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| | Dr.Dre Lyrics | |
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Autori | Mesazh |
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Casttro V.I.P
Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:28 pm | |
| "Let Me Ride"
[Verse One:]
Creepin' down the back street on Deez I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine ya wanna make noise, make noise I make a phone call my niggaz comin' like the Gotti boys bodies bein' found on Greenleaf with their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker i'm Dre so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches Got the hollow points for the snitches So would you just walk on by, cuz I'm too hard to lift and no this ain't Aerosmith It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the CPT on a ryhmin' spree, a straight G Hop back as i pop my top ya trip I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP yeah, cuz if it don't stop I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo') with all the niggaz sayin
[Chorus:]
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride with all the niggaz sayin Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
[Verse Two:]
just another motherfuckin day for Dre so I begin like this No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just that gangster glare, with gangster raps that gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh word to the motherfuckin streets and word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I hit ya with that I, get ya with as I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on but before I hit the dope spot I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers on my dick, cause my four on hit pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit So when I crawl I comes correct Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga Now let the Chevrolet slide As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah (Rollin in my six-fo') with all the bitches sayin
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
Check this out The sun went down when I hit Slausson on my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin Checkin my rearview, cause niggaz they will do jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools Try to set me up for a two-eleven Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven but I don't represent no gangbang Some niggaz like lynchin but I just watch them hang so on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my stroll on Didn't nobody wanna speak; now everybody peepin out they windows when they hear me beatin up the streets Is it Dre? Is it Dre? That's what they say, every single motherfuckin day, yo But I ain't trippin I'm just kickin it While my deez keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin I'll be (Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody sayin | |
| | | Casttro V.I.P
Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:29 pm | |
| "The Day The Niggaz Took Over" (feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg, RBX, Dat Nigga Daz)
[Intro: guy talking]
I'ma say this and I'ma gettin mine. If you ain't down for the Africans here in the United States, period point blank. If you ain't down for the ones that suffer in South Africa from apartheid and shit. Devil you need to step your punk ass to the side and let us brothers and us Africans step in and start puttin some funk in that ass
[Hook:]
Break em off sometin [8x]
[Chorus: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why But livin in the city it's do-or-die [repeat]
[Verse One: Dat Nigga Daz]
They wonder where me bailin and don't really understand The reason why they take me life and me ???? hand Me not out for peace and me not Rodney King Me gun goes click, me gun goes bang Them riot in Compton and them riot in Long Beach Them rion in they Lakers and don't really wanna see niggaz start to loot and police start to shoot Lock it down at seven o'clock, then again it's like Beirut Me don't show no love cuz it's us against them Them never ever love me cuz it's sport to break de, and kill at my own risk if I may Delay to spray with my AK and put it to rest
[Interlude: news report]
Yes we have. There have been riots, ahh, rioting, well I don't wanna say rioting but there's been looting downtown, but right now Bree, what I want to show you is, they have started fires down at the end of the street
[Bridge:]
[All] How many niggaz are ready to lose? [Snoop] Yeah, so what you wanna do? [Dre] What you wanna do? [All] I said how many niggas are ready to lose [RBX] Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9
[Interlude: guy talking]
Nobody told us today, in otherwords, You're still a slave. No matter how much money you got, you still ain't shit
[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]
Sittin in my livin room calm and collected Feelin mad, gotta get mine respected cuz what I just heard broke me in half and half the niggaz I know, plus the niggaz on the Row, is bailin Laugh now but cry much later Ya see when niggas get together they get mad cuz they can't fade us Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles They find that they couldn't handle us Bloods, Crips on the same squad with the Ese's thumpin, nigga it's time ta rob and mob (And break the white man off somthin lovely, biddy-bye-bye I don't love dem so they can't love me) Yo straight puttin down gettin my scoot on Let's jump in off in Compton so I gots ta get my loot on and come up on me some furniture or sometin Got a VCR in the back of my car that I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet And motherfuckers better not try to stop me Cuz they will see that I can't be stopped Cuz I'ma cock my Glock and pop til they all drop
[Interlude: news report]
There has been videotape and you can see of the, aah, some of the crowd throwin things at the officers And swingin at them as well. Like there was a young woman there. You see she took a swing at an officer with some object in her hand
[Bridge:]
[All] How many niggaz are ready to lose? [Snoop] Yeah, so what you wanna do? [Dre] What you wanna do? [All] I said how many niggas are ready to lose [RBX] Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9
[Chorus: RBX]
I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why But livin in the city it's do-or-die [repeat]
[Verse Three: RBX]
One-time trigger happy, no nigga love 187 time, time to grab the glove Can't get prints so a 9 I throw away or get prints so my Uzi witta spray POP POP POP another motherfucker drop And I get relived like *?Bop Bop says?* smash, I crashed his head like a window I ain't no dead do', I'm high off the indo Creepin with the quickness to the cut Bust one to his head while he munches on that donut And cracker so now he best to back up I guess I gots ta pack up, fillin the clip up, I zip up- town, the motherfuckin cops are all around Helicopters flyin These motherfuckers tryin to catch me and stretch me on Death Row but hell no's the poor black refuse to go
[Interlude: news report]
This is now coverin a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where these fires have been, aah, ignited. I mean, from here to the, aah, to the south end of South Central is a long way
[Hook:]
Break em off sometin [8x]
[Verse Four: Dat Nigga Daz]
The outcome of this is destruction so the more fall Niggaz don't give a fuck so tem bust and before niggaz backin up three black shows No justice so they copied ya right and here I am again, me, turn the other cheek, me Be too many wigs got me 9 to my tights so me bust, flick cuz he don't give a fuck and me don't give a fuckin of my problems In with their FUCK FUCK
[Outro: Snoop Doogy Dogg]
Blak blam, blam to dem fall Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye Dr Dre him bust gun shots Diggity Daz and RBX them bust gun shots Come again! [b] | |
| | | Casttro V.I.P
Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:30 pm | |
| [list][*]Snoop Doggy Dogg] One, two, three and to the fo' Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do' Ready to make an entrance, so back on up ('Cause you know about to rip shit up) Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble Ain't nuthin' but a "G" thang, baaaaabay! Two loc'ed out niggas so we're craaaaazay! Death Row is the label that paaaaays me! Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah) But uh, back to the lecture at hand Perfection is perfected, so I'ma let 'em understand from a young G's perspective And before me dig out a bitch I have ta' find a contraceptive You never know she could be earnin' her man and learnin' her man - and at the same time burnin' her man Now you know I ain't with that shit, Lieutenant Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it (Yeah) And that's realer than Real-Deal Holyfield And now you hooka's and ho's know how I feel Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff
[Dr. Dre and Snoop] It's like this and like that and like this and uh It's like that and like this and like that and uh It's like this and like that and like this and uh [S] Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom
[Dr. Dre] Well I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creep-in But I damn near got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beepin' Now it's time for me to make my impression felt So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt You never been on a ride like this befo' with a producer who can rap and control the maestro At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick You know, and I know, I flow some ol' funky shit to add to my collection, the selection symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke If you do, you'll have no clue on what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do
[Dr. Dre and Snoop] It's like this and like that and like this and uh, It's like that and like this and like that and uh, It's like this... [D] And who gives a fuck about hoes? [S] So just chill, til the next episode...
{*funky sample break*}
[Snoop Doggy Dogg] Fallin' back on that ass, with a hellified gangsta lean Gettin' funky on the mic like a ol' batcha' collard greens It's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P D O double-G Y, D O double-G, ya see Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite Yeah, and it don't quit I think they in the mood for some muthafuckin' G shit (Hell yeah) So Dre... (Whattup Dogg?) Gotta give 'em what they want (What's that, G?) We gotta break 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah) And it's gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!)
[Dr. Dre] It's where it takes place - so when asked, yo' attention Mobbin' like a muh'fucka, but I ain't lynchin' Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucka niggas mumble When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked My muthafuckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my back Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin' But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin' And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack down And if yo bitches talk shit, I'll have to put the smack down Yeah, and you don't stop I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock But I'm never off, always on, to the break of dawn C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach Puttin' the shit together Like my nigga D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"
[Dr. Dre and Snoop] Like this, that and this and uh It's like that and like this and like that and uh, It's like this [D] And who gives a fuck about hoes? [S] So just chill, 'til the next episode... | |
| | | Casttro V.I.P
Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:31 pm | |
| "Deeez Nuuuts" (feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dat Nigga Daz)
[Hook: Dre, Daz & Snoop]
[Daz] Chiggie check [Dre] Microphone check one [Daz] Chiggie check [Dre] Microphone check two [Daz] Chiggie check [Dre] Microphone check three [Snoop] Check game from the notorious Compton G
[Dr. Dre] Back with some shit that gots to bump As a pull up in the park you pops the trunk Just to floss you like a motherfuker, clownin' their shit Gots the Dana's on your hootie and your fly ass bitch Throw off, go off, show off, I take that hoe If she proper, I'ma pop her the hole hopper It's back on the track With big money, big nuts, and a big fat chronic sack
[Snoop Doggy Dogg] So Daz, step up on the ass And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past
[Dat Nigga Daz] Diggidy Daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass Startin' static with Dre, make way for the AK That I bring as I slang like cavy Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy Had he not known about the city I'm from Long Beach, tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back Here I come, stompin' in my kakhi suit BG from the hood can fuck Eastwood God damn, I ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling
[Snoop Doggy Dogg] But did you raise up all this nuts? Cause Dr. Drizzay's about to rizzip shit up
[Hook: Dre, Daz & Snoop]
[Daz] Chiggie check [Dre] Microphone check one [Daz] Chiggie check [Dre] Microphone check two [Daz] Chiggie check [Dre] Microphone check three [Snoop] You tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E
[Dr. Dre] Now check me out, it's back to the old school Where the niggaz get their strap on, don't nobody cap on Slap on some D-R-E Or some funky ass shit by the D-O-double G-Y D-O-double G Real G'z who drop K's, protect these N-U-T, so nigga please Peep out my manuscript You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit (Beeyatch!!) So recognize game from the gangsta Thangs will remain the same until I change 'em
[Snoop Doggy Dogg] It's real easy to see So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double G
[Nate Dogg] I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street I heard you wanna fuck with Dre You picked the wrong, motherfuckin day Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row I heard you wanna fuck with Dre You picked the wrong, motherfuckin day Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street | |
| | | Casttro V.I.P
Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:32 pm | |
| "Bitches Ain't Shit" (feat. Snoop Dogg, Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt, Jewel)
[Snoop] Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks...
[Chorus: Snoop (2X)]
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick Get's the fuck out after you're done And I hops in my ride to make a quick run...
[Dr. Dre] I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night Tight than a mutharfucka with the gangsta beats And we was ballin' on the muthafuckin' Compton streets Peep, the shit got deep and it was on Number 1 song after number 1 song Long as my muthafuckin' pockets was fat I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or 2 And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin' Now she's suing cuz the shit she be doin' ain't shit Bitch can't hang with the streets, she found herself short So now she's takin' me to court It's real conversation for your ass So recognize and pass to Daz
[Dat Nigga Daz] Now as i'm rollin' with my nigga Dre and Eastwood Fuckin' hoes, clockin' dough up to no good We flip flop and serve hoes like flap jacks (Snoop: But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow Ya run up in them hoes and grab the cash And get your dash on While you're chillin', with your homies and shit And how my niggaz kick the anthem like this
[Snoop] BEEEYYAAACHHH!
(Chorus)
[Kurupt] ...To the store, to get me a 4-0 Snoop Doggy Dogg paged, that must mean more hoes So I head down the street to long beach Just so i could meet, a freak To lick me from my head to my feet And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up Bitches on my nuts like clothes But i'm from the pound and we don't love them hoes How could you trust a hoe? [Snoop:] Why? [echoed 3X] Cuz a hoe's a trick We don't love them tricks [Snoop:] Why? [echoed 3X] Cuz a trick's a bitch And my dick's constantly in her mouth And turnin' them trick ass hoes the fuck out Now...
[Snoop Doggy Dogg] I once had a bitch named Mandy May Used to be up in them guts like everyday The pussy was the bomb, had a nigga on sprung I was in love like a muthafucka lickin' the protung The homies used to tell me that she wasn't no good But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood So I figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine Guess what? Got gaffled by one time I'm back to the muthafuckin' county jail 6 months on my chest, now it's time to bail I get's released on a hot sunny day My nigga D.O.C. and my homey Dr Dre Scooped in a coupe, Snoop we got news Your girl was trickin' while you was draped in your county blues I ain't been out a second And already gotta do some muthafuckin chin checkin Move up the block as we groove down the block See my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock Kick in the do', I look on the flo' It's my little cousin Daz and he's fuckin' my hoe, yo (Bitches ain't shit) I uncocked my shit...I'm heart-broke but I'm still loc'ed Man, fuck a bitch!
[Chorus]
[Jewell] (Dr. Dre in background "Bitches ain't shit") I don't give a fuck about a bitch But i and her know that they can't fade this Cause i'm doin my own thingdown with the swang I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thing I say you know can't deal Cuz I'm a btich that's real Motherfucker need to step back, hell yeah They need to chill Because I don't give a fuck And I don't give a fuck [x3]
And now I gotta do some... And now I gotta do some shit that's clean But when I'm on a dick, hell yeah, I get real mean Like a washing machine I can wash the clothes All the hoes knows That i'm on the flo' ho But they can't hang with my type on swang I ain't tryin' to say I suck every ding-a-lang But just the juicy ones Witht he tip of the tongue And then their sprung With the nuts hung [Dr. Dre:] Bitches ain't shit | |
| | | Casttro V.I.P
Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:33 pm | |
| "Lil' Ghetto Boy" (feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg, Dat Nigga Daz)
[Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Wake up, jumped out my bed Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2 Dead Murder was the case that they gave me Dear God, I wonder can you save me I'm only 18, so I'm a young buck It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck But that's the life of a G, I guess Ese's way deep, shanked two in they chest Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs Getting a rep as a young hog It ain't nuttin like the street life Betta be strapped wit yo clip, cuz ain't no fist fight So I guess I gots ta handle mine Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time
[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz]
Lil' ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto streets What'cha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility
[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]
Now, I'm 'trolling the dove, sitting on swoll 27 years old, off on parole, stroll I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the money That I'm making as soon as I touch the street Things done changed but it's alright Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right But it ain't no thing to me 'Cause now I'm what they call a loced-assed O.G. The little homies from the hood wit grip Are the ones I get wit 'cause I'm down respect trip Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what'cha wanna do Didn't know we had a 22 Straight sitting behind his back I'm grab his pockets and then I heard six caps I fell to the ground wit blood on my hands I didn't understand How a nigga so young could bust a cap I use to be the same way back I guess that's what I get (for what) For trying to jack them little homies for they bread
[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz]
Lil' ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto streets What'cha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility
[Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Something for the real OG's to get wit Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run and play Like every single day, really doe You know me, I'm the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie No need to be uncalm if you pack right And learning just enuff to keep your sack right Late nights, I wonder what they getting fo' Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo' Seven young G's but they serve down In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now Not thinking about what's really going on Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts around me But now I'm back at the pound And we expose ways for the youth to survive Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right So make all them ends you can make 'Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out So ain't no need for your mama to trip 'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip
[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz]
Lil' ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto streets What'cha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility | |
| | | Casttro V.I.P
Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:34 pm | |
| "Nigga Witta Gun"
[Chorus:]
Who is the man with the masterplan? A Nigga Witta motherfucking Gun!
