I want you, to something That when I come up in this bitch I the fans jumping I want the fists, pumping in the air, I look like a millionaire But I feel like a million bucks, ladies won't ya fill cups come to fill ya up, are you a D or a C cup? You could even be a B, it's just me and You'll be in the E.R., we are with so much TNT We may blow, no not even CPR from the Could you to resuscitate, you busters must be flustered, wait You can't cut the mustard, what's your problem, can't you bust a {*chka-chk-chk*} What's my name? Shady came and crushed the game It's really not even to them, cause they pale in comparison So much they might as wear his skin Don't you wish you just share his pen? Cause this shit's embarrassing The fog is thick and the air is Cause he won't even let them try to He makes it so easy, girl 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 still gonna 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 they drop the needle on And hell, breaks,
This is shit hits the fan, like it just splattered on Stan This is the only moment that matters, 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, making sure that we stay in the hunt Take a day off for what? Man, you better lay off the You be smoking something You think I ain't smoking nothing, off my nuts Now hit the flo' baby, time to wipe away all the Shake all cobwebs loose, loosen up with a little bit of Grey Goose Yeah girl shake that caboose, I don't wanna see you try to no excuse D-R-E is on the loose, a when it comes to the chronic use You know I can't stand to lose, me and my are like animals We come through like a pack of wolves, and we came here to the roof Yeah man ain't that the truth, girl 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 that 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 Everywhere we go it seems we're looking for any To just, cut, So this'll be the part of the song they drop the needle on And hell, breaks,
Now I know feeling discouraged but homie just mark my words I'm mur-ur-during the flow, liquid courage I'm fin' to As soon as we hit the do' power head to toe I'm sure to push it as far as words are to go We're in the indigo Winnebago with tinted 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 on your do'
Yeah, so let us in 'fore we huff and and we blow We ain't 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 up on that little cute chick Right there that'll be pretty stupid of me Born and in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, rules of the streets Them haters hating on me, but I refuse to any sleep Keep that 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 can't contain us, we're still 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 that they drop the needle on And hell, breaks,