I you, to understand something That when I come up in this bitch I want the fans I want the fists, in the air, I don't look like 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 You'll be in the E.R., we are strapped so much TNT We may blow, no not even CPR from the 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 It's not even fair to them, cause they pale in comparison So they might as well wear his skin you wish you could just share his pen? Cause this shit's embarrassing The fog is and the air is thin Cause he won't even let them try to He makes it look so easy, you just hit the lottery
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 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 drop the needle on And hell, breaks,
is when shit hits the fan, like it just splattered on Stan 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, this song's a seance, it hums (It makes them in a trance, no choice, they have to dance) It's like the playoffs, just making that we stay in the hunt a day off for what? Man, you better 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 all the rust Shake all them loose, loosen up with a little bit of Grey Goose Yeah girl shake that caboose, I don't wanna see you try to make no 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 pack of wolves, and we 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 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 Everywhere we go it 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,
Now I know you're feeling discouraged but just mark my words I'm mur-ur-during the flow, liquid I'm fin' to blow As soon as we hit the do' power head to toe I'm sure to push it as far as are meant to go We're in the indigo Winnebago with windows 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 huff and and we blow We ain't bluffing for nothing, we'll knock the out you Revenge is so sweet, 'til you injure your feet Yeah, move it or lose it freak, move to the beat, lose yourself Pass up on that little cute Right there that'll be pretty damn of me Born and raised in the C-P-T, Los Angeles, rules of the streets Them hating 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 restrain us you can't contain us, still gonna make a stink 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 song that they the needle on And hell, breaks,