[Dr. Dre] 44 reasons come to mind Why you motherfucking brothers hard to find. He be walkin' on the streets and fuckin' with mine. Stupid punk can't fuck with a mastermind. See I never take a step on a Compton block Or LA without the AK ready to pop. 'Cause them punk motherfuckers in black and white Ain't the only motherfuckers I got to fight. I think it's better to retellin' the facts than cuffed up And jacked and fucked up. What you niggas looking at? You do in... Goddamn, 'cause it's the city. And for a youth to survive a nigga gotta be a gangster. And I'm a nigga you can't remove. Took out a lot of motherfuckers for tryin' to prove To their homies they can hang by dealin' with me. But once again in the end they D-E-A-D. I never did time on a murder yet. 'Cause I relax and back do a job and jet. Yo, I know you understand my flow, So here we go when Death Row Come. Let a motherfucker know...
[Chorus: 2x]
[Dr. Dre] D-R-E! A motherfucker who's known for carryin' gats And kick raps that make snaps. Adapts to anything violent that I'm located at. If you see me on the solo moves believe that I'm strapped. 44, .38 or AK 47. 'Cause Mo' live with Charlie Sheen. You want a stairway to heaven? Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back And lay a punk motherfucker flat. As he wonder what popped before he got popped, I told you I was Dre and you know it don't stop. Now I know you understand my flow, So here we go when Death Row Come. Let a motherfucker know...
[Chorus: 4x]
[Dr. Dre] I break some off. I break some off. Yeah, I break some off. I break some off. Yeah, I break some off. But I ain't speakin' about between the thighs. I'm talkin' about cockin' a guage in between your eyes. That'll make you drop to your knees, 'cause you realise That a gat will make any nigga civilised. Old buster ass nigga talkin' bullshit. Don't know that I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with. Get lit or hit up by the doctor. A nigga to break some off properly. Real G. So don't doubt it. I'm the one who's doin' it While these other niggas talk about it. And if motherfuckers come at me wrong I straight put my 44 Desert Eagle to his motherfucking dome. And show him why they call me the notorious one. The name is Dre, Eastwood when I'm packin' a gun. You don't believe me, wanna step up and give it a try. And if you die you's a buster 'cause real niggas don't die. But some still don't hear me though. You're too ninny not to hear me nigga, yo. So now you know... | |
| | | Casttro V.I.P
Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:35 pm | |
| "Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat" (feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg, RBX)
[Intro: guy talking]
You really don't understand do you? Hey man, don't you know In order for us to make this thing work We gotta get rid of the pimps, and the pushers, and then start All over agian clean
NIGGAZ you crazy!
[RBX] Once again The mighty Death Row organization commitin' mass murder And we ain't askin for shit, nigga we takin' It, so Dre, BLAST they ass nigga
[Dr. Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat late at night with my gat On the streets of LA Wonderin' where the pussy at Staright for ya, looking for a hoe Hangin' out, rollin in my '64 16 swicthes for the niggaz in my hood 17 shells so I make it understood Stay back, lay back, way back in the cut Ya come outside nigga ya gettin' fucked up But I told ya, Creep, Creep ya best move Like Luthor Vadros, fuckn' up the west coast I'm right back up in ya when ya nut 1-2-3 nut, from the D-R-E but This is for the hoes that I used to know When I didn't have my '64 and a lot of doe I keep ya this and like that And I...
[Chorus:]
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Interlude: some guys talkin']
Ohh wait, that's that nigga that owe ya that grip Ya,there that fool is Break him off proper then What's up, what's happinin'? I'm the man, what's up? Nigga you delinquent, can I get those in? Nigga, pay this nigga here (I ain't got yo money) Well, yo, check this out, nigga What's up *slaps around some guy that owes them money* What's up? What's up? Ya motherfucker (I'll be back though, I'll be back) Ya, you ain't never comin' back, fool
[Chorus:]
[Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Yeah nigga [both] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Dr. Dre] Creepin and peepin' and I can get with these The chronic, slangin' fat keys from my block And it don't stop Tell me where ya wanna go To the strip Or take a trip bawlin' with the row My shit off in ya system Indo smoke in ya lungs, like that And you can lift it, on, and a fist a bomb Takin' away like hell at Veitnam California, back in and on a mission, makin a point Ain't no fuckin' competition they wish they was a runnin' up in reality C-P-T, CAL my locality It's strage how I re-arange and change the buisness By droppin' shit like this Dope, ya can't cope with the real I peal, in the penatentaries, and when I kill it goes...
[Chorus:]
[both] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I... [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [both] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr. Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr. Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
[Snoop Doggy Dogg] Straight up, now you niggaz know where my homey's comin' from so quit the chit-chat, before ya find yourself flat on your biz-out, fool it's 9-deuce, Dr. Drizzay, is sittin on Tizzart! It don't stop treartin' buster's like a punk ass kizzart! BEEEYYACHH! | |
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Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:36 pm | |
| "Lyrical Gangbang" (feat. Lady Of Rage, Kurupt, RBX)
[Intro:]
This should be played at high volume Preferably in a residential area
[Lady Of Rage] Now I'ma kick up dust As I begin to bust On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you can't trust When I pick up I lick up, ya face get smacked up when I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up Or get slapped with the swiftness If you think you're swift then forget Merry Christmas Now stuff that in your stocking I'm knockin em out the box 'n' Knockin em out their sock 'n' Cuz Robin is rockin Breakin em down to the slab Takin em down on their ass Now what you wanna do? Ya wanna battle, huh? See ya watch and creak without a motherfuckin paddle Rattle that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane We're on you like a border, you're nothin more than a crane Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to that other level You think you got pull then pull it, uhh! I got the trigger so I figure you'll bite the bullet Then bite the dust and wipe the fuck Do what I must and what I must is bust The bubble or choose some trouble, forty-due's So stick to my Luger, Lady of Rage is comin thru
[Dre] - (Some cool shit, some cool shit)
[Kurupt] I fears no one, I makes em cool off like a ploar cap Lynchin as I hits, misses the ?rollin back? Pushin packs to make a profit Diggy dope stuck on the topic so stop and gimme my pops, kid I'm livin large like a fat bitch So get back, bitch, I'm hard to broke art so the faggots This young black kid, I'm mercenary, merciless Murderin mega some niggas so who's first to diss They say I'm bad so you'll find none worst than this Chewin motherfuckers up like a Hershey Kiss Put to sleep, rippin the lyrics I'm leavin ??? ??? Rough wind flex too complex, wrecks, then I'm peace So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggas Ya quick ta talk shit I whip your ass nigga So watch me blast, nigga, cuz I'm the last nigga ya wanna fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga I make stagger, ob' skills and jimmy ragged Home in and drag her, sit wit ya girl and watch me tag her Pullin steel like a stunt Sold like an ID card, nigga, no needs ta front, so here to torment up a track on crack and I'm strapped witta semi-toll milli-ten Mac Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off cheap Deadly as Jason on Friday The 13th
[RBX] Back in the days, niggas they use to scrap but now in ninety-due', niggas they pull they strap Cuz, umm, police dem come wicked and dem shoot Niggas, so niggas retaliate and start to loot Execute, boom, stompin black soldier Here ta teach and mould ya The ennerator, dominator, narrator RB to the motherfuckin X Flex wicked styl-e, bompin be found into greed by a Maniac with a gat See nowadays niggas is like that I pull my trigger back, the bullets go BOP BOP BOP now I'm on Death Row Fuck it, niggas goin wild, everynight they shoot It's like Beirut Maybe you should get a teflon vest for your chest Anytime ya step into my hood But that'll do you know good One slug to ya face, no hate, you gettin smoked like wood Nasty nigga but he pumps, face back on the concrete Here comes the white sheet Mr. Coroner cocked with some yellow tape But the murderers escape Audi lane 5 G's Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G thang | |
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Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:36 pm | |
| "High Powered" (feat. RBX, Dat Nigga Daz, Lady Of Rage)
[Intro: Dr. Dre (Lady Of Rage)]
Yo yo whut sup? Yo man, give me some of that ol' gangsta shit, y'knowhutI'msayin? Some shit I can just kick back to, smoke a fat ass joint to YouknowhutI'msayin? He hahahahahahaha Hell yeah! You know what I'm talkin about? I like that ol' gangsta shit Cuz you know it's a lot of niggas out there woofin all that bullshit talkin 'bout they got this and got that Talkin louder than a motherfucker but ain't sayin shit Heh y'knowhutI'msayin? (Dem come witta, dem come witta, dem come wit da wickedness) Yeah nigga I see your lips quiverin But you ain't sayin a motherfuckin thing For my niggas, I got my niggas in the motherfuckin he-ouse and they gon' tell yo' what's really goin on Got my motherfuckin nigga RBX...definitely in this motherfucker I got my nigga Daz in this motherfucker ready to kick some real shit Y'knowhutI'msayin? And that lil' shit cha hear in the background, that's my homegirl Rage So RBX kick this shit
[RBX] Seven execution style murders I have no remorse cuz I'm the fuckin murderer Haven't you ever heard of a killer? I drop bombs like Hiroshima So now I walk around strapped One-time bust they caps and watch niggas collapse Snap! Adapt to this but you need no adapter This is just the first chapter in a book from a crook You get caught slippin yo' ass gots ta die Nigga, tell me what the fuck you figure? Trigger? Happy RBX to cap ya POP POP and I can't wait to bust a pound POP POP my hollow points smacks the clown Cuz what I said split his head And now they got me runnin from the feds But I refuse to go alive It's kill or be killed, that's how real niggas survive I'm high powered!
[Outro: Dat Nigga Daz]
Yeah! It's Daz that mass-murderin motherfucker So what you feel like you wanna get caught up? Fool you better recognise Death Row came to chastise So if you cross the Row Remember the first name is Death No love for the other side | |
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Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:37 pm | |
| "Stranded On Death Row" (feat. Kurupt, Lady Of Rage, RBX, Snoop Doggy D)
[Intro: Bushwick Bill]
Yes, it is I says me And although me By morning three, cause they're weak [laughter] Yes, yo!, I'm in the house now for sure Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men Who knows what evil lurks within them But lets take a travel down the blindside And see what we find on this... Path... Called...
[Verse One: Kurupt]
Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal Niggaz know, the flow that I kick, there's no refill I'm murderin niggaz, Yo, and maybe because of the tone I kicks my grip, the mic and kick shit Niggaz can't fuck with So remember I go hardcore, and slam Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme So any nigga that claim they bossin What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson Take a walk through the hood, and we up to no good Slangin on things like a real ho G should, I'm stackin and mackin and packin a ten so When you're slippin, I slip the clip in But ain't no steady tripppin Cause it's Death Row, rollin like the mafia Think about whoopin some ass, but what the fuck stoppin ya Ain't nathin but a buster I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumpin slugs in motherfuckers Now you know you're outdone Feel the shotgun, Korrupt inmate cell block one
[Verse Two: RBX]
No prevention from this mention of sorts Your're a victim, from my driveby of thoughts No extensions, all attempts are to fail Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braile From the lunatic, I death like arsenic When I kick up wicked raps That the grain will hit the scratch With treachery, my literary form will blast And totally surpass the norm Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms In this dimension, I'm the presenter And the inventor, and the tormentor Deranged, like the hillside strangler MC mangler, tough like Wrangler I write a rhyme, hard as concrete Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite So what you wanna do The narrator RBX, cell block two
[Verse Three: Lady of Rage]
Rage, lyrical murderer Stranded on Death Row And now I'm servin a lifetime sentence There'll be no repentence Since it's the life that I choose to lead I plead guilty On all counts let the ball bounce where it may It's just another clip into my AK Buck em down with my underground tactics Facts and stacks of clips on my matress Bed frame there's another dead pain Layin lain with the shame, who's to blame Me, the lady of Rage On when I'm comin from the D-E-A-T-H in R-O-W takin, no shit So flip and you're bound to get dropped It's 187 on motherfuckers don't stop Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate It's Rage, from cell block eight
[Verse Four: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
And yo steppin through the fog And creepin through the smog It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg Makin videos, now I stay in Hollywood Bustin raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood Dre is the doctor and my homey little nigga Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga Shootin at the hoes with the game that I got Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a quick one servin my rocks And I'm still, servin for mines, peace To my motherfuckin homies doin time In the pen and the county jail Mobbin with your blues on, mad as hell And you say yeah fuck the police And all the homies on the streets is all about peace And it's drivin the cops crazy But ain't nuttin but a black thing bay-bee, uhhh No I'm not flaggin, but I'm just saggin I betcha don't wanna see the D-O double G And you can't see, the D-R to the E Or my motherfuckin homey D.O.C. You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin DJ That's my homey and we call him Warren G Yeah, and you don't stop Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfuckin Dogg Pound That's the only way we'll beat em man We gotta smoke em, then choke em Like the motherfuckin peter man It's like three and to the two And two and to the one Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done
[Outtro : Bushwick Bill]
Yo, now you know the path I'm on You think you're strong, see if you can travel on Cause only the weak, will try to speak Those who are quiet, will always cause riots There's three types of people in the world Those who don't know what happened Those who wonder what happened And people like us from the streets that MAKE things happen!
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Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:38 pm | |
| "East Coast/West Coast Killas"
East coast (killer), West coast (killer) [repeat 8X]
[Verse One: RBX]
While childish MC's battle over coastal fronts I come with no fronts and smash in monkey fronts If you want to be evil like Knieval then jump I guarantee your punk ass catch the speed lump The tactics, extract, morbid thoughts from the mental custom designed, for instrumental Yes indeedy, lyrical graffiti And this one's a burner, baby Truck, like Toyata driven True and livin drivin with the gat Uhh, pop the clutch, let the Cold Crush rush Then I flush wack material That's if I don't mash them all to mush Hush, let me burst, dare I gush Cock-diezel cuts Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic
East coast (killer), West coast (killer) [repeat 4X]
[Verse Two: KRS-One]
Yo, why do they make me wanna ruin they career? Before I bust your shit let's get one thing clear Don't provoke Kris no joke this I don't ride no rapper's nutsac yo I stay focused Beefin without skills seekin will only weaken The artist speakin over beats and, you be cheatin Cacaphony of small talent rappers, claimin a coast over instrumentals, ain't got no real street credentials Here come the philosopher hip-hopppin ya correctly Ignorant ass MC's continue to tempt me Lyrics be empty like Alcatraz cellblock Too many MC's rappin causin lyrical gridlock Lyrical syllables interlock in my voicebox Yet I'm still unknown like the X on Sadat Just your typical, non-topical Flex the optical illusion weak metaphoric style you be usin I check one-two's and who's in the house Like shit your lyrics ooze out ya mouth Whattyou think this is? KRS-One from the Bronx kid!
East coast (killer), West coast (killer) [repeat 8X]
Welcome to the New World Order You are now under martial law All constituional rights have been suspended
[Verse Three: B-Real]
The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can handle this Coast trippin goin on through out the business East Coast West Coast anybody killer! I don't give a fuck where you from I'ma Killa Hill-er I got crews on both sides together Deeper than the ocean and down for whatever Fool I can roll through any block from Central to Westland Avenue, without my glock But some niggaz can't survive on both sides So they try and break off, eliminate ties Fools got to get wise, better realize True, enemy lies killin in the highrise office, analyzing the song Look at them red niggaz, don't even get along Kill that noise, four niggaz bringin the skill Mad caps get peeled if you oppose the Hill
Yeah that's right fool, you know who, the mighty Group Therapy The mighty mighty Aftermath brigade, letting all you sound boys know You're not ready to rumble or test this Kill that noise!
East coast (killer), West coast (killer) [repeat 8X]
[Verse Four: Nas Escobar]
Now when I bomb like Sadaam, the world feels The Wrath of Khan Desert Storm in this modern day Babylon I be the twelve disciples strap arms All black on running your spot hit the safe and I'm gone Like a thief wrong, I keep the long 38 warm Silent and calm, and blackout when the beef is on Focus on your rap holsters, notice I'm evil like the Exorcist to the locusts Ferocious thoughts, are mergin at night Like Jehovah towards the virgin in white I'm wrapped in a turban for spite Like a Israelite snatchin hoes up, my flow's up When the fuckin world blows up throw your hands up It's a holdup, frontin like you down for the real to make a meal, but when plan fold, nigga you squeal like Heavy Heel, but what's the fuckin deal?
