I want you, to something when I come 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 like a million bucks, ladies won't ya fill your 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 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, 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 they might as well wear his skin Don't you you could just share his pen? Cause this getting embarrassing The fog is and the air is thin Cause he won't even let try to breathe He makes it 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 can't contain us, we're 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 that they drop the needle on And hell, breaks,
This is when shit hits the fan, like it splattered on Stan This is the only moment that matters, your homie rolling with 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 stay in a trance, no choice, they to dance) It's like the playoffs, just making sure we stay in the hunt Take a day off for what? Man, you better lay off the You must be smoking You think I smoking nothing, stay off my nuts Now hit the baby, time to wipe away all the rust Shake all them cobwebs loose, up with 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 I can't stand 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 that the truth, girl your man's back in the booth Definitely back up in this bitch, and this is when all hell loose
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 looking for any 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 but homie just mark my words I'm the flow, liquid courage I'm fin' to blow 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 as we proceed to beat up the block wit yo' ho With speakers knocking 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 ain't for nothing, we'll knock 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 up on that little cute chick Right there 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 be the part 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 we go it seems we're looking for any excuse To just, cut, So this'll be the part of the song they drop the needle on And hell, breaks,