Get It lyrics - Dr. Dre (feat. Sly Pyper)
I don't think you get it (Little nigga)
But I'ma show you how to get it (Little nigga)
Tell mama don't be mad how you get it (Get it, get it)
If you don't know, money makers rule the world, so come with us
I don't think you get it (Little mama)
But I'ma show you how to get it (Little mama)
If you don't know, money makers rule the world
Math class, scientifics, study, yo
I see niggas lie to theyself, they probably think they lying to me (Get it?)
You incapable of becoming what you're trying to be (Get it?)
I heard it all, "I'ma do this, I'ma do that (Get it?)
I'ma cop a Phantom and show up with a new six-pack (Get it?)
I'ma fuck that nigga bitch, I'ma give me a chain (Get it?)
I'ma rap and blow the roof off this hip-hop game (Get it?)
I'ma sling a couple beats, get rich like you
Dre ain't the only nigga with tracks, I got heat too"
That shit might happen if you fucking work as much as you talk (Get it?)
Get some money and you blow it 'cause you're trying to floss (Get it?)
Your lifestyle don't support that, you 'bout to fall off (Get it?)
I've seen it a million times, I know how it go, dawg
I don't talk, I be about it, want it? I'ma see about it (Get it?)
Love, money, ain't a day in life you gon' see me without it (Get it?)
I'm a fucking millionaire, nigga you can read about it
Came to take the crown back and I will not leave without it
I don't think you get it (Little nigga)
But I'ma show you how to get it (Little nigga)
Tell mama don't be mad how you get it (Get it, get it)
If you don't know, money makers rule the world, so come with us
I don't think you get it (Little mama)
But I'ma show you how to get it (Little mama)
If you don't know, money makers rule the world
Math class, scientifics, study, yo
I see you niggas on the corner tryna (Get it)
Bitches say, "Fuck school" and start stripping tryna (Get it)
I remember in Compton saying, "Mama, I'ma" (Get it)
Even after the bullshit and drama, I'ma (Get it)
Nigga, Dre got AKs and Llamas, you can (Get it)
I don't care where it's at, if I want it, I'm gonna (Get it)
'Cause at the end of the day when the sun go down
And the man in the mirror is the only nigga around
I thank myself 'cause I push me to go (Get it)
Told my team, "Work hard, stay down, we gon'" (Get it)
Now they ain't gotta take my word for it 'cause they (Get it)
Now they dreams ain't dreams no more, they wake up and they live it
I can't say, "Everybody made it," because they didn't (Get it)
Some niggas work hard, while other niggas bullshitting (Get it?)
It's fucked up to me but I can't change it
If you ain't 'bout shit, nigga, I can't save you
But I'm gon' get it
I don't think you get it (Little nigga)
But I'ma show you how to get it (Little nigga)
Tell mama don't be mad how you get it (Get it, get it)
If you don't know, money makers rule the world, so come with us
I don't think you get it (Little mama)
But I'ma show you how to get it (Little mama)
If you don't know, money makers rule the world
Getting cash is the ticket, math class, scientifics, study, yo
Get it? Get it? Get it? Get it? Get it? Get it?
Get it? Get it? Get it?
Get it? Get it?
Get it? Get it? Get it?
Keep Their Heads Ringin' lyrics - Dr. Dre
Yeah, what up, this is Dr. Dre
The party's going on
Thank God it's Friday
(Buck buck buck buck booyakasha!)
(Buck buck buck buck booyakasha!)
(Buck buck buck buck booyakasha!)
(Buck buck buck buck booyakasha!)
Keep their heads ringing!
(Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
Keep their heads ringing!
(Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
Hey you! Sitting over there
Say what?
(You better get up out of your chair)
That's right
(And work your body down)
Yeah
(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 "Blacula"
As I drain a nigga's jugular vein
And maintain to leave blood stains, so don't complain
Just chill, listen to the beats I spill
Keeping it real enables me to make another mil'
Still, niggas run up and try to kill at will
But get popped like a pimple: so call me Clearasil
I wipe niggas off the face of the Earth since birth
I've been a bad nigga, now let me tell you what I'm worth
More than a stealth bomber, I cause drama
The enforcer, music floats 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 bringing
The motherfucking D-R-E will keep their motherfucking heads ringing
(Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
Keep their heads ringing!
(Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
1, 2 for the crew, 3, 4 for the dough
5 for the hoes (hoes!) 6, 7, 8 for Death Row
Mad niggas about to feel the full effect of intellect
So I can collect respect – plus a check
Now I fin' to get into my mental
Will take care of this business I need to attend to cause 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, running niggas over like Christine
When I rock the spot with the flavor I got
I get plenty of ass, so call me an ass-tronaut
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, niggas 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 smokescreen with the funky green to keep your eyes slanted
So check the flavor that I'm bringing
The motherfucking D-R-E will keep their motherfucking heads ringing
(Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
Keep their heads ringing!
(Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
If you want to get on down
You gotta get on down
Just get on down
Debonair with flair, I scare wear and tear
Without a care, running shit as if I was a mayor
But I ain't no politician, no competition
Sending all opposition to see a mortician
I'm up front, never in the backdrop
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, I'm pure chocolate
Your chances of jacking me are slim, G
'Cause I rock from summer until 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 bringing
The motherfucking D-R-E will keep their motherfucking heads ringing
(Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
Keep their motherfucking heads ringing!
(Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
Keep their heads ringing!
(Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
Keep their heads ringing!
(Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
Yeah, uh, come on!
If you want to get on down
You gotta get on down
Just get on down
If you want to get on down
You gotta get on down
Just get on down
I know you're bobbing your head
'Cause I can see you
I know you're bobbing your head
'Cause I can see you
You can't see me!
Death Row, let me know you in the house (Bitch!)
Yeah, that's right, we out
Mind Made Up lyrics - Dr. Dre (feat. LL Cool J)
I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it
Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah
I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it
Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah
Uh, you know you a freak
Before the album went "platinum", ya hardly speak
And now you're skin grinning, gassed off the chrome rims and
Twenty room mansion, I rest my Timbs in (yeah, yeah)
Uh, I feel it how ya shake it
Rings in ya belly, I can't take it (nah)
Toss up your Moët, money make it
Last week fronting, tonight butt-naked (butt-naked)
I got the flavour, make 'em zoom-a-zoom (uh, uh)
The LL Cool J (yeah), give me room
Looked up in my eyes as I lowered the boom
(Twenty thousand freaks packed up in one room, uh)
All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom zoom zoom
(Mm, what you wanna do) Uh, what you wanna do?
All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom zoom zoom
(Mm, what you wanna do) Uh, what you wanna do?
Once again it's on, can't be home
The crime got me in the zone; homies blowing 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
Enough 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)
All the mommies in the house getting 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?
All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom zoom zoom
(Mm, what you wanna do) Uh, what you wanna do?
All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom zoom zoom
Dre, what you wanna do?
Mr. Smith, it's on you, uh
In other words, it's gon' be like that
You young boys is blind, I'm seeing them cats
Evolutionary (what?) Revolutionary and legendary
I got a climax waiting for each and every cherry
I'm like a narcotic, niggas is microscopic
Dr. Dre and Cool J, is the topic
Forever, my lyrics is rough and energetic
Them cats is blazing? I don't get it, their 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 partner? Take ten paces and turn around
That quick, yo' whole ghost town is burning down (Woof!)
What I spit, manipulates whole clicks
Make 'em conversate on how real niggas ride my dick
It's like a serum, I just can't hear 'em
All them new niggas popping new shit, I never fear 'em
As we proceed
To give you what you need
Satisfaction guaranteed
Break it down!
(Yeah, yeah)
I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it
Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah
I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it
Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah
I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it
Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah
EP: Grand Theft Auto Online: The Contract (2021)
- Fallin Up
- Gospel (from "GTA Online: The Contract" soundtrack)
- Black Privilege
- Diamond Mind
- ETA
- The Scenic Route
Fallin Up lyrics - Dr. Dre
[Intro:]
(Eyes, only, we gon' see)
(These, eyes, only, we gon' see)
[The Game:]
Yeah, what goes up originally comes down
Let the dollars levitate as the world goes round from the ground Keep fallin' up (Keep fallin' up)
Keep fallin' up (Keep fallin' up)
As I fall up on this sentence so hot (Envy)
Can't feel it unless I put my hand on it like the killer did my money
Keep fallin' up (Keep fallin' up)
Keep fallin' up (Keep fallin' up)
[Dr. Dre:]
Now that I got my shit together, better than ever
These motherfuckers habitualize like steppers
Make a nigga wanna write a Dear John letter
Hm, make her disappear, had to get the Penn and Teller
A best seller, interstellar, good fella
This a long kiss goodnight, ciao, bella
My Airforce Ones steppin' on that Air Force One
Leavin' fuckin' footprints on the sun
Thirty-six shots and I only just begun
One man band soundin' like a hundred drums
Make that ass clap back, rum-pum-pum-pum
Give it to me raw, that shimmy-shimmy, all that
Brand new Ford Mach, this is what you call that
You don't see that caution tape? Nigga better fall back (Heh)
I got Hov on the line, I gotta call back
Life's a bitch, and I'm takin' off the ball strap
[Cocoa Sarai:]
Well, they don't make real niggas like (These)
Gone with it, bitch, you could see it in my (Eyes)
Post somethin' for them real motherfuckers (Only)
Oh, you a boss in this motherfucker? (We gon' see)
No, they don't make 'em like (Me)
Envy is a motherfucker, see it in they (Eyes)
Private invitation, this is members (Only)
Fuck what you thought, niggas love to talk (We gon' see)
[The Game:]
Yeah, what goes up originally comes down
Let the dollars levitate as the world goes round from the ground Keep fallin' up (Keep fallin' up)
Keep fallin' up (Keep fallin' up)
As I fall up on this sentence so hot (Envy)
Can't feel it unless I put my hand on it like the killer did my money
Keep fallin' up (Keep fallin' up)
Keep fallin' up (Keep fallin' up)
[Dr. Dre:]
I hit you with no delayin', so what you sayin', yo?