East coast (killer) West coast (killer) [repeat 16X] | |
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Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:39 pm | |
| Shittin' On The World" (feat. Mel-Man)
[Intro:]
Yes yes y'all, ooh funk.... Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all From the ol schizzy with the yes yizzy y'all Ooh in come funk Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all From the ol schizzy it's the yes yizzy y'all Ooh notes come wrong
[Verse 1:]
Dre is chillin, Ruff is chillin What more can I say? (Let's make a million) M-E-L-Man, niggas call me Most I be rockin on the East and the West Coast Your mail go back like Emmitt Smith's hairline With Jordache devils and Calvin Kleins This shit be on my mind like O'Donnells interceptions How would I look with Mike's complexion Eat me, freak me, take your hand and leave me All I wanna say is "I don't really give a fuck" cos Most he be mega Copped the Play Station but still play the Sega and in the PJ's I DJ and blow amps Bad as ?shrimp stampy? with the food stamps Huh, I'm not a stranger to danger On the streets I be known as the jaw rearranger Heavy with the metal, Mel-Man rule White boys say it now "Cool, cool, cool!!!" I bring the fizzy that's the obvious I got a grip but the only clip I load be the floppy disk In the SP or the MV, see three G Ho's see me comin in 3-D I spread Lizzy with ten mates Hit the skins and I break out like an inmate Hey yo, that's how it is and that's how I want it This is my world and I'm shittin on it
[Chorus:]
(On the world) Shittin on it (On the world) Shittin on the world (Here me, yeah, shittin on the world) [repeat]
[Verse 2:]
I warm it up like humidity Mel, okay I'm here til infinity My shit be outta...space with the Ewok This is my planet but I never wear the Reebok When we rock to the beat of accapella Most reigns supreme, niggas grab your umbrellas It's time to bounce so where the player, mate? Jealous MC's still drinkin on that "Hator"rade Bitches flirtin with the giggles and chuckles You'll never get the jezzy bare, knuckle cos I get a tingle in the jimmy after three days in it Hold up! Back to the clinic Uhh, aah, poked your bitch in the eye then I step like Omega's hifi (AWROOF!) I walk the earth like Moses Any mackadocious, I grew up with no chips Shows I turn out I got dough but still call my hos on my burnout But can't phone long distance I'm a rich nigga still gettin public assistance Rockin shit on a task cam Got MC's talkin 'bout "I love you, man" But you can't get my last bud or my last dove outta beats we be makin Dre and M-E-L got the whole Earth quakin That's how it is and that's how I want it This is my world and I'm shittin on it
[Chorus x3]
[Outro: (over chorus)]
Yes yes y'all, ooh funk... Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all From the ol schizzy with the yes yizzy y'all Ooh in come funk Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all Every three days and the El change ??? Ooh, Most come funk | |
| | | Casttro V.I.P
Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:40 pm | |
| "Blunt Time"
DEAD!
[INTRO] (Blunt time-pull out your philly)Ha ha,mighty Aftermath (Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli) Whose soul ever contest,DEAD! In me ear Dre.You hear me now?DEAD! (Blunt time-pull out your philly) (Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli)
Thought they were moving in and now they wanna cut us wrong Room for moving in,but that was on-ly mine They will shake the hand,never really seen and only heard They will shake the hand,he is only to heard l-oo-oo-ng Knick-knack,paddy wack give a dog a bone Long Beach City I wreck is my zone I be the solo rollo which means I rule alone You droop first blood,mother thought you was the lone Fool now break for ya two It's called the ol'Rambo,catch ambush I wish you wouldn't moosh like ya wanna come push I'll dump ya and leave ya stankin in the forest you Gump Long Beach City-firmly represented Narrator X is representor Lyrical the kick make me ya mentor Freeze MCs,don't ent-or I'll take like Anne Arden's new chips in wint-or Or since I'm Sun I'll melt the metaphor The meatphors are meltin,style is beltin I heard a dog yelpin but no helpin
[CHORUS] Blunt time-pull out your philly Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli Dancin,puffin,sippin or set trippin Dimes keep on flippin flippin [REPEAT]
Dre's bad beats they Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat X flex lyric they can't come back Fact:El-elevant,elegant and eloquent no shit I boots hits,throw tantrums like Ella Fitz Nah,the member X but you'll remember X indeedy Now remember don't contest the (?Frex?) Got you in spot like Lindscrafter but you try to diss I burn you like Backdrafter After that you'll get nothing from me but laughter Similar to this,HA what's the repertoire-kick deadly wit lyrics Shot your punk ass like ELEC now it's
[CHORUS]
Mighty Aftermath! Once again.can't hold us back Refuse,refuse(DEAD!)you lose(DEAD!).DEAD!(Indeed) Attempts wiil be futile,it's way to brutal Hear me now Narrator-to-the-X,tellin anyone who contest The mighty Aftermath Posse (Who?Who?)DEAD! (Murder!) Exclamation point! (Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii) (Blunt time) Ha (Blunt tiiiime) Mighty Aftermath to the 9-7 (Sip a glass of 'gnac my friend,dont'cah friend) (Roowl,IIIIIIII don't wanna fight no more,no no,oooh) (Blunt time,blunt time,blunt blunt,yep!) | |
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| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:41 pm | |
| "Been There, Done That"
[Chorus: 2x]
I been there... Done that You got guns? we got guns... Yo, I got straps, we got straps... A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth Talk that hard bullshit 'Cause it's all they worth...
[Dr. Dre] No question, it's all about the D-R-E. So if money is the root I want the whole damn tree. Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati, Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G... Since way back I've been collecting my fee With the 48-tracks and the M-I-C. Got a palace in the Hills overlooking the sea. It's worth 8, but I only paid 5 point 3. Worldwide, got the triple beam, I slide. Listenin' to yo demo in a stretch limo. It's how I ride - cartel style. Full, stacked to the max now. A million-dollar smile, people wonder how. 'Dre Day' every day. Trips to Montigo Bay, with more chips than Frito Lay. Flossed jewels in a tire, ain't nuthin' fly. Straight or illegal - it's still the root of all evil... Coz...
[Chorus: 2x]
[Dr. Dre] Young black Rockerfeller. Hell, a swiss and mozarella. Pockets sweller, gettin' money like a bank teller. 'Cause a fool and his dough soon split. So when you come across a fool get all that she be gettin'. Ladies, get your paper too. Don't expect for no man to support you. Keep it true, 'Cause most brothers are raised to decide for the pesos. My woman is independent, makin' dough by the case loads. I'mma keep buildin'... make it killing. Kick back, relax, and grow old with my millions. That's where it's at. You got drama, I got the gat, But we're both black so I don't wanna lay you flat. Instead let's get paper, while it's paper to get. Private Jet, 600 coupes that I runs if... I'm livin' on another level that y'all ain't been yet. Spend a mill, no sweat, water the line with my wet...
[Chorus: 2x]
[Dr. Dre] This is for the millionaires, Throw a stack in the air and watch brothers start plottin', Honeys start to stare. 'Cause game is money and money is game, And broke brothers make the 45 flame with no shame. Now many people die over these dead green guys. Ignorance and greed take their ass by surprise. It's the root of all evil and sins. Yet and still it makes the world go around, Like my 20-inch rims... Moolah y'all. Platinum plaques cover my walls. Grindin', diamonds shinin', and without one flaw. Get the cash, the grass, the ass will bounce. Luciano and all amounts, that's all that counts 'cause...
[Outro:]
I been there...And done that... Been there, done that... The Aftermath! | |
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| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:42 pm | |
| "As The World Keeps Turning" (feat. Where)
[Intro/Chorus:]
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning (This ain't no) street sermon, these niggas are determined [Repeat]
[Verse 1:Where]
I flow like CD's in the deck Moosh fools in the face that lack respect Protect ya arm, pitch from the funk I deodirise the musty, ya rhymes are crusty, you can't bust G So leave me alone I'm in the zone Walkin the streets on my own, nigga get blown Some niggas say that nigga Where is gone But I'm low in the cut and gotta microphone Are you gone bust or play bones? You motherfuckin clone, get off that nigga's style and get'cha own It's Miscellane and it's on again For the niggas that slept, they shoulda stayed in step And kept ya big fuckin mouth shut
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:Where]
I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, back ache Advil, Tylenol, Peptol, slept so long realised my world is wrong My world is gone like disco Blowin up Cisco and in my Cammo Standin in back of me was my soul Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank roll Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold A tar can of hos to lubricate my system quick Shaky bitches off the dick Cos she got a vice grip on the flow from my lips I'm slow but equipped with the proper tools Show me the one talkin shit so I can drop a fool I'm out to glow a nigga roll if he think he Mr CREAM Come back on the scene and smoke a phillie, G I really dream of gettin mine now let me tell you what's silly Me, buckin with my team is murder one I heard a gun bustin shots (SHOTS!), down the block (BLOCK!) I guess a nigga gettin what he got (GOT!) Shit is heavy like a medicine ball and broke niggas to smoke niggas I'll fuck one for y'all, they made ya last phone call To a trick that didn't even care Cos she was gettin fucked somewhere, you're stuck in there Now you wanna bust, nigga, now you wanna kill, nigga (Nigga) Nigga how ya feel? (Nigga) You can't try to be real (You can't try to be real) Shit is for real
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:Where]
I'm cooler than most, but I got the shorter temper And I'm cooler than foes that don't know how it goes Let's take it back to the first side When you was a new jack and jockin my new track But you was wrong, didn't know about the big long Head-strong, nicknamed Dav from off the school yard Witta teenage group I'm turnin loots to tracks Me and my niggas like (These tracks are laced with bomb weed and tight lyrics) You wanna know what the hos used to do When me and my crew came bustin through All sorts of blushins brew (A neighbourhood find, a gift too swift, Miscellane is the crew) Underground till my brown eyed balls turned blue This is for the bitches and niggas that wanna front I smoke on, I broke on till I spoke on Miscellane packin shows like Farrakhan Where is on another level with two niggas that's on the same plateau Now that's three times your tightest flow And three times ya tightest track, three times your fattest sack Three times is clever (BUCK!)
[Chorus x 2]
[Outro:]
Thou shalt rest in grief who lay buried in the belt Barely included work, leaves bodies scarred and hurt To art in hell, where the next man dwells The place with stankin pussy and crack rock dwells | |
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| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:45 pm | |
| "Got Me Open"
[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Ai Aiyo Butter is, uhh, Hands-On in the house Well check it out, put some shit on for em Let's get it on, kick it Ha yeah, hell yeah Yeah that shit sounds dope Aiyo Kim, what you got to say
[Verse 1: Kim of Hands-On]
Well boy you're movin me There's somethin physical about it The way you're makin me feel The way you're touching me, can't explain Oh, I just can't keep still When you're kissing me it gives me what I need Hold on tight and baby do it all night (Check it) This is the part you take my heart to wipe your feet on I wonder how boy, you make me over
[Chorus: Hands-On] Now tell me away, cos I can't stop from how you mean The things you do to me Has got my body wanting you more and more Oh baby, it's got it bad Your love has got me open
[Bridge: Dre]
Yeah No question, kick back, watch my dope eye rise Still an everyday brother with my eyes on the prize Take my time analysing every song that dies Flossin the fliest rides from hits you memorise Been doin this since days of N.W.A. Took it to the next level when I use to DJ Got family and fans from New York to L.A. They keep it real cos they know that Dre come with Bombay G's up, ain't nuttin changed, yo freeze up! When I come thru, player haters, women one-two The dotted Maxwell from only a minimum of set sales Clutch your tails for honeys waitin to exhale Keep writin til the next millenium Tape one hit when I serve these fiends, stuff mo' potent than Bolivian Welcome to the Aftermath Aiyo Crystal, what you got to say?
[Verse 2: Crystal of Hands-On]
It's like I'm glowing about the animal attraction That grows between us And then my friends ask me just where the hell I've been They think I'm crazy, they don't understand When you're next to me, I'm lost in ecstasy Don't let go cos I'm about to explode (Aftermath!) This is the part you take my heart to wipe your feet on Baby please don't make me over
[Chorus]
[Interlude: Hands-On]
You touch me at the spot Ooh boy, you got me high (that's right) And when you're loving me down, I never want you to stop Just take it easy (say what?) Baby boy, you babe, you touch the spot I swear you got me open | |
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| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:45 pm | |
| "Str-8 Gone" (feat. King Tee)
Haa Woo
Dedicated to the up city Straight West Coast nigga, ain't no pity Put holes in niggas, real pretty Real shitty like a black Frank Nitty I give drugs to the thugs price-free Handed down the game by that nigga Ice-T No doubt players like me recognise the great King Tee, about twenty grand a ki Ah, that's that G shit, no doubt about that Statutory lyrics is how I rape the rap And get your niggas off my back and no, GOD, ya don't pull a strap, cos [gun shot] FUCK THAT! I'm very precise when I shoot straight out the roof of my Lexus coupe Ya wanna blame Tha Alkaholik group but, naw, that nigga Tela must've hit the loot Cos he's actin real loonie and I don't give a fuck cause I'm drunk and I'm a G like Spoonie The hoodrats wanna do me So if you've got'cha county cheque give it to me
[Chorus:]
Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits And the two dog groan, a 50 gat to your dome That nigga on the mic str-8 gone [repeat]
Huh, so I guess I earned the title 'OG' Been down for ten years, this my fifth Lp I'ma get this one easy A real motherfuckin G, R-rock Tee Now all these fools talkin 'bout they some killers car stealers, big time drug dealers Bitch ass niggas keep it real, don't lie You ain't killin shit and they gon' let shit die You ask "Who the hell am I?" They call me 'Big Bone' and on my worst night I fades em all And I come thru ya hood like a locc ass G Rip any fool that calls hisself an MC It's only one way, let's have gun play I make it play, nigga, fuck what you got to say I got a mad crew of murderers, ex-burglars Puttin soft niggas outta service
[Chorus:]
Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits And the two dog groan, all the fuckin chips blown That nigga on the mic str-8 gone Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits And the two dog groan, sittin on chrome That nigga on the mic str-8 gone
My whole crew lives illegal Strapped with the bulletproof vest in the front and back Regal Smokin that sticky green grass Hittin switches, bumpin on cuts from the past We smoke leaf cos we live like G's Super-soft niggas become enemies I hit a lick on the East for ten ki's now everything I drive is on Deez I'ma make you believe, I gotta put it down like a real nigga should My dope spot in every nigga's hood I don't waste time, I need to get what's mine Fourteen shells from behind Leave you in the blind, str-8 paralysed from ya spine A partner of organised crime Ya hear it all the time but now ya gotta hear it from the truth til my nigga Karl Phat's respect due
[Chorus:]
Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome That nigga on the mic str-8 gone [repeat 4X]
And I'm gone | |
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| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:46 pm | |
| "L.A.W. (Lyrical Assault Weapon)"
[Intro:]
It's like, it's like this Word up, knowhutI'msayin? One time for your mind, y'knowI'msayin? Yo, from upstate to Brooklyn, the whole borough's thorough You know the time, y'knowI'msayin? Crown Heights, to all my niggas holdin it down It's hardcore, B-boy rhymes just for you, y'knowI'msayin? (L-A-W, this might trouble you) This is Sharief, y'knowI'msayin? Puttin it down for the Aftermath like this
[Verse One: Sharief]
As I inhale the blunt and take a sip off the yac My rhymes come to life, my verbal forces attack Can't hold me back, I'm too strong, I waited too long Freestyle a whole rap tape then write a new song Been in the game since...what? That shit is past tense Pass the microphone and watch this nigga crack the C with that ill shit, I came to kill shit I crack the code, must be the reason they reveal shit But in this era of mayhem I recyc' the murderous rhymes to slay them To all my opponents who wanna kick it, I spark the verbal scientist in your title, I'm walkin wit it A hundred dime pieces and the party got the heaters I shine my verbal styles and got niggas climbin on speakers, the thrill seekers An earthquake of bass lines swangin the party, I'm slangin the mic like a syllable shotty, sippin 40's
[Chorus:]
Check it out y'all, L-A-W's raw L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon L-A-W, this might trouble you For all the B-boys and all the B-gals Check it out now, L-A-W's raw L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon L-A-W, this might trouble you For all the B-boys and all the B-gals
[Verse Two: Sharief]
Bona fide B-boy, biceps' bionic Blast em back, okay let's get it started Original rap styles comin from my shooter Fifty niggas deep, I'm the ill kid recruiter People gather round, check my flow listen too, look take a peek, time for thought then you know (What they know?) I build with skill, fulfill the drill and still then kill You couldn't stop the pain with Benadryl Too many claim unnamed for fame or be soft as baby tissue with no gun to aim I take a raptor's rough cuz I'lla date the semen Spectators be sayin they can't go where he went That's another level of attack (haa), bring your bats My DJ scratch the record like a scrotum sack I slice the rapper like a surgeon If he wanna battle, I play him out like a priest in a turban Too much tenacity, vocal capacity Ya better take some notes, don't try to get on after me Cuz I'm the chemical enemical Rhymes I say are definitely guaranteed to reach the pinnacle
[Chorus:]
Check it out y'all, L-A-W's raw L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon L-A-W, this might trouble you For all the real players and all the fly girls Check it out now, L-A-W's raw L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon L-A-W, this might trouble you For all the real players and all the fly girls
[Verse Three: Sharief]
Feelin the metronome click, my microphone's on It's time to kiss Sharief to perform Ya lukewarm, my degrees be uncharted in the centre of fight square I rum brass knuckle rhymes fuckin with crimes I'm natural as loaded dice, understand where no man survives, L.A.W. can Transform, I see it ain't even worth ya triggers I'm from the days when B-boys were straight earthin niggas Standin my arms crossed, toss a grenade rein-force my zone as a lyrical barricade You better cuz your dome piece blown Release chrome beats, nuclear missiles rhymes under my comb Three strikes marks the villian bustin rhymes like shots in Sarajevo Saturday night blood be spillin Some I slaughter such as *?two compel?* blows Crush your corny kids caught stumblin on my shells, so sick, too quick, I stab you with some shit Doin infinite assault these hard lyrics I commit When I crush your lungs, I keep my pace uptempo Swingin my prison rhymes, fuckin mics like a nympho
[Chorus:]
Check it out y'all, L-A-W's raw L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon L-A-W, this might trouble you For all the real hustlas across the world Check it out now, L-A-W's raw L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon L-A-W, this might trouble you For all the real hustlas across the world
[repeat to fade] | |
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| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:47 pm | |
| Nationowl" (feat. Nowl)
(All right, is everybody ready (YEAH!)) (Alright now, here we go)
Nationowl divides this bomb to blow Adios serials worldwide Once inside ya ride, usin the mic like a screwdriver to break down the speed While labels were sound asleep, Nowl peeped and creeped and stole the ground beneath they feet Far from the bail, still makin my sales Movin tapes like weight, we's hip-hop cartel takin over, no doubt Like thongs, they ass out but win amounts with the Doctor Dre, all day cash his cheques Like Play, I hittin you in the head like strays (BUU-YU-KOW!) Nationowl's defence covers my ass and team o' outcast niggas who're quick to blast Our beat's on hit, keep the peace on MC's couldn't find my path (Where you at niggas?)
