I want you, to something That when I come up in bitch I want the fans jumping I want the fists, pumping in the air, I don't look like a 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 so much TNT We may blow, no not even CPR the EMT's Could you to resuscitate, you busters must be flustered, wait You can't cut the mustard, your problem, can't you bust a grape? What's my name? Shady came and just crushed the game It's really not even fair to them, cause they pale in So much they might as wear his skin Don't you wish you could just his pen? Cause this shit's embarrassing The fog is thick and the air is Cause he even let them 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 of the song that they drop the needle on And hell, breaks,
is when shit hits the fan, like it just splattered on Stan This is the only moment that matters, your homie with Mathers Like chaos erupts, in back, Dre's in the front So do what we say at once, this song's like a seance, it (It makes stay in a trance, no choice, they have to dance) It's like the playoffs, making sure that we stay in the hunt Take a day off for what? Man, you better lay off the 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 Shake all them cobwebs loose, loosen up with a bit of Grey Goose Yeah girl shake that caboose, I wanna see you try to make no excuse D-R-E is on the loose, a mongoose 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 of wolves, and we came here to retract the roof Yeah man ain't that the truth, your man's back in the booth Definitely back up in bitch, and this is when all hell breaks loose
Now this'll be the part of the that they drop the needle on And hell, breaks, Try to us you can't contain 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 drop the 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 soon as we hit the do' power head to toe I'm sure to it as far as words are meant to go We're in the indigo Winnebago with windows Ferocious as we proceed to beat up the wit yo' ho With speakers knocking it's 3 o'clock, me and Doc then to drop "E" and hop out the and knock on your do'
Yeah, so let us in we huff and puff and we blow We ain't bluffing for nothing, knock the stuffing out you Revenge is so sweet, move 'til you injure your Yeah, move it or it freak, move to the beat, lose yourself indubitably up on that little cute chick Right that'll be pretty damn stupid of me Born and in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, rules of the streets Them 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 this'll be the part of the song 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 looking for any To just, cut, So this'll be the part of the song that drop the needle on And hell, breaks,