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 don't like a millionaire But I feel like a million bucks, ladies won't ya fill cups Shady's come to fill ya up, are you a D or a C 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 must be flustered, wait You can't cut the mustard, what's problem, can't you bust 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 might as well wear his skin Don't you wish you just share his pen? Cause this shit's getting The fog is and the air is thin Cause he won't even let try to breathe He makes it look so easy, girl you just hit the
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 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 of the song that they drop the needle on And hell, breaks,
This is when shit hits the fan, like it just splattered on This is the only that matters, your homie rolling with Mathers Like chaos erupts, Em's in back, in the front So do what we say at once, song's like a seance, it hums (It makes them stay in a trance, no choice, they to dance) It's the playoffs, just making sure that we stay in the hunt Take a day off for Man, you better lay off the blunts You must be something You think I ain't 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 little bit of Grey Yeah girl shake that caboose, I don't wanna see you try to make no 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 pack of wolves, and we here to retract the roof Yeah man ain't 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 that 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 we're for any excuse To just, cut, So this'll be the part of the song that they the needle on And hell, breaks,
Now I know you're feeling discouraged but homie just my words 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 sure to push it as far as words are to go We're in the indigo Winnebago with tinted Ferocious as we to beat up the block wit yo' ho With knocking it's 3 o'clock, me and Doc then proceed to drop "E" and hop out the vehicle and knock on do'
Yeah, so let us in we huff and puff and we blow We bluffing for nothing, we'll knock the stuffing 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 little cute Right that'll be pretty damn stupid of me and raised in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, rules of the streets Them haters 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 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 the needle on And hell, breaks,