[Chorus:]
Pledge a legiance to my team Let's scheme, nigga, we gots ta get CREAM Cos worldwide shit's outta control Why you can't get down with Nationowl Young and old, my niggas who's on parole Why you can't get down with Nationowl Bitches who own, my niggas whose heart is cold Why you can't get down with Nationowl
Nationowl's anthem, got'cha soul on lock still fully loaded, cocked the handgun Composed like the Phantom while the face of earth gets ugly, we ever lovely Bitches who never duck me, "Nowl loved me" In thinkin I must spend dough til I'm dizzy Assholes around like a frisby And for satisfaction chew an MC like Wrigley History's about to be made, I met'cha in a way tryin ya hardest to delay My flight batterin, keep the world ringin like *?Sadaran?* Lyrics bone shatterin Pretenders wantin to be Cinder-rella What? That shoe you tryin ta wears, not fittin Now we're strippin niggas like a Chippendale I'm rippin hell, burnin the devil and inhale
[Chorus]
In the last days, which side will you be on? Nationowl's on the side that I beat on I demand put me on From the door I use MC's to wipe my feet on My shit be bumpin like in-grown hair For twenty-six years trained in ghetto warfare Nigga, I see more green than St. Patrick Pro actors, game of life with no practice Controllin craps like I had a remote It's a rule, now go enter ya tomb No joke, much over I scold It's some game for all who's tryin ta split ya coats Best believe that these are our last years Prepare or get done from the rear As we move there, where? The final frontier United we stand, divided we don't have a prayer
[Chorus]
Are you wit me East Coast? Are you wit me West Coast? Are you wit me? Are you wit me? Are you wit me West Coast? Are you wit me East Coast? Are you wit me? Are you wit me? | |
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| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:48 pm | |
| "Fame"
Fame, I'm the man that takes things over Fame makes me loose, hard to swallow Fame puts me there where things are hollow Fame
Fame It's not your brain, it's just the flame The bitch is gonna get your ends SLAIN!
(You know I need the money, I will get the money Cos I need the cash, hey c'mon gotta get it) (You know I need the money, I will get the money Cos I need the cash, hey c'mon gotta get it)
[Chorus: RC]
Fame, what you like is in the limo Fame, take it now there's no tomorrow Fame, what you need you'll have to borrow Fame
Fame Nine is fine, it plays for time I'ma lemme hit you from be-hind Fame, Fame
Fame A bullet for me, I bust it for you I love it when you grab my gun Fame Fame, what's your name? What's your name? What's your name? Say my name? Say my name? Say my name?
[King Tee]
The world's famous, rugged with the superstar persona Rough designer, the chubby alcoholic rhymer Big timer, I'm known in places I haven't even been Executed styles behind men Oh God, I preach that old Hudd City gospel My look's hostile, hittin Remy from the bottle The fame is like I'm possessed wit game And everywhere I go, hos screamin my name But I'm rollin, not that my bald head's swollen I'm towin, ya fixed up, they'd rather see ya broken I'm scopin often where the spotlights shine Me and my crew drinkin tryin ta have a good time But folks watchin, wearin khakis or Versace They try to mack me, caught up in the papparazzi I'ma look what the hogg had become A top notch nigga with the fame game
[Outro: RC]
Is it any wonder, I'll reject ya first Fame Fame Fame Fame Is it any wonder, your heart's too cold to fool Fame Fame Fame Fame | |
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| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:49 pm | |
| The Watcher"
[Dr. Dre] Things just ain't the same for gangstas. Times is changing, young niggas is aging, Becoming old gees in the game and changing, To make way for these new names and faces, but The strangest things can happen from rappin, when Niggas get wrapped up in image and acting, Niggas get capped up and wrapped in plastic, Zipped up in bags when it happens, that's it. I've seen 'em come; I've watched 'em go, Watched 'em rise, witnessed it and watched 'em blow. Watched 'em all blossom and watched 'em grow. Watched the lawsuits when they lost the dough. Best friends and money: I lost them both. Went, visited niggas in the hospital. It's all the same shit all across the globe. I just sit back and watch the show. (The watcher)
[Chorus:] Everywhere that I go Ain't the same as befo' (The watcher) People I used to know Just don't know me no more (The watcher) But everywhere that I go I got people I know (The watcher) Who got people they know So I suggest you lay low (I watch)
[Dr. Dre] I moved out of the hood for good, you blame me? Niggas aim mainly at niggas they can't be. But niggas can't hit niggas they can't see. I'm out of sight, now I'm out of they dang reach. How would you feel if niggas wanted you killed? You'd probably move to a new house on a new hill. And choose a new spot if niggas wanted you shot, I ain't a thug, how much Tupac in you, you got I ain't no bitch neither. It's either my life or your life, And I ain't leaving, I like breathing. Nigga we can go round for round, Clip for clip, shit, fo'-pound for pound. Nigga if you really want to take it there we can, Just remember that you fucking with a family man. I got a lot more to lose than you, remember that, When you wanna come and fill these shoes. (The watcher)
[Chorus]
[Dr. Dre] Things just ain't the same for gangstas, Cops is anxious to put niggas in handcuffs. They wanna hang us, see us dead, enslave us, Keep us trapped in the same place we're raised in. Then they wonder why we act so outrageous, Run around stressed out and pull out gauges. Cause everytime you let the animal out cages, It's dangerous to people who look like strangers. But now we got a new era of gangstas, Hustlers and youngsters living amongst us. Lookin at us, now calling us busters, Can't help but reminisce back when it was us. Nigga we started this gangsta shit. And this the motherfucking thanks I get? It's funny how time fly, I'm just having fun, just watching it fly by. (The watcher)
[Chorus]
(The watcher) | |
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| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:50 pm | |
| "Fuck You" (feat. Devin the Dude, Snoop Dogg)
[answering machine girl] Hi baby I know your under a lot of pressure at your work and all And I do understand You have no idea how much I understand But you also don't have any idea how much I love you I love you so much I think about you I feel you in my arms I miss you.. I miss you terribly I've just always wanted someone like you in my life I love you so much; that I'd do anything I'd do anything I'll be your perfect woman for you
[Dr. Dre] I just wanna fuck bad bitches All them nights I never had bitches Now I'm all up in that ass bitches Mad at 'cha boyfriend, aint 'cha? You'se a bad girl, gotta spank ya Gotta thank ya for that head clinic Explicit, hella photogenic And tell your friends where the dick's at Where they can get hit and won't get back to they soulmate Before you kiss 'em use Colgate "She Swallowed It!" Yeah the bitch took the whole eight and ran with it, then let Mel-Man hit it and Hitman hit it; damn bitches Man, this is what I'm talkin about Chicken-head, chicken-fed, with a dick in your mouth Out and about with your nigga like it never took place (Airtouched) Next time you need a taste
[Chorus:]
I just wanna fuuuuuck you No touchin and rubbin gul, you got a husband who loves.. you.. Don't need you all in mine I just wanna fuuuuuck you We can't be kissin and huggin gul, you got a husband who loves.. you.. You need to give him your quality time
[Devin the Dude] You got the number, it's on you to make the call You know I cum quick; help you re-decorate your walls Cut your backyard, don't have to act hard to get the cock And if I'm goin too far, I take it out and wipe it off and put it back up, and keep going You tryin to hide it from your husband but I know he be knowin that your pussy's been tampered with Then you show him the new trick of how you can lick it, smoke a cancer stick You be workin it like a dancer bitch, it's hard on me Not to give you all of my time, that you wanted You can give me some head, but keep the breakfast in bed I'd rather spend my mornin diggin through some records instead But, tonight, I guess it'd be aight if we can touch bases Hookup somewhere and exchange some "Fuck Faces" I know your man's lookin for ya, he's always tryin to run ya Don't worry bout me handcuffin gul cause I just wanna fuck witchu
[Snoop Dogg] .. fuck witchu On the sneak tip, on some creep shit So whatcha gon' do, ya freak bitch? You, actin, like you, don't, do, dicks That's the kinda bitch I hate fuckin wit Baby was a virgin, that's what she said So I gave her some Hennesey, she gave me some head I fucked her on the flo', so I wouldn't mess up my bed Then Lil' 1/2 Dead put his dick on her head Take that bitch home, and give her a bone And give her the number to my cellular phone Man, she blowin up my pager, the shit's gettin major A favor for a favor, this dick is what I gave her Somethin to go by, and bitches know why Stuff dick in they mouth, and then I'm out (see-ya!) Twenty-fo' seven, Dre, Snoop, and Devin We servin' these hoes, and never lovin these hoes, beotch! | |
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| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:50 pm | |
| "Still D.R.E." (feat. Snoop Dogg)
[Snoop] Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E (Guess who's back) Still, still doing that shit, right?
[Dr. Dre] Oh for sure, check me out It's still Dre Day, A.K. Before I chrome the lot, can't keep it home a lot 'cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off How? My last album was "The Chronic" They want to know if he still got it They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it
[Snoop - singing] If you ain't up on pace
[Dr. Dre] Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game Still, puffing my leafs, still with the beats Still not loving police (Uh huh) Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease Still got love for the streets, repping 213 Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang Since I left, ain't too much changed, still
[Chorus:] [Snoop Dogg] I'm representing for them gangsters all across the world Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl [Dr. Dre] Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E [Repeat 2x]
Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week Still, I stay close to the heat And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke till I sleep Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat I bring the fire till you're soaking in your seat It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the troop It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru I'm still at it, After-mathematic In the home of drivebys and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E
[Chorus]
It ain't nothing but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch Laid back in the shack, play this track I'm representing for the gangsters all across the world (Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl) I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap Try to be the king but the ace is back
[Snoop - singing] So if you ain't up on thangs
[Dr. Dre] Dr. Dre be the name still running the game Still got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars Still gonna' get mine regardless
[Chorus x1.5]
[Snoop] Like that, right back up in ya '95 plus four pennies Add that shit up, D-R-E right back on top of thangs Smoke some with your dog No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks! Some of that real sticky icky A little weed, put it in the air For you's a fool D.R. | |
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| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:52 pm | |
| "Big Ego's" (feat. Hitman)
[Dr. Dre] I got mo' class than most of em, ran wit the best of em Forgave the less of em, and blazed at the rest of em What can I say? Cal-i-for-ni-A Where niggaz die everyday over some shit they say Disconnected from the streets forever As long as I got a baretta, nigga, I'm down for whateva I roll wit my shit off safety - for niggaz that been hatin me lately and the bitches that wanna break me If Cali blew up, I'd be in the Aftermath Bumpin gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C., to D.P.G. started from that S.O.B., D.R.E. Like Dub-C I'm rich rollin, pistol holdin Pockets swoll nigga, that's how I'm rollin Put the flame to the killer nigga Worldwide homicide mob figure and a builder, for real I'm hittin switches, makin bitches eat bitches See me grab my dick everytime I pose for pictures I own acres, floor seats watchin The Lakers I'm cool with eses who got AK's in cases
Dedicated to all of those with big ego's Never fakin, we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos 1 - Niggaz play this in they Rovers Jeeps and Regals 2 - Bitches play this in they Benzes Jeeps and Geos [repeat 2X]
[Hitman] I bust a Mr. Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin hoes at movies Passin by with uzis - and who you aimin at? That shady bitch and that bitch nigga that was claimin that Rat-ta-tat-tat [automatic gunfire and screaming] [more screaming as tires peel out] I don't sympathize for wack hoes and wimpy guys You got to recognize Hitman is a enterprise Cali pride, born to ride and South Centralized The Henny got me energized - smoke the guys tryin to focus on mines - poke they eyes out I'm L.A.'s loc'est - hope they don't have to find out the hard way like snitch niggaz in the pen that get hit when the guards look the other way We hittin HARD, Hitman and Dre You playin games, I suggest you know the rules We puttin guns to fools, make you run yo' jewels Take yo' honey and cruise to the snootiest snooze, Cabos Pop coochie til the nut oozes, you shouldn't fuck wit crews that's sick, Aftermath cause we rule shit I'm Big Hit, don't confuse me wit no other by the flow motherfucker
Dedicated to all of those with big ego's Never fakin, we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos 1 - Niggaz play this in they Rovers Jeeps and Regals 2 - Bitches play this in they Benzes Jeeps and Geos [repeat 2X] | |
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| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:52 pm | |
| "Xxplosive" (feat. Hitman, Kurupt, Nate Dogg & Six-Two)
[Hittman] Xxplosive, West coast shit My nigguh-ish ways attract, girls that used to turn they back Causin me to yank they arm and pose like I would do the harm Now I'm sayin thank you cause they tell me, my shit's the bomb Xxplosive.. ..for my niggaz drinkin Cognac, smokin weed, always pack mo' than one, firearm, chrome rims, ridin on Chronic in yo' system, let me know, my shit's the bomb - Xxplosive..
