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 look a millionaire But I feel like a million bucks, ladies won't ya fill cups Shady's to fill ya up, are you a D or a C cup? You could even be a B, it's 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 help you to resuscitate, you must be flustered, wait You cut the mustard, what's your problem, can't you bust a grape? {*chka-chk-chk*} What's my Shady 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 Don't you wish you just share his pen? Cause shit's getting embarrassing The fog is thick and the air is Cause he even let them try to breathe He makes it look so easy, girl you just hit the
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, we're still gonna make a 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 that they drop the needle on And hell, breaks,
This is when shit hits the fan, it just splattered 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, this song's like a seance, it (It makes them 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 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 loose, loosen up with a little bit of Grey Goose Yeah shake that caboose, I don't wanna see you try to make no excuse is on the loose, a mongoose when it comes to the chronic use You know I can't stand to lose, me and my goons are like We come like a pack of wolves, and we came here to retract the roof Yeah man ain't that the truth, girl your man's back in the Definitely up in this bitch, and this is when all hell breaks loose
Now this'll be the part of the song that they drop the on And hell, breaks, Try to restrain us you can't contain us, we're still gonna make a 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 discouraged but homie just mark 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 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 proceed to "E" and hop out the and knock on your 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 you injure your feet Yeah, move it or lose it freak, move to the beat, lose indubitably Pass up on that little chick Right there that'll be 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 that deuce-deuce in the seat, "Dre fell off", that's news to me
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, 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,