million bucks, won't ya fill your cups Shady's come to ya up, are you a D or a C cup? You could even be a B, just me and D-R-E You'll be in the E.R., we are strapped with so TNT We may blow, no not CPR from the EMT's Could help you to resuscitate, you busters be flustered, wait You can't cut the mustard, what's your problem, you bust a grape? {*chka-chk-chk*} What's my name? Shady came and crushed the game It's not even fair to them, cause they pale in comparison So much they might as wear his skin Don't you wish you just share his pen? Cause shit's getting embarrassing The fog is thick and the air is Cause he won't even let try to breathe 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 contain us, we're still gonna 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,
This is shit hits the fan, like it just splattered on Stan This is the moment that matters, your homie rolling with Mathers Like erupts, Em's in back, Dre's in the front So do what we say at once, this 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 in the hunt Take a day off for Man, you better lay off the blunts You be smoking 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 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 mongoose when it comes to the use You know I can't stand to lose, me and my 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 your back in the booth Definitely back up in this bitch, and this is when all hell breaks
Now this'll be the part of the that they 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 seems we're for any excuse To just, cut, So this'll be the part of the song they drop the needle on And hell, breaks,
Now I know you're feeling discouraged but homie just mark my I'm mur-ur-during the flow, liquid courage I'm fin' to As as we hit the do' power surges head to toe I'm to push it as far as words are meant to go We're in the Winnebago with tinted windows Ferocious as we to beat up the block wit yo' ho With speakers knocking it's 3 o'clock, me and Doc then to drop "E" and hop out the vehicle and on your do'
Yeah, so let us in 'fore we huff and puff and we We ain't bluffing for nothing, we'll knock the out you Revenge is so sweet, move 'til you injure feet Yeah, move it or it freak, move to the beat, lose yourself indubitably Pass up on that cute chick Right there be pretty damn stupid of me Born and raised in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, rules of the haters hating on me, but I refuse to lose any sleep Keep that deuce-deuce in the seat, "Dre fell off", that's to me
Now be the part of the song 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 looking for any excuse To just, cut, So this'll be the part of the song they drop the needle on And hell, breaks,