[Kurupt] West coast shit nigga Overdosage - imperial pistols ferocious Fuck a bitch; don't tease bitch, strip tease bitch Eat a bowl of these bitch, gobble the dick Hoes forgot to eat a dick can shut the fuck up! Gobble and swallow a nut up, shut up and get my cash Backhanded, pimpslapped backwards and left stranded Just pop ya collar, pimp convention hoes for a dollar Six-Deuce in a plush, six-deuce impala Pimpin hoes from Texas to Guatemala Bitch niggaz paid for hoes, just to lay wit hoes Relax one night, and paid to stay wit hoes Captain Save'Em all day (bitch) well save this dick Bitch nigga, you more of a bitch than a bitch You ain't into hittin pussy, or hittin the switch You into hittin bitches off of the grip, you punk bitch
[Nate Dogg] All my real Doggs still kick it wit me All my down hoes still trickin wit me All the true gangstas know Nate ain't never love no hoe All the hoodrats still shake it for me All my true fans still checkin for me All the real smokers know Nate ain't passin nuttin but dope indeed... Real trees... Chronic leaves... No seeds...
When I had you last night, baby Before - I blew yo' mind, (blew-blew-blew your mind) I thought we had a chance, lady No more - now that I'm sober you ain't that fine Hmmm-hmmmhmmmm... Don't wanna treat you wrong Don't wanna lead you on Here baby, hit the bong while the west coast rolls along While we - still makin gangsta hits You'll be - still jockin gangsta dicks Damn girl you think you slick Somebody better get this biiitch, this biiiitch
[Six-Two] I got these freaky hoes Clappin they hands, stompin they feet Every now and then they put they mouth on me Nowadays a G like me can't even call it A 23-year old pussy fiend and freakaholic Pimpin bitches on the regular, I put that on the G A hustler and a player, nowadays it pays to be Lemme drop some shit about this bitch I used to know She gave ya boy the head and said don't let nobody know A bonafide pro, I had to grab the hoe She got freaky in yo' sixty-fo', I skeeted in her throat Been knowin the hoe for fo' days, pimpery pays And I bet you didn't know that she go both ways She ate her best friend, I left them hoes at the mall They be beepin me and shit, but we don't kick it no mo' Them hot hoes is fiendin, they on the nuts But beitch, I'm out ya pussy when I nut, f'real
Exxplosive.. | |
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| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:53 pm | |
| "What's The Difference" (feat. Eminem, Phish, Xzibit)
[Phish] What's the difference between me and you? [repeat 2X]
[Dr. Dre] Back when Cube - was rollin wit Lorenzo in a Benzo I was bangin wit a gang of instrumentals Got the pens and pencils, got down to business; but sometimes the business end of this shit can turn your friends against you But you was a real nigga, I could sense it in you I still remember the window of the car that you went through That's fucked up, but I'll never forget the shit we been through And I'ma do whatever it takes to convince you Cuz you my nigga Doc, and Eazy I'm still wit you Fuck the beef, nigga I miss you, and that's just bein real wit you You see the truth is Everybody wanna know how close me and Snoop is And who I'm still cool wit Then I got these fake-ass niggaz I first drew with Claimin that they non-violent, talkin like they *voice sample* Spit venom in interviews, speakin on reunions Move units, then talk shit and we can do this Until then - I ain't even speakin your name Just keep my name outta yo' mouth and we can keep it the same Nigga, it ain't that I'm too big to listen to the rumors It's just that I'm too damn big to pay attention to 'em That's the difference
[Chorus: Phish (repeat 2X)]
What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one - but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin
[Xzibit] Yo I stay wit it While you try to perpetrate, play wit it Never knew about the next level until Dre did it (YEAH) I stay committed while you motherfuckers baby-sitted I smash you critics like a overhand right from Riddick (Yeah!) Come and get it, shitted on villians by the millions I be catchin bitches while bitches be catchin feelings So what the fuck am I supposed to do? I pop bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you (Come on!) A heartless bastard, high and plastered My style is like the reaction from too much acid - never come down Pass it around if you can't handle it Hang Hollywood niggaz by they Soul Train laminates What's the difference between me and you? (What?) About five back accounts, three ounces and two vehicles Until my death, I'm Bangladesh I suggest you hold yo' breath til ain't none left Yo that's the difference
[Chorus]
[Eminem] Aight, hold up hold up! STOP THE BEAT A MINUTE!! I got somethin to say Dre; I wanna tell you this shit right now while this fuckin weed is in me (The fuck?!) I don't know if I ever told you this, but I love you dawg I got your motherfuckin back, just know this shit
[Dre] Riiight? .. Slim, I don't know if you noticed it But I've had your back from day one, nigga let's blow this bitch [Em] I mean it dawg, you ever need somebody offed - who's throat is it? [Dre] Well if you ever kill that Kim bitch, I'll show you where the ocean is
[Eminem] Well that's cool, and I appreciate the offer But if I do decide to really murder my daughter's momma I'ma sit her up in the front seat and put sunglasses on her And cruise around wit her for seven hours through California And have her wavin at people (Hi!) Then drop her off on the corner at the police station and drive off honkin the horn for her Raw dawg, get your arm gnawed off Drop the sawed off and beat you wit the piece it was sawed off of Fuck blood, I wanna see some lungs coughed up Get shot up in the hot tub til the bubbles pop up and they nose and cough snot up, mucus in hot water That's for tryin to talk like The Chronic was lost product That's for even THINKIN of havin them thoughts thought up! You better show some respect whenever the Doc's brought up!! So what's the difference between us? We can start at the penis Or we can scream, "I Just Don't Give a Fuck," and see who means it! | |
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Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:56 pm | |
| "Light Speed" (feat. Hittman)
[Dr. Dre] Hey, yo whassup? My name is Dre Can I blaze some Chonic witchu?
[girl] Nigga what? FO' SHO'! Roll that shit up!
[Dr. Dre] Hell yeah, still "Alwayz Into Somethin'" Heart still in Compton The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals Introduced you to my Doggs, that don't love hoes and Firm Fiascoes - assholes Fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up doin a tango.. And cash, always in my grasp Came up in the game wearin khakis not kangols, stranglin hoes When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass One feed me mangoes, the other lightin my hash Rap tabloids write Dre's light in the ass (what?) Came home uptight, ready to mash like a gas pedal, get on that sixty-four Chevy level AK-47 heavy metal Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils cause we rebels over here, I smell Chronic in the air that means we takin over this year You hear?
[girl] Chronic, two-thousand, "ONE! [echoes]" - KRS-One [Dre] That means we takin over this year, ya hear?
[girl] Light Speed, blazin Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed Or we might be sippin on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas
[Hittman] I hang among hustlers, I slang and hoo-bang Bronson when bustaz roll through, can't fuck with my bold crew We will hold you captive and bust cause gangbangin is the active, activity where I be livin B, there ain't no Liberty Statue Hope you got your gat, don't let them catch you slippin, without yours, it's warfare outdoors Ambulance, violent uproars Trash niggaz takin out like chores I meet whores on tours Jeans hot as pepper so I sip, champagne on stormy shores We on some hardcore, pornographic Totin Austrian firearms that's made out of plastic In these drastic surroundings, it be sounding like Lebanon, makin fools "RETREAT!" like Megatron and Starscream Oh yeah I scream-on-stars to get loot and crossover like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar Get out your car son, that's how I came to bougie niggaz Act bad one, it's either that or make front page stardom I'm the Golden Child, chased by Sodom ?? gots my bulletproof it's hard to shoot me you hear?
(By the time you see him (BLAM BLAM)) That means it's real fuckin hard to shoot me, you hear?
[girl] Light Speed, blazin Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed Or we might be sippin on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas | |
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| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:56 pm | |
| "Forgot About Dre" (feat. Eminem)
[Dr Dre] Ya'll know me still the same ol' G But I been low key Hated on by most these niggas Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies But ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze Ho Please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees Who you think brought you the o' G's Eazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's And a group that said muthafuck the police Gave you a tape full of dope beats To bump when stroll through in your hood And when your album sales wasn't doin too good Who's the doc that he told you to go see Ya'll better listen up closely All you niggas that said that I turned pop Or the Firm flop ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep So fuck ya'll all of ya'll If ya'll don't like me blow me Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me And turn me back to the old me
[chorus x2 - Eminem]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
[Eminem] So what do you say to somebody you hate Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way Just study your tape of NWA. One day I was walkin by Wit a walkmen on When I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl Kani I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge But I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage Hoppin out wit two broken legs tryna walk it off Fuck you too bitch call the cops I'ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs And when the cops came through Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still weren't found out From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Startin today and tomorrows the new And I'm still loco enough To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew [Record scratch] Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up And the temp goes up to the mid 80's Callin men ladies Sorry Doc but I been crazy There is no way that you can save me It's ok go with him Hailey
[chorus x2]
[Dr Dre] If it was up to me You muthafuckas would stop comin up to me Wit your hands out lookin up to me Like you want somethin free When my last cd was out you wasn't bumpin me But now that I got this little company Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease But you won't get a crumb from me Cause I'm from the streets of Compton I told em all All them little gangstas Who you think helped mold 'em all Now you wanna run around and talk about guns Like I ain't got none What you think I sold 'em all Cause I stay well off Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad Tryna get this damn label off I ain't havin that This is the millenium of Aftermath It ain't gonna be nothin after that So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap You can have it back So where's all the mad rappers at It's like a jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats Knew that I was strapped wit gats When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch | |
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| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:58 pm | |
| "The Next Episode" (feat. Nate Dogg, Snoop Dogg)
[Snoop Dogg] La-da-da-da-dahh It's the motherfucking D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!) La-da-da-da-dahh You know I'm mobbin' with the D.R.E. (YEAH YEAH YEAH You know who's back up in this MOTHERFUCKER!) What what what what? (So blaze the weed up then!) Blaze it up, blaze it up! (Just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, 'sup Snoop??)
Top Dogg, bite 'em all, nigga burn the shit up D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin' back up And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up Thug niggas drug dealers yeah they givin' it up Lowlife, yo' life, boy we livin' it up Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party for sure Slip my hoe a forty-fo' and she got in the back do' Bitches lookin' at me strange but you know I don't care Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin' my hair Bitch quit talkin', Crip walk if if you down with the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trap Come back, get back, that's the part of success If you believe in the X you'll be relievin' your stress
[Snoop] La-da-da-da-dahh [Dre] It's the motherfuckin' D.R.E. (Dr. Dre MOTHERFUCKER!) [Snoop] La-da-da-da-dahhh [Dre] You know I'm mobbin' with the D-O-double-G
[Dr. Dre] Straight off the fuckin' streets of C-P-T King of the beats you ride to em in your Fleet (Fleetwood) or Coupe DeVille rollin' on dubs How you feelin' whoopty=whoop nigga whut? Dre and Snoop chronicled out in the 'llac with Doc in the back, sippin' on 'gnac (yeah) Clip in the strap, dippin' through hoods (what hoods?) Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood! South Central out to the Westside (wessyde) It's California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang of pub I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club with my jeans on, and my team strong Get my drink on, and my smoke on Then go home with, something to poke on (what's up bitch?) Loc it's on for the two-triple-oh Comin' real, it's the next episode...
[Nate Dogg] Hold up, hey for my niggas who be thinkin' we soft We don't, play We gonna' rock it 'til the wheels fall off Hold up, hey for my niggas who be actin' too bold Take a, seat Hope you ready for the next episode HeyyyeyyyeEYEYyyyEYYYY.... .... smoke weed everyday! | |
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| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 4:59 pm | |
| "Let's Get High" (feat. Kurupt, Hittman & Ms. Roq)
[all together] All these niggaz and all these hoes in here Somebody here gon' fuck! [repeat 4X]
[Hittman] Talkin that, walkin that, spittin at hoes Smokin this, drinkin that, hittin at hoes Fuck this I'm hittin that I'm hittin em both Have one ridin dick, one lickin my toes When I'm lovin these hoes there ain't no love involved No hugs, no kisses, bear rugs, bear britches Rare bitches like to pose in them Black Tail pictures Bitch jumped off my dick, "Is that Dre over there?"
[Dr. Dre] Yeah -- I just took some Ecstasy Ain't no tellin what the side effects could be All these fine bitches equal sex to me plus I got this bad bitch layin next to me No doubt, sit back on the couch Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out Laid the bitch out, then I put it in her mouth Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out
[Kurupt] Come on let's get high (hiiiiigh..) let's get high (hiiiiigh..) Come on let's get high (hiiiiigh..) let's get high, all my ladies let's get high (hiiiiigh..) high (hiiiiigh..) Let's get high (hiiiiigh..) Come on let's get high
I make the four hop [hydraulic sound] pull up at the spot Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel Stompin in the party, Kurupt, Young Gotti I'm fuckin somethin in this bitch, hit em with some gangsta shit Put somethin in your mouth bitch real tasty I'm lookin real sauce in my gangsta-ass Casey's Hit the party, ease up, Kurupt with an ounce an' got all the hoes in this motherfucker bouncin [hydraulics] Down to..
YO WHATTUP SCRAM JONES? Mel-Man what's crackin? Whassup wit all these ol' punk ass hoes in here?
[Ms. Roq] Nigga WHUT??! I'm a hustlin bitch! I like them get rich niggaz, them hit the switch niggaz Niggaz bout the sex and which bitch to hit next while I'm kickin my game and collectin them checks Got all y'all niggaz vexed to fuck this triple-X rated hoe You say you ain't eat it - you ate it though And uhh, Roq don't stop, can't be droppin no drawers To the niggaz how you figure got you shittin in yours Yeah, little dicks always runnin they mouth While a bitch is better off to masturbate and be out All you bitches up in here know what I'm talkin about Get the loot, get the ice, fuck the wife, no doubt Tryin to live lavish, marry a big dick and stay carried Holla back at them niggaz that hollered at me Pop the Cris', whip the six and shit and have all y'all niggaz limp when I twist my shit Yeah! Bitch ass niggaz! | |
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Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:01 pm | |
| "Bitch Ass Niggaz" (feat. Snoop Dogg, Hitman & Six-Two)
[Dre] Some good-ass weed!
[Snoop Dogg] Check it out Dogg; this game is a motherfuckin trip man Word on the streets Everybody always tryin to run up on me hollerin about word on the street is dis nigga said dis.. Man I don't give a FUCK about what that nigga said man! That's what's wrong with you niggaz, you niggaz is just like bitches Hoe-ass niggaz, talk too motherfuckin much (speak) Study your own, get your own -- yahmsayin? Be independent nigga - BEOTCH!
[Dre] Yeah [Snoop] Bitch niggaz (bitch niggaz).. Bitch niggaz (bitch niggaz).. Bitch-ass niggaz (beotch).. [both] BITCH NIGGAZ (bitch niggaz).. [Snoop] Yeah I'm talkin about you (beotch).. [Dre] Bitch niggaz [Snoop] and you too (beotch)..
