I want you, to something That I come up in this bitch I want the fans jumping I the fists, pumping in the air, I don't look like a millionaire But I feel like a million bucks, ladies won't ya your cups Shady's come to 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 from the Could help you to resuscitate, you busters be flustered, wait You can't cut the mustard, your problem, can't you bust a grape? {*chka-chk-chk*} What's my name? came and just crushed the game It's really not even to them, cause they pale in comparison So they might as well wear his skin Don't you wish you could just share his Cause shit's getting embarrassing The fog is and the air is thin Cause he won't even let them try to He makes it look so easy, girl you hit the lottery
Now this'll be the part of the song that they 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 that they drop the on And hell, breaks,
This is when hits the fan, like it just splattered on Stan is the only moment that matters, your homie rolling with Mathers Like erupts, Em's in back, Dre's in the front So do what we say at once, song's like a seance, it hums (It makes them stay in a trance, no choice, have to dance) It's like the playoffs, just making sure we stay in the hunt Take a day off for what? Man, you lay off the blunts You must be smoking You think I ain't smoking nothing, stay off my Now hit the baby, time to wipe away all the rust Shake all them loose, loosen up with a little bit of Grey Goose girl shake that caboose, I don't wanna see you try to make no excuse D-R-E is on the loose, a mongoose when it to the chronic 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 came to retract the roof Yeah man ain't that the truth, girl your man's in the booth back 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 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 you're discouraged but homie just mark my words I'm mur-ur-during the flow, liquid courage I'm to blow As soon as we hit the do' power surges to toe I'm sure to it as far as words are meant to go We're in the indigo Winnebago tinted windows Ferocious as we proceed to beat up the wit yo' ho With speakers knocking it's 3 o'clock, me and Doc proceed to drop "E" and hop out the and knock on your do'
Yeah, so let us in 'fore we huff and and we blow We ain't bluffing for nothing, 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 yourself Pass up on that little cute there 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 to lose any sleep Keep that deuce-deuce in the seat, "Dre off", that's news to me
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 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 drop the on And hell, breaks,