I want you, to understand 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 be a B, it's just me and D-R-E You'll be in the E.R., we are with so much 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, what's your problem, can't you a grape? {*chka-chk-chk*} What's my name? Shady came and crushed the game really not even fair to them, cause they pale in comparison So much might as well wear his skin Don't you wish you could just share his Cause this shit's embarrassing The fog is and the air is thin Cause he won't even let try to breathe He makes it look so easy, girl you just hit the
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 Everywhere we go it seems looking for any excuse To just, cut, So be the part of the song that they drop 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, your rolling with Mathers Like chaos erupts, Em's in back, Dre's in the 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 the playoffs, just making sure that 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, off my nuts Now hit the baby, time to wipe away all the rust all them 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 to lose, me and my goons are like animals We come through like a pack of wolves, and we came here to retract the Yeah man ain't that the truth, girl your man's 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 they drop the needle on And hell, breaks,
Now I you're feeling discouraged but homie just mark my words I'm the flow, liquid courage I'm fin' to blow As soon as we hit the do' surges head to toe I'm sure to push it as far as words are to go We're in the Winnebago with tinted windows Ferocious as we to beat up the block wit yo' ho With speakers knocking it's 3 o'clock, me and Doc then proceed to "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, we'll knock the out you Revenge is so sweet, move 'til you your feet Yeah, move it or it freak, move to the beat, lose yourself indubitably Pass up on that cute chick Right there that'll be pretty stupid of me and raised in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, rules of the streets Them haters on me, but I refuse to lose any sleep that deuce-deuce in the seat, "Dre fell off", that's news to me
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 for any excuse To just, cut, So this'll be the part of the song that they drop the on And hell, breaks,