[Snoop Dogg] Hmm.. Dogg.. I meet mo' bitch niggaz than hoes - look here And I really don't know, but that's just how it go (damn) Dogg - so many niggaz like to keep up shit And just like a bitch (beotch) niggaz be talkin shit (nigga) Smilin in my face and then they blast me in the back (ka-ka-ka-ka-ka) Niggaz stay strapped from way back, cause payback..'ll make niggaz wanna pop that shit If you ain't ready for the game (uh-uh) nigga stop that shit We rock that shit, my nigga Dre, drop that shit (right) No mo' talkin, I'm walkin and I'm poppin the clip Glock on the hip, set-trippin dippin an' shit If you act like a bitch (nigga) nigga you get smacked like a bitch
[Snoop] Bitch niggaz, bitch niggaz (bitch niggaz)
[Dr. Dre] These niggaz don't know what the fuck is goin on Yo Dogg, check it kick back Let me holla at these niggaz for a minute..
Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity The aggravated, makin these punk muh'fuckers hate it COMPTON is the city I'm from Cain't never leave the crib without a murder wea-pon Huh, I cain't live my life on broke no mo' And most of these fools ain't shit but cutthroats They smile in a nigga face - and for what? They got the game fucked up, and want my thang fucked up I done learned a lot, seen a whole lot The top notch nigga, I'm fiendin for that spot Now peep game on what Six-Deuce told me
[Six-Two] These niggaz after yo' paper, Dr. D.R.E. (what?) And these punk-ass hoes is lookin for dough You gotta watch your homeboys, cause a nigga never know Oh, they'll be around, but when yo' paper get low Just like Master P said, "There Dey Go, There Day Go" Bitch niggaz... uh-huh...
[Dr. Dre cuts and scratches] "attention all personnel" "stop scheamin, and lookin hard" - [Audio Two] "stop scheamin, and..an, and..an-an, and..and lookin hard"
[Dr. Dre] Bitch nigga, a bitch nigga Bitch nigga, HELLA bitch nigga Youse a bitch nigga, motherfucker bitch nigga A bitch nigga.. a bitch nigga
[Hitman] I know yo' type, so much bitch in you, if it was slightly darker lights was little dimmer my dick be stuck up in yo' windpipe! Hmm, you'd rather blow me than fight, I'm from the OLD SCHOOL like Romey Rome homey yo, you owe me the right to slap you, like the bitch that you are, that wanted to cap you every since you was mad doggin me with that bitch in yo' car Fool [singing] "Who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff" Man, you shit on Hit, get yo' shit bust; plus pistol-whipped, cover it up - use yo' bitch's blush Mr. Powder Puff yo', bark ain't loud enough, huh I know chihuahuas that's mo' rah-rah, HA HA I have to laugh Dre, I bet he take bubble baths You don't want no trouble with the Aftermath staff, trust me Doggy Dogg, Diggy Doctor plus me No youse a busta slash hussy, soft as a Hush Puppy Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimen's a bitch nigga!
[Dr. Dre cuts and scratches] "attention all personnel" "stop scheamin, and lookin hard" - [Audio Two] "stop..stop..stop scheamin, and lookin hard" "..op-stop..ah-op-op-stop-sch-sch-scheamin, and lookin hard" "stop scheamin.. an-an.. an-an.. an-and lookin hard" "stop scheamin, and lookin hard" "stop skee-scheamin, and lookin hard" "stop scheamin, and.. and.. and.. stop scheamin, and lookin hard" | |
| | | Casttro V.I.P
Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:02 pm | |
| "Murder Ink" (feat. Hitman & Ms. Roq)
[Hitman] When darkness be closin in I'm motivated, with the howlin wind with a list of chosen men, frozen in sin Knowin that your end is beginnin Swift silent and deadly There's no defendin my plots, I know your every movement For six months I watch, coulda gotchu at your baby's mother's house Even at your down-low weed spot But the backdrop, wasn't flattering enough I didn't want people gathering and stuff [cameras click] Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff Here - puff this here, while I figure which way, to split yo' wig Right now you as nervous, as a Farmer John pig As I dig into my tragic bag, take out the HK Twist on the silencer, insert the thirty-shot mag (WHOOSH) Bullet stuck to his brain like a mack Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet
This is anybody MURDERAHHH to fuckin everybody MURDERAHHH Nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed This is anybody MURDERAHHH Motherfuckin everybody MURDERAHHH Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed
[Ms. Roq] Peeped all the stash drop and exchange of the dough Lurkin through the turf, think how I'ma just work Give em chase to the crib and yo he properly laced Stepped out the car, put my steel, to the side of his face Murder - this the fuckin Case, rob this nigga and shake the fuckin spot cause in a few it's gon' be crawlin with cops! Who's the bad bitch now, you crept on, paid the piper Who'da thought a sexy bitch could be a murderous sniper Detrimental to your health, shoulda learned yo' lesson But it's too late nigga bye-bye, better count yo' blessings I been watchin you watchin me, yeah you ballin Was, nigga now you finger fucked and steady fallin A thug wit no love, but bitch niggaz die fast Thug niggaz die young - oh what you thought you would last? Blast two shots to the dome, slide back to the pad and jack my nigga off, til his dick get soft Resume the wifey boo shit, cause yo my man don't know that his bitch is straight ill, servin ass with fo'fo' (KABOOM)
I'm a motherfuckin MURDERAHHH Bitch disses anybody MURDERAHHH Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed I'm a motherfuckin MURDERAHHH Uhh bitch disses anybody MURDERAHHH Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH uh, uh, for real You'll fuck around and get killed! [echoes] | |
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Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:03 pm | |
| "Ed-ucation" (feat. Eddie Griffin)
[Eddie Griffin] Aww they say uhh.. .. a black man is a pimp Well let me tell you the biggest pimp on planet motherfuckin Earth, is her momma It's her MOMMA that told her, "Get a man that got a good job gurl! Make sure he got a good car gurl! Make sure he can take you out and buy you somethin gurl!" What happened to just fallin in love with a nigga with a bus pass -- -- just cause you love the nigga? But +I'm+ the pimp motherfucker! I gotta be the player!
Biggest hoes, on planet Earth.. .. are walkin through the motherfuckin neighborhood You KNEW when you got with the nigga he already had a woman You knew he already had a family but you fucked him anyway!!! And then when you thought you gon' lose the nigga you went and got pregant - didn't you bitch, DIDN'T YOU!! THE OL' KEEP A NIGGA BABY And then when the nigga ain't around, what do you tell the child? "Aww that nigga ain't shit, that's why yo' daddy ain't here; cause that nigga ain't shit." How bout bein a woman, and tellin the kid the truth that yo' momma, you was a hoe! TELL THE KID! Momma was a hoe, I was weekend pussy I had you to keep the nigga, it didn't work out that's why he ain't here - but he a good nigga cause he take care of his REAL family I was just a dumb bitch, tryin to keep, a nigga that I wanted | |
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Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:04 pm | |
| "Some L.A. Niggaz" (feat. Defari, Xzibit, Knoc-Turn'al, Time Bomb)
[MC Ren] Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker (West West y'all) Yeah, L.A. niggaz L.A. niggaz rule the world nigga Y'all niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin? Niggaz don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin? But this shit come all the way back around here My nigga Dre, droppin heat box on y'all bitch-ass Yaknahmsayin? You gotta recognize L.A. niggaz, connected all over the motherfuckin world, nigga Recognize this
[Time Bomb] Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag G'd from the feet up Blued up from the Zoo, a pi' grew up Loc'n, smokin and drinkin til we threw up (threw up) At ?? Park, taggin, hittin fools up Ditchin my class, just to fuck yo' school up You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up But don't sleep, y'all niggaz quick to shoot you Now there's another motherfucker with no future But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever, dope like Cuba Got em jumpin [King T starts speakin, indecipherable]
[King T] I'm comin "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha Picture this, Dr. Dre twistin wit Tha Liks and Hittman bought a fix Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch Here it tick tick tick tick (BOOM) Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic Weed and cocaine sold seperate, check it From sundown to sunup -- clown done run up The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what?
[Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al, Kokane]
We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and back heat Requirements for survival each day -- in L.A.! It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way -- in L.A.!
[Hittman] Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move They call me Hitt - cause I spit like gats do cock me back Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you Blast you, for that set you claim (where you from?) Mash on you for your turkish chain, C.K. B.K. Blued up or flame, I ran wit a gang I helped niggaz get, jacked for they Dana Dane's My pants hang below my waistline I look humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah) I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline don't waste my time Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass bitches Hawaiian thai, drive-by, six-fo's on switches
[Xzibit] I was raised in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF' Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood Slugs for the fuck of it Anybody hatin on us can suck a dick If I catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor Better than yours, drivin away gettin head from a whore It's AvireX-to-the-Z Fuckin with me might get you banned from TV, cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your health like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself
[Defari] Five in the mornin, burglars at my do' Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer Let em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo' and bruise by the case SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings Haters fold the style, but can't find no openings
[Chorus]
[Outro] In L.A.
That's how we ride [4X]
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| | | Casttro V.I.P
Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:05 pm | |
| "Housewife" (feat. Kurupt & Hittman)
[Chorus: Kurupt]
Now this this is one of them occasions where the homies not doin it right I mean he found him a hoe that he like But you can't make a hoe a housewife And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end a bitch is a bitch, but a Dogg is a man's best friend So what you found you a hoe that you like But you can't make a hoe a housewife (wife)
[Dr. Dre] I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip (Where the fuck is my money?) I cannot G guilty You pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that be filthy She on the dillzy, I take advantage All up in them panties, I got this bitch speakin Spanish I'm mannish - get yo' nails out my back Slut I'm bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' cat Learn the player rules, this is how I play a dude Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin shoes Dollar signs are folded, I can't control it Tryin to leave her, beeper just exploded She sweatin me, won't let me, broad turned fraud Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin tricks huh Man it's a trip I don't trip I'm in yo' Lexus flexin I left her up in Dallas, Texas - assed-out
[Chorus]
[Hittman] Naw hoe is short for honey, almost had her Wailin like Bunny Tellin tales of bein pregnant, catchin Norstrom sales with abortion money I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when I shot at her Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe's erotica Exotic - she's psychotic, rockin his Nautica Soon he'll need antibiotics (sucka bitch) Name a sexual disease, she got it like Sam Goody You be like, "Damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?" Fool I pity ya We live in the city off, ballers with more bouncin than a Zapp, she will doo-wah-diddy-ya Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her to the Hotel, Niko, on some Sauve shit like, Rico That's when I caught a Vision like Coleco A high-post hoe, a perfect way for me to keep dough Huh, have her sellin ass on Bronson Ave. and Pico
[Kurupt] At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the Holiday Inn (say what nigga?) I said if that bitch keep fuckin up (beotch) then we'll fuck her friends I said I dip, dive, what can I say? Niggaz need to stop fuckin with O.J. Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang crip And bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks I had to dream of hoes, I had to scream at hoes I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes Lil' Almond Joy, I truly enjoy if you blew my balls, right through my drawers Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot From the way she was blowin, I know she does it a lot I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters The hoe started callin when I started boss ballin Gimme some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh) Gimme some cash, pass it to Daz Pass it to Snoop, or pass it to Nate Hoes eat dick like eggs and steak That ain't shit new, I thought you knew (what?) I knew you would, you wish you could break a G down, break me down But I'ma see you on the rebound (what what?) D.P. style
[Chorus]
[door slams]
[D.O.C.] Lil' 1/2 Dead
[1/2 Dead??] Lil' 1/2 Dead the money jumped out to say ol' Snoop Dogg on the look out boy?
[D.O.C.] Yeahhh
[some hoe] He gotta be MORE than 1/2 Dead if he don't fill my motherfuckin drink up!
[1/2 Dead??] Or fill your motherfuckin mouth up
[D.O.C.] Ahhhhhh-HAHAhahahahAHAHH
[some hoe] I don't think so!! | |
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Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:06 pm | |
| "Ackrite" (feat. Hittman)
[Hittman] It's fuckin ackrite Question is - can I get some? Knahmsayin? Ackrite bitch When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, youknahmsayin? When I yank you by the fuckin perm don't be lookin at a nigga crazy Just get with the digits and be the fuck out, youknahmsayin? Let me break it down for y'all
It was just one of those days when I wanted to catch sunrays Fun to get blunted on a Sunday, afternoon Nigga ? got room, grab the gat for misbehavors and the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes Zoom-zoom like the Commodores Wonder will we have drama or, end up clownin whores Around the full good-to-go girls like them ?? girls, ridin shotgun, baby I be postin all-world in the ride Sippin 151 that gave me too much pride to back down Soon as we get to the beach I'ma put my fuckin mack down I'm playin lead, not the background It's time to put Bronson on the map now Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite I'ma have to ack-wild
[Chorus: sung by Hittman]
Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, cause niggaz don't fight Sucker free for life, so you better think twice (Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite) I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like Snatchin up your honey for some late night hype And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite (Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right)
[Hittman] Uhhhhh.. drink kickin in, I'm stimulated For those that don't know big words, I'M FUCKIN FADED Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded spot Our first spot was cool til some gangsters made it hot Now we plot and pose plus we watchin hoes, with lots of flesh exposed gettin swarmed by those type of niggaz with no game but brown-nose So I impose only like pros can "Yo, is this your man?" "No." Grab the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman." Bling! Gold chain gleam "You're very eligible for my summer league team." Maybe too extreme cause the sister got steamed Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethern I got mad spit flame on the name Stefan, tattooed on her arm Hoe you ain't the bomb, must be a dyke witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite
[Chorus (minus the word "Aight" both times)]
[Hittman] Frontin on the ack-rite, causin me to act up Good Samaritan save that hoe from gettin slapped up My homies crack up at the scene I made Yo my actions ain't serene when a nigga's on fade If it wasn't for the one-time brigade I woulda sprayed at the hooker tramp As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break camp Make tracks, where else can we go to take hoes from fake macks {*CAR HORN*} aiyyo, chase them girls in that black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her neckbone, lookin back at us Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's plush They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in touch Keep it on hush without the tip-in Mackin interrupted by some niggaz set-trippin Clip in the strap, I showed these niggaz how to act | |
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Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:07 pm | |
| "Bang Bang" (feat. Knoc-Turn'al & Hittman)
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
[Dr. Dre] Everyday it's the same thang, L.A. ain't changed Niggaz still playa hatin, but Dre ain't changed I'm just a lot smarter now cause these niggaz is bangin ten times harder now Niggaz ringin they ass up in the wrong part of town Better turn they car around Rollin the window down (Em: Hey can we talk it out?) (Hitt: NAH GET THE FUCK OUT!) Johnny got a shotgun and he ain't even strong enough to cock one Fuck tryin to job hunt Niggaz got AK's, niggaz is way crazier than Dre was back in his N.W.A. days Niggaz spray strays and shoot without lookin Niggaz walk by and blast without leavin a footprint I think the attitudes are twice as worst It takes half the time to get your life reversed Always tryin to play Rambo with they ammo Make a nigga wanna stay in family mode
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!!
[Knoc-turn'al] Late nights is full of led that whistles as it goes by Murder arrives, anytime Bullets take flight when the fo'-five ignites Some hearts skip a beat, some get blew out, and every light put you in the site of youngsters with automatics Bustin on shit to lay everything down even tourists and non-affiliates These days, gun play is official with green lights on every block Know the sign tells you too it's not best to stop On every corner, Cali niggaz are dumpin You'll be shakin your soul loose from the box at the coroner's Makin death not so foreign to ya Niggaz got Rugers and M-14's with enough, ammo to leave an armored truck swiss cheese I've learned to stay away from house parties I've seen too many go and end up absent without leavin Ain't no, warm welcomings, my eyes have witnessed the bend in on Nights that don't sleep, and fireworks until dawn
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
[Hittman] Now tell me - what the fuck is this man? Niggaz doin brothers in worse than the Klan Can't even stand, in front of your buildin and chill without yieldin, twelve-year-old children that kill blood spillin, thugs be illin, unnecessary slugs fillin the sky, usually drillin the one that wasn't willin to die, yes sir in the Killing Field I got my, life preserver And I'll do my time for murder, these niggaz got the nerve to question me - bout the colors that I got on? Now see that red dot on your knot Bout to get your whole crew shot on A Soldier of Fortune, I'm the wrong nigga to plot on Took him out on the spot before he even got on my hitlist -- peep this I cock back, you bow down Bust round, bloody the ground, retaliation sounds like this
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! | |
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Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:08 pm | |
| "The Message" (feat. Mary J. Blige, Rell)
[Dr. Dre] This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P. .. [Mary J. Blige sings in the background] .. A message to God .. [Mary J. Blige sings in the background] ..
