I want you, to understand That I come up in this bitch I want the fans jumping I want the fists, pumping in the air, I don't like a millionaire But I feel a million bucks, ladies won't ya fill your cups come to fill ya up, are you a D or a C cup? You could even be a B, just me and D-R-E be in the E.R., we are strapped with so much TNT We may blow, no not CPR from the EMT's Could you to resuscitate, you busters must be flustered, wait You can't cut the mustard, what's your problem, can't you a grape? {*chka-chk-chk*} What's my name? came and just crushed the game It's really not fair to them, cause they pale in comparison So much they might as well wear his you wish you could just share his pen? Cause shit's getting embarrassing The fog is and the air is thin he won't even let them try to breathe He it look so easy, girl you just hit the lottery
Now this'll be the part of the song that they the needle on And hell, breaks, Try to restrain us you can't contain us, we're still gonna make a No what, we, do we go it seems we're looking for any excuse To just, cut, So this'll be the of the song that they drop the needle on And hell, breaks,
This is when shit hits the fan, like it just on Stan This is the only moment that matters, your homie rolling Mathers Like chaos erupts, Em's in back, Dre's in the So do what we say at once, song's like a seance, it hums (It makes them stay in a trance, no choice, have 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 something You think I ain't smoking nothing, off my nuts Now hit the flo' baby, time to wipe away all the Shake all them cobwebs loose, loosen up a little 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 when it comes to the use You know I can't stand to lose, me and my goons are animals We come like a pack of wolves, and we came here to retract the roof Yeah man ain't that the truth, your man's back in the booth back up in this bitch, and this is when all hell breaks loose
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 make a stink No what, we, do Everywhere we go it seems we're looking for any 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 discouraged but just mark my words I'm mur-ur-during the flow, liquid courage I'm to blow As soon as we hit the do' surges head to toe I'm sure to 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 proceed to "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 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 indubitably Pass up on that little chick Right that'll be pretty damn stupid of me Born and raised in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, rules of the Them hating on me, but I refuse 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 they drop the on And hell, breaks, Try to us you can't 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 of the song that they drop the needle on And hell, breaks,