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 look like a 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, it's me and D-R-E You'll be in the E.R., we are strapped with so TNT We may blow, no not even CPR the EMT's Could help you to resuscitate, you busters must be flustered, You can't cut the mustard, what's your problem, can't you a grape? {*chka-chk-chk*} What's my name? Shady came and just crushed the really not even fair to them, cause they pale in comparison So much might as well wear his skin Don't you you could just share his pen? this shit's getting embarrassing The fog is and the air is thin Cause he won't even let them try to He it look so easy, girl 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 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 they 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, homie rolling with Mathers Like erupts, Em's in back, Dre's in the front So do what we say at once, this song's a seance, it hums (It makes them stay in a trance, no choice, they to dance) It's like the playoffs, just making sure that we in the hunt a day off for what? Man, you better lay off the blunts You must be smoking You think I ain't nothing, stay off my nuts Now hit the flo' baby, time to wipe all the rust all them cobwebs loose, loosen up with a little bit of Grey Goose Yeah girl that caboose, I don't wanna see you try to make no excuse D-R-E is on the loose, a mongoose it comes to the chronic use You I can't stand to lose, me and my goons are like animals We come through 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 back up in this bitch, and this is when all hell breaks
Now this'll be the part of the song that 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 of the song that 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, courage I'm fin' to blow As soon as we hit the do' power surges to toe I'm sure to push it as far as are meant to go We're in the indigo Winnebago with tinted Ferocious as we proceed to up the block wit yo' ho speakers 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 'fore we 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 lose it freak, move to the beat, lose indubitably Pass up on that little cute Right that'll be pretty damn stupid of me Born and raised in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, of the streets Them haters hating on me, but I refuse to any sleep that deuce-deuce in the seat, "Dre fell off", that's news to me
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 looking for any To just, cut, So this'll be the part of the song that they the needle on And hell, breaks,