[Dr. Dre] Since you finishin em early, what posessed you to start him? We made a vow - later we'll regret til death do us part Lord, I thought we was made for each other You shouldn't connect those, made to be taken away from each other Now what I'm supposed to do? I'm only half the man that I was I'll never last, cause my better half is up there with you You knew what you was doin when you made us; so with all due respect you coulda forgave him, you didn't have to take him He can take the game with him, cause he defines the word The one who puts the G in it, who you think put me in it? I'm feelin like my whole world is blinded - wonderin why Cryin, pourin out my heart, pourin out liquor behind it We fought like brothers, somethin we never should do We coulda used time spent arguin tellin the truth He had talent too - I had plans on watchin him grow Don't know what hurts more - seein him leave, or watchin him go
[Mary J. Blige] Listen listen listen.. (listen) whoahh (listen) Listen listen listen.. (better listen) whoahh-oahhh-oahhh Listen listen listen.. [harmonizing] Listen.. mmm-mmm-mmm
[Rell + (Mary)] If you wanna know why.. (why I live my life) The way that I do.. (cause I got to get this money) So don't worry about me.. (cause I know my way around) I'm just hustlin everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper
[Dr. Dre] Youse a soldier, you're probably packin heat up there Met up with homies from the street, and got deep up there If you only knew the way I felt before they ruined the crew I thought I learned from Eazy, now I'm goin through it with you We lost a thug, a son, and a father I spoke to your son, the other day, and told him Uncle Dre got him The Lord must be accidentally pulling your file cause I'm still paging you, 911, straight in denial Prayin you get it, but no man can choose the card he was dealt You either quit, or you gon' play it like you get it I done been through all emotions, from in shock, to keepin a poker face to straight breakin down and showin all emotions I'm anxious to believe in real G's don't cry If that's the truth, then I'm realizin I ain't no gangsta It's just not me, but you know I'ma always ride wit you I miss you, sometimes I wish I just died wit you
[Mary J. Blige] Listen listen listen.. (listen) whoahh (listen) Listen listen listen.. whoahh-oahhh-oahhh Listen listen listen.. [harmonizing] Listen.. eyy-eyy-eyy-yeah-yeahh
[Rell + (Mary)] If you wanna know why.. (why I live my life) The way that I do.. (cause I got to get this money) So don't worry about me.. (don't worry, don't worry worry) I'm just hustlin everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper
[Mary J. Blige] yeah, yeah, ahhh-oooh-oahahahhhhh.. listen.. mmmmmmmmmhmhmhmmmmmm.. if you don't know why I.. you gotta listen up right now lis-ten, lis-ten, lis-ten, lis-ten.. oooooooooh... oahahoooohhh ooooha ohhhhh lis-ten, lis-ten ahhhowooooo yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah-ehh-yeah, yeah-ooeooooh yahhooooohahhooooh listen lis-ten, children lis-ten I'm tryin to tell you somethin good Don't get caught up in the hood Yeahhh-hah, yeahhh-hah, aooooooh if you don't know why.. you gotta find out the reason why.. brother.. brother.. | |
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Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:09 pm | |
| "The Wash" (feat. Snoop Dogg)
[Dr. Dre/Snoop Dogg] As the wheels turn city to city, hundreds fold, chronic smoke Twist up another philly (dun dilly) Them niggas still trippin off that old shit (really?) how silly It's a whole 'nother day (yeah yeah) Snoop Dogg (and Doc motherfuckin Dre) Nigga can ya feel this? It's the D-O-double, you don't run up, you won't see no trouble If you caught up in these fuckin streets Who you gon' call when them niggas gettin ready to blast? Yeah, and if that shit's gettin ugly Who you gon' call when them niggas come to gettin ya ass? (I came to get that ass!) Big dittog, push the big hittog Ya hoppin and poppin, how bout you hop up off my bittalls Got(GOT) dirt on my pittaws I(I) broke a few littaws It(IT) really don't matter cause I'm only here to spit on And get on, shit on niggas Do it to 'em D-O-double right on nigga I'm saggin it, baggin it, slang them Dubs You motherfuckers think The Wash is all soap and suds, whassup cuz? If you tryin to get a dub sack, page me The ho's say "D-Loc, you so crazy" Poppin that shit don't phase me I need my chips and the dip it's like gravy Now back to the lecture at hand Perfection is expected and I'm feelin that demand Los Ang, broad day gunnin That ain't no earthquake it's just Dre comin If this shit ain't played, the party ain't bumpin If I don't show up, the ho's ain't fuckin Cali sunshine, come visit Just don't stop at stop signs with bullet holes in it All Star league, you writin Benjamins I handles my business, FUCK fake niggas I sell game a quarter million a track Snoop and the good Doc back with a brand new sack Shit's wrong, money gone, I blast Out of town, out of bounds, no pass Runnin up, talkin shit, get smashed Shoot first, ask questions last Fallin back on that ass, hit the switch and let the ass just drag(zzzt zzt) 2001, 2002 Taz My nigga what you holdin? Step out with the Stacy's and the Snoop Dogg clothing Rollin, with the braids in my hair Crimped out, way pimped out, OH YEAH You gots to pay the cost to beat the boss After all that dirt I gots to get my shit washed
The Wash (ahhhh) The Wash (ahh, ahh) The Wash (ahhhh, ahhh)
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Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:10 pm | |
| "Bad Intentions"
(Super ugly!)
Put your cups up, get your smoke in Baby, we partyin, ain't nobody loc'n Who you provokin, what you want now? Take a look around, it's pimp shit goin down It's a lot of bitches, a whole lot of freaks Top notch hoes, they flock in every week What you wan' do, get your next thrill Take an X pill, how the sex feel? Damn you lookin good, all ten of y'all Wwanna roll (yeaaah!), I'm dickin y'all Keep your face down (ooh), keep your ass up (ohhh) You know what your doin (ooooh), keep that shit movin (yeah) Keep them titties jumpin, keep the Henny comin Every bitch in here need to be touchin somethin I know they like it hot, that's why I keep it hot So how the fuck could they not want a piece of Doc?
[Chorus: Knoc-turn'al] I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm just drinkin, smokin, straight west-coastin Bitches puttin ass in motion, pussy poppin, sex promotin Got a car? [Raise it up] Got a blunt? [Blaze it up] That's your bitch? [On these nuts] Really I don't...[Give a fuck] All I really know your hoe wants to be with me and she ain't playin And what I'm sayin (she creams with me) And screams between the sheets
Soon as the door close I make 'em curl toes, they all wanna get chose We never love y'all, my niggas all macks We sip a lot of Yak, fuck and never call back Pack women in the club until it's pitch black Thugs on their block wonderin where their bitch at Where you think nigga? She with the Aftermath Called her house, she ain't home, she with Aftermath No talkin, fuck how your day go You want dick (yeeeaah!), will bitch say so Don't be shy now, probably the best at it They say a party ain't a party until the west at it Gravitate to the Doc like it's automatic Take your clothes off, make me wanna grab it Turn around with it, make me wanna stab it (yeaah) Time to get it crackin, show me them bad habits (oooh)
[Chorus]
When she's all alone she sneaks out to be with me And what I'm sayin is she ain't playin (she creams with me) And sleeps between the sheets
Yeah, Aftermath, Doc Dre, 5-star surgeon general (yeaaah!) Nocturnal, L.A. Confidential (yeaaah!) What up Infinite, Mohagony droppin the instrumental (yeaaah!) Do the math, Aftermath gets the last laugh (yeaaah!)
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Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:11 pm | |
| "Put It On Me" (feat. DJ Quik, Mimi)
[Dr. Dre] Y'all ready to get dirty? Do y'all really wanna get X-rated? Heh, bottoms up
[Mimi] Just hit me up when you need Sex, endo and Hennessey Won't you just put it on me Undress on yo company (Come on baby) Put it on me Relax and come chill with me Kick back I got what you need Won't you just put it on me
[Dr. Dre] We back, we mack, stay blunted Knee pads, yo hoes they wanted Penthouse two o'clock eleven hundred It aint no fun if I can't reroute your hoes in this direction Swerve in the intersection, I'm done she restin No question, done session Home wreckin, Doc motherfuckin Dre no guessin Nothin less than, I mess when I'm sexin Bang on the block Even Asian bitches like to bang cock Draws drop, she bunny hops On it like a pro, she comes out the clothes
[DJ Quik] But, uh, she flips the dildos Whether in the Pumps, Nikes or the steel toes Dre, you can spot it in the benzos Squawtin real low, got me drivin real slow, she's a real ho And even though her parents spent the fat chip On that private school chip She graduated, got some thug dick and flipped No more checkered sweater, vest and plaid skirts She's out here naked more or less and that hurts But she's in good hands, cause Suga Free palmin He sent her to the Sheraton with Thomas If you need 'em they at 310-629-9755 You hit 'em and they let you know when she's arrived Oh she okay she just runnin an errand With this Portuguese dime piece named Karen Bouncin through the mall, spottin 'em all A sucker for a dick sucker ready to fall For a daughter like yours Got him pattin his pocket and comin out his drawers Layin his jacket on puddles, openin the doors All for what? Because I promised her my name gave her the game and still aint fucked
[Mimi] Just hit me up when you need… Sex, endo and Hennessey Won't you just put it on me Undress on yo company (Come on baby) Put it on me Relax and come chill with me Kick back I got what you need Won't you just put it on me (Come on baby) Put it on me Fuck everybody let's just go (Come on baby) We can get drunk, have some fun and blow some smoke (Come on baby) My spot is close, c'mon lets roll (Don't trip) I'll keep it on a low, ahh
[DJ Quik] Now we just kickin back playin on some PS2 Contemplatin the game Dre and me best do If you feelin froggies then leave when we test you But I'm guaranteein you bitches leavin three less two Never mind what that love and hate one pairs do Y'all just snicker at that hooker when we all pass through Dr. Dre and DJ Quik will probly outlast you You're like see-trough pair of boxers nigga yo ass trough
[Dr. Dre] Bitch, you need some good dick, I got that too Speed bag the clit, leave it black and blue Time of yo live, I got that boo Creep late nights up in hotel rooms We drank, eat shrooms Kill something, crank the volume Fuck in every room You know your home girl want it, Tag team bitch Why you being dick greedy? Tag team bitch When she cums, she drips on mattresses Bedroom time comes I handle shit Wifey caught up me nigga That's yo bitch, that's yo biz That's show biz, that's how hoes is With or without kids Long as you keeping it on a hush she ridin dick Aint been satisfied much, she's been fakin That's why she callin me, guess what she's sayin…
[Mimi] Just hit me up when you need… Sex, endo and Hennessey Won't you just put it on me Undress on yo company (Come on baby) Put it on me Relax and come chill with me Kick back I got what you need Won't you just put it on me (Come on baby) Put it on me Fuck everybody let's just go (Come on baby) We can get drunk, have some fun and blow some smoke (Come on baby) My spot is close, c'mon lets roll (Don't trip) I'll keep it on a low, ahh | |
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Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:12 pm | |
| "Ask Yourself A Question (Bonus Cut)"
[Intro: Kurupt]
Check it out Here's a penny for your thoughts A nicklebag of bliss An M-16 with eighteen clips I'm all set to bust, treacherous Illustrious, homie don't question us
Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question, nigga How many niggaz can I blast on sight?
[Verse One: Kurupt]
I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump I pop pistols, that's all I do I pop one at him and pop two at you I'm illusive, I'ma glock it Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket I rip your pockets of the side of your pants You glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my G-Boy stance How the fuck you make it this far? No matter where you at, or who you are People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car Just from last night you can tell that I'm addicted to the fast life Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle
[Chorus: Kurupt]
Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question How many niggaz can I blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question (Girl: Is it cool to ride) or is it cool to fuck? Just ask yourself the question I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us
[Verse Two: Kurupt]
What you wanna do, penetrate me? Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga? I never thought a nigga would trip off a little piece of ass that he know he could get Any day (any day) and any time (any time) You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork Fish and chips, chips and dip Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti A.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?) Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula. On a creep homie, wake up Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself
[Chorus: Dr. Dre & Kurupt]
Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question How many niggaz can I blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question (Girl: Is it cool to ride) or is it cool to fuck? Just ask yourself the question I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us
[Verse Three: Dr. Dre]
What the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch You gotta put your pistol to the sky, kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz) I thought the same way, back in the days Young, with a lack on daily things Never thought too much, homie, never trip I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks Look out for them niggaz out to catch us So I'ma stay forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga) Niggaz get swallowed in the game I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it Don't blaze the ??? without the top bullet Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons Motherfucker don't ask me for shit Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch
[Chorus: Kurupt]
Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question How many niggaz can I blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question (Girl: Is it cool to ride) or is it cool to fuck? Just ask yourself the question I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us
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Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:13 pm | |
| "Ghetto Fabulous"
[Ice-T] I got juice but I can't stop no ocean liner baby! [Ras] I'm down with you baby, I'm there [Ice-T] Man don't miss this it's gonna be FABULOUS ... [Ras] We ghetto fabulous baby The best food, drink, and women that money can buy
[Verse One: Ras Kass]
Every day of my life is off the ringer That's guaranteed, like a fistfight on Jerry Springer I got the hottest flow to hit the street since lava so holla, we all hustle for dollar dollars From Sac to Houston, New Orleans to D.C. *girls laughing* to beep beep Bangin, catch me with a dimepiece next to me My Body all over Your Body like LSG Neighborhood celeb with the keys to my city like the mayor Rookies askin us how to be a playa Get in where you fit in, and never get your ghetto pass revoked No matter how much money you make Stay true to the game loc, guest list terror clothes in jeans and tennis shoes, breakin your strict dress codes Spit lyrical bricks, thirteen deep so I can be richer than Master P sellin Ghetto D
[Chorus: Mack 10]
Ghetto, fabulous Money make the world go round so let's handle this Ghetto, fabulous Broadcastin live from Los Angeles We ghetto, fabulous Money make the world go round so let's handle this Ghetto, fabulous Broadcastin live from Los Angeles
[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]
You ain't heard of me, you ain't listenin hard enough Started in Compton servin from a ice cream truck Now ten years later whippin a custom Navigator Steppin on your toes playa, stuffin up your alligators I'm ghetto, like Newport cigarettes, feel me Boom bap and slap that ass silly This is for the full time students slash part time strippers And young niggaz, clockin at least five figures Some of us pro atheletes, some of us rap over fat beats Some of us hustle in the streets Twenty deep in Club Nikki's so you know we gots to mingle [???] off a pocket full of singles, huh And it's all bueno, musical mafia like Frank Sinatra Pop a thirteen shot glock to make you Go See the Doctor Ain't nuttin nice From hood to hood, love livin the lavish life
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Ras Kass]
Nigga Stu-B-Doo in the GS, three ooh ooh Playin number two Tekken, zero to sixty in six point seven seconds [tires screech] hangin out the window actin up, chickenheads like "You doin fo' months!" Flexin the Rolex oyster perpetual, thirty-five diamonds across the face, still eatin out foam cups and paper plates We don't call it playa hatin in the nine-eight, it's P.I. That's pass intereference, automatic first down Want Juice like Tupac, then Obey Your Thirst clown Be in the PJ's in NY, rockin DK Mix EJ with OJ, OK, we say "L.A. niggaz got crazy came like John Elway got a superbowl ring" The homies down for whatever, we stack the chedda Swiss bank accounts, and mo' mozzarella fella | |
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Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:14 pm | |
| "Zoom" (feat. LL Cool J)
[Dr. Dre] I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah [repeat 2X]
Yeah, yeah, come on
[LL Cool J] Uh, you know you a freak Before the album went platinum, ya hardly speak And now you're skin grinnin, gassed off the chrome rims and twenty room mansion, I rest my Timb's in Uhh, I feel it how ya shake it Rings in ya belly, I can't take it Toss up your Moet, money make it Last week frontin, tonight butt naked I got the flava, make em Zoom-a-zoom The LL Cool J, [fuck it] give me room Looked up in my eyes as I lowered the boom Twenty thousand freaks packed up in one room, uhh
[Dr. Dre] All I wanna do, is Zoom-a-Zoom Zoom Zoom (Mmmm, whatchu wanna do) Uhh, whatchu wanna do? [repeat 2X]
[Dr. Dre] Once again it's on, can't be home The crime got me in the zone; homies blowin up the celly phone The world knew I had to come once mo' And just to let y'all know, I do my thing and still blow Nuff to burn ten mill' cells, confirmed The most anticipated since Tyson's return So come on everybody let's all get down Cause what we have, is a brand new sound
[LL Cool J] All the mommies in the house gettin live tonight They wanna (Zoom Zoom Zoom, Zoom Zoom-Zoom)
And all my dogs feel the vibe tonight They wanna (Zoom Zoom Zoom, Zoom Zoom-Zoom)
Say what?
[Dr. Dre] All I wanna do, is Zoom-a-Zoom Zoom Zoom (Mmmm, whatchu wanna do) Uhh, whatchu wanna do?
[Dre] All I wanna do, is Zoom-a-Zoom Zoom Zoom [LL] Dre, whatchu wanna do? [Dre] Mr. Smith, it's on you, uh
[LL Cool J] In other words, it's gon' be like that You young boys is blind, I'm seein them cats Evolutionary (what?) Revolutionary and legendary I got a climax waiting for each and every cherry I'm like a narcotic, niggaz is microscopic Dr. Dre and Cool J, is the topic Forever, my lyrics is rough and energetic Them cats is blazin? I don't get it, they cosmetic If shorty wanna step up? I'll twist his neck up You can't get no money battling me; that's like ripping your check up What partna? Take ten paces and turn around That quick, yo' whole ghost town is burnin down (Woooof!) What I spit, manipulates whole clicks Make em conversate on how real niggaz ride my dick It's like a serum, I just can't hear em All them new niggaz poppin new shit, I never fear em
As we proceed To give you what you need Satisfaction guaranteed Work and die Yeah, yeah
[Dr. Dre] I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah [repeat 3X] | |
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Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:15 pm | |
| "No Diggity"
Hey, yeah ya know what? I like the players No Diggity, No doubt Play on play that Play on play that Yo Dre drop the verse
[Dr. Dre] It's going down fad to Blackstreet The homeys got abby collab creations Funk like acne No doubt I put it down never slouch As long as my credit could vouch A dog couldn't catch me, *ass* out Tell me who could stop with Dre makin' moves Attracting honeys like a magnet Giving them ig-asms with my mellow accent Still moving his flavor with the homeys Blackstreet & Teddy The original rump shakers
[Teddy Riley] Shorty get down, good Lord Baby got 'em open all over town Strickly biz she don't play around Cover much grounds Got game by the pound Gettin paid is her forte Each and every day true player way I can't get her outta my mind I think about the girl all the time East side to the west side Push your fat rides it's no surprise She got tricks in the stash Stacking up the cash Fast when it comes to the gas By no means average She's on when she's got to have it Baby your a perfect 10, I wanna get in Can I get down so I can win
[Chorus:]
I like the way you work it (no diggity) I got to bag it up I like the way you work it (no diggity) I got to bag it up (bag it up girl) I like the way you work it (no diggity) I got to bag it up (bag it up) I like the way you work it (no diggity) I got to bag it up
[Blackstreet] She's got class and style Street knowledge, buy the pound Baby never act wild, very low key on the profile Catching villians is a no Let me tell you how it goes Curve's the word, spin's the verb Lovers it curves so freak what you heard
Rollin with the fatness You don't even know what the half is You gotta pay to play Just for shorty bang bang to look your way I like the way you work it Trump tight all day, everyday You're blowing my mind, maybe in time Baby I can get you with my ride
[Chorus]
Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo (hey yo that girl looks good) Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo (play on play on player) Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo (you're my kind of girl) Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo
[Queen Pen] Cuz that's my peeps and we rows "D" Flying first class from NY City to Blackstreet What chu know about me Not a (motha fuckin') thing Cartier wooded frames supported by my shorty Ask for me Icy gleem and pinky diamond ring We be's the baddest click up on this scene Ain't you getting bored with these fake ass broads High shows and proves, no doubt I be diggin' you so Please excuse if I come across rude That's just me and that's how a player's got to be Stay kickin' game with a capital "G" Ask the peoples on my block I'm as real as can be Word is born Faking moves never been my thing So Teddy pass the word to your (nigga) Chauncey I'll be sending a car, lets say around 3:30 Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it's no diggity
[Chorus]
Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo
Yeah, Come on Jackie in full effect Lisa in full effect Nicky in full effect Tomeka in full effect Ladies in full effect Ain't nothing goin' on but the rent Yeah play on play that Play on play on Cuz I like it No diggity, no doubt, yeah Blackstreet productions We out, we out right We out, we out... | |
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Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:16 pm | |
| "Keep Their Headz Ringin"
[Intro:]
Yeah, whattup, this is Dr. Dre The party's goin on Thank God it's Friday
"Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan!" - KRS One" [repeat 4X]
[Chorus:]
Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong ring-gading ding ding dong) [repeat 2X]
[Verse One:]
(Hey you, sittin over there) Say what? (You better get up out of your chair) That's right (And work your body down) Yeahhh... (No time to funk around, cause we gon....) Funk, you, right on up So get up, get a move on, and get your groove on It's the D-R-E the spectacular In a party I go for your neck so call me Blackula As I drain a niggaz jugular vein and maintain to leave blood stains so don't complain Just chill, listen to the beats I spill Keepin it real, enables me to make another meal Still, niggaz run up and try to kill at will But get popped like a pimple, so call me Clearasil I wipe niggaz off the face of the Earth since birth I been a bad nigga, now let me tell you what I'm worth More than a Stealth bomber, I cause drama The enforcer, music flows like a flying saucer Or a 747 jet, never forget I'm that nigga that keeps the hoes panties wet The mic gets smoked, once you hear the beat kick With grooves so funky, they come with a Speed Stick So check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin
[Chorus]
[Verse Two:]
One-two for the crew, three-fo' for the dough Five for the hoe, six-seven-eight for Death Row Mad niggaz about to feel the full effect of intellect So I can collect respect, plus a check Now I fin' to, get into to, my mental will take care of this business I need to attend to, cuz my rent's due And this rap shit's my meal ticket So you god damn right I'm gonna kick it, or get evicted I bring terror like Stephen King A black Casanova, runnin niggaz over like Christine When I rock the spot with the flavor I got I kick plenty of ass, so call me an astronaut As I blast past another nigga's ass that thought he was strong But I smoke him like grass, just like Cheech and Chong When I flow, niggaz know, it's time to take a hike Cause I grab the mic and flip my tongue like a dyke I got rhymes to keep you enchanted Produce a smokesscreen with the funky green to keep your eyes slanted So check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
Debonairre with flair, I scare wear and tear without a care, runnin shit as if I was a mayor But I ain't no politician, no competition Sendin all opposition to see a mortician I'm up front, never in the back drop Step on stage and get faded just like a flat top Your rhyme sounds like you bought em at Stop N Go Dre came to wax you so, just call me Mop N Glow Many tried to, but just can't rock with I'm 6-1, 225, a pure chocolate Your chances of jackin me are slim G Cause I rock from summer til Santa comes down the chimney Ho ho ho, and so, as I continue to flow Cause yo, I'm just a fly negro So, check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin | |
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Numri i postimeve : 234 Registration date : 18/01/2009
| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:16 pm | |
| "U Better Recognize"
[Verse One: Sam Sneed (Dr. Dre)]
(I heard Sam was going solo) God damn, you didn't know so, well I can blast fast so freak an ill type of slow flow. I'm hitting harder than Berry Boss so check the golden child, throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild. But truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off niggaz proper, did dirt, did West cause I clown coppers (yeah). Do hip-hop, rap, compose 'em most, I couldn't see me, mad advanced and my skills are all about the dollar bills. From Pittsburgh to Cali dropping bombs like that, was on the D.L. with the squad so I couldn't hold it back. Black, I regulate I buzz a big gate figure, mobbing with the ill nigga, with his finger on a bigger trigger. Serving all (saps), hitting sevens on the (simps), making do', eating shrimps, locing with some real pimps (yeah). So peep game, best believe I love my peeps that's why I make the type of music you can pump in your jeeps (that's right). So buck my sound, I put it down for the underground, I got the women cause I'm slamming, jamming. Got it going on this time for this new producer to rise, so open your eyes, I think you better recognize.
[Hook: Dr. Dre (Sam Sneed)]
Once again it's the man with the masterplan, they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [2x]
[Verse Two: Sam Sneed (Dr. Dre)]
I remember days on the blocks where I slang slung played punk cops and mad props cause I ran with hard rocks (yeah). From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?), them build up enough Luther by keys. No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own to pulling capers I'm a sneaky slick nigga, I never had to pull the trigger (right). I mack, and on top and that I'm used to staying wicked with just 24-7, you can ask my ex-hooker. But now I'm on some new improved shit, making hits, stacking chips, now everything's legitimate. I flipped the scrip a long time ago, on the five-o, when I had to scope with this new way to make my cash flow (uhm). Yes indeedy, I wasn't greedy, got my niggaz out the gutter, now they're rolling with the Sam Sneezy. Hip hop fanatic causing static in the industry, these whack creators, I call 'em imitators (ah yeah). Been trying to see me, but see I'm unexplainetory, with the fame and glory, that's why I gotta tell my story. With no disguise, a lot of niggaz despise, because I'm on an uprise, so I think you better recognize.
[Hook: Dr. Dre (Sam Sneed)]
Once again it's the man with the masterplan, they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [2x] (Think you better recognize) [2x]
[Verse Three: Sam Sneed (Dr. Dre)]
Well I'm back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy, so fire up a blunt let's have an end of the sanity. Crazy shot outs giving pounds to all my niggaz, hitting all the hookers by the dozen, cause they dig us (trick). Fuck what you've heard, recognize what you be seeing, it's time to earn truth to the game human being. I'm that little bass nigga trying to get mine, fuck a nine, cause I'll incline with the mastermind. I got my crew in my corner so I can't loose, cause I'm paying mad douze in this record biz, I don't snooze. And suckers be popping at those idiotic egosytible type of flimflam, I can't be faded Sam-am. Playing with the hustlers never dealing with the knucklehead bollers, cause boys play with toys and scholars play with dollars. I'm a mack of my own right, plus my game is tight, baby get it right, I ain't the one, so take flight. Bitches give my mad rep, nothing but the brazen off tempo, thinking they can get my loot, I never trip to knock the boots. I gotta be wise, when time to dip between the thies, all eyes on the price, so I think you better recognize.
[Hook: Dr. Dre: (Sam Sneed)]
Once again it's the man with the masterplan, they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [2x] Once again it's the man with the masterplan, they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [2x] | |
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| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:18 pm | |
| "California Love"
California love!
[1]-California...knows how to party California...knows how to party In the citaaay of L.A. In the citaaay of good ol' Watts In the citaaay, the city of Compton We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!
[Verse One: Dr. Dre]
Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat the state where ya never find a dance floor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes ever since honeys was wearin sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way Dre puttin it down for Californ-i-a [repeat 1]
[2]-Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it mama Shake it Cali Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it shake it shake it...
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
Out on bail fresh outta jail, California dreamin Soon as I stepped on the scene, I'm hearin hoochies screamin Fiendin for money and alcohol the life of a west side playa where cowards die Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right) Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews Famous cause we program worldwide Let'em recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrands Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it's west side So you know the row won't bow down to no man Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of L.A. From Oakland to Sacktown The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love! [rpt 1]
[dre] now make it shake...
[rpt 2]
[Outro: Dre, 2Pac]
uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha Frisko, Frisko [Tupac] hey, you know LA is up in this Pasadina, where you at yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good [Tupac] even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah
Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side Cause you and I know it's tha best side
yeah, That's riight west coast, west coast uh, California Love California Love | |
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| Titulli: Dr.Dre Lyrics Tue Jan 20, 2009 5:19 pm | |
| "Natural Born Killaz" (feat. Ice Cube)
[Dr. Dre] Journey with me Into the mind of a maniac Doomed to be a killer Since I came out the nutsac I'm in a murderous mindsate With a heart full of terror I see the devil in the mirror BUCK BUCK, Lights out Cause when I get my sawed off Niggaz get hauled off [Ice Cube:] haha barrel one Touches your motherfuckin flesh [Ice Cube:] barrel two Shoots your fuckin heart out your chest You see I'm quick to let the hammer go click On my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine Fool it's your bad time Feel the blast of the chocolate bomber Infra red aimed at your head Like your name was Sarah Conner Decapitatin I ain't hesitatin To put you in the funderal home With a bullet in your dome I'm hot like lava You got a problem? I got a problem solver And his name is revolver It's like a deadly game of freeze tag I touch you with a 44 mag And your frozen inside a boddy bag Nobody iller Than this graveyard filler Cap peeler Cause I'm a Natural Born Killa
[Ice Cube] Terror illistrates my era Now I cant hang around my momma Cause I scare her I'm quick to blast motherfucker [Dr. Dre:] yeah what's up It feels like I'm bustin a nut When I open you up Cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist All you weak motherfuckers give my ring a kiss Cause I'm givin dirt naps Comin with them bomb ass raps To make your lungs collapse Perhaps, you never sleep Cause evertime you doze You catch blows to the motherfuckin nose Ain't seen the sun, in 66 days Let me count the ways in a fucked up maze I never ever ever made a hoe stay But I'm down with Dre Like AC is down with OJ So fuck how your livin I'm the unforgivin Psycho drivin Murdera It's authentic Don't panic I can't stand it God Damn it Scizophrenic So fuck Charlie Manson I'll snatch him out of his truck Hit 'em with a brick And I'm dancin
[RBX] Mass Murderer, Natural Born Killla, And I don't wanna die I DON'T WANNA DIE I DON'T WANNA I DON'T WANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DIE!
[Ice Cube] I dont understand the logic in my dreams But I understand I like the sound of Sireens Terrified screams from the streams Of Strycnine Dumpin on any motherfucker tryin to trick mine Cause motherfuckers wanna violate Now they stiff and cold And they pupils won't dialate IT'S SO MUCH PAIN MIGRAINE Headache I can hear his bones break He steps in the single door Gets his ass whipped with 20 lashes Like that dude up in Singapore So I'm a pull a fuckin Jeffrey Dahmer Now I'm suicidal, just like Nirvana
[Dr. Dre] Tic Toc Toc Tic Toc Tic Dr. Dre and Ice Cube on some murderous shit Keepin niggaz in order Makin there live shorter Ready to slaughter Cause to me a life ain't worth a quarter Or a dime Mushroom's got my mind Hallicinatin Ain't no debatin I'm creatin an escape Route to be out without a doubt Scot Free, so don't even think about tryin to stop me Cause I can't wait I'm out the gate On the for realla A thrilla Or a Natural Born Killa
[Ice Cube] Gi-Gi Gi-Gi Ga-Ga They call me Da-Da 6 million ways to murder choose one Lose one soul Bodies turn cold Natural fright from niggaz goin bump in the night
Should I peely Should I kill her in my iller Then a Natural Born Killa [repeats 3x] | |
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