Last nigga that tried to play me was on the radio
Hear we go, light up my career, built off dope
Got everybody rollin' The Chronic, tryin' to smoke
Okay, fuck it, get high
Trendset, deny
Niggas swear they could compete, shit, I just sit by
Put a bunch of motherfucking Crips on the red-eye
Pay to get that ass removed, now that's a goodbye
Allow me to reintroduce myself
It's that same nigga from the bomb city, who else?
Hah, live at the barbecue, genuine article
I'm fuckin' diabolical, you better call a audible
I swarm with the killer bees, yeah, it's time to bring that pain
Shame on the nigga playin' old dirty games
Shoutout to Long Beach, they goin' insane
Dollar signs is the set I claim
[Cocoa Sarai:]
Well, they don't make real niggas like (These)
Gone with it, bitch, you could see it in my (Eyes)
Post somethin' for them real motherfuckers (Only)
Oh, you a boss in this motherfucker? (We gon' see)
No, they don't make 'em like (Me)
Envy is a motherfucker, see it in they (Eyes)
Private invitation, this is members (Only)
Fuck what you thought, niggas love to talk (We gon' see)
[Outro:]
These, eyes, only, we gon' see
Gospel lyrics - Dr. Dre (feat. Eminem)
(from "GTA Online: The Contract" soundtrack)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
What? (Uh) What? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dre, you ready? (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
C'mon (Yo, we gotta do whatever...)
Alright (Check, check, check, check, check)
Get 'em!
Cut 'em undercover, timeless, ready for 'em, progress
Feelin' like I'm just gettin' started
Two shots back for my dearly departed
Uh, you are now dealin' with a monster, boss shit, profits
Doc Dre, bitch, I'm a prophet
Black Wall Street, niggas know where the stock is
Heh, try me, niggas never see me, but it ain't hard to find me
Heh, unwinding, shit's blinding, still grinding, up rising
Agh, stop talking 'bout the past, I'm the future, nigga
Agh, nigga like me still here, motherfucker, go figure
Lookin' for my next gold digger
This summer here gon' be colder than winter
Already told you, I fold you like hundreds of billions
And you can go missing, put that on my children
Bet that, nigga, what? Regret that, run it up
Heh, and I'm about to sum it up
This shit here that problem, livin' at the bottom of a bottle
"Full throttle" my motto, ehh
Fuckin' with me like fuckin' with the lotto
That awful in your nostril, in a brothel, this is gospel
Yeah, I'ma need all that pronto
Yes I, yes I, yes I, ride 'til I die
Give a fuck if you bitches die
Put a motherfucking hole in your face
Back up, bitch, don't even try
I am that motherfucker, been the coldest
Why you on that, no one know us
Overdosed on what dope is (Yeah)
Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did
Like a satanic cult
It's an old ritual slaughtering GOATS, bitch (GOATS, bitch, yeah)
You're fucking with the original, flow's sick
And anybody can get it: COVID (Fuck with that?)
I done wrote shit that was so sharp
I could slit my own fucking throat with it
So rich, I got more chips than my shoulders
And I'm about as approachable as a roach is (Roach is, yeah)
So better steer clear from him
Here comes a nuclear bomb for your eardrums
Lyricism at its most fearsome and fierce
We're on another tier like a tear duct's upper echelon (Yeah)
Your career sucks (Meaning what?), it was sheer luck (Like what?)
Like a fuckin' leprechaun with its beard cut
(Still a) Punisher, weapon drawn with a beer gut (Haha)
You're slower than a Decepticon with its gear stuck
(And I what?) I serial kill, and you're Kellogg's
I love checks and I hate tricks
And you're a fake bitch (Bitch)
I could spot you like you 'bout to weight lift (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm badder than cake mix
(But I) Can't be whipped with egg beaters (Nah)
You cunts must be out of your labias, and God is my alias
So if I don't have faith in me, then it basically makes me an atheist
(Woo) Nate Diaz got the world by the tracheas in a chokehold and a sleeper *snores*
Yeah, and me and Dre are like dog hair (Woof)
We're both in our lab coats like retrievers
But like a Doberman, I'm a whole different breed of (What?)
Animal mutt mixed with a overachiever (Yeah)
Oh, you're the king of rap? You 'bout to be overthrown
Like a pass over the head of an open receiver
This shit could end up comin' to blows like a wiener (Haha)
But I ain't finished puttin' these hoes through the ringer (Nah)
Like clothes in between the two roll is a– wait, no
What I'm in is flow's interwoven, I treat 'em like thread (Why?)
That's how I wound up sewin' machine up
So, fucks if you don't give up me the time to ride or die (Yeah)
'Cause you're either both or you're neither (Yeah)
Throw a middle finger up (Yeah) if you're rollin' (Yeah)
But, me, I'm gonna
Ride 'til I die
Give a fuck if you bitches die
Put a motherfucking hole in your face
Back up bitch, don't even try
I am that motherfucker, been the coldest
Why you on that, no one know us
Overdosed on what dope is
Hip-Hop shit sell better than the coke did
Black Privilege lyrics - Dr. Dre
I'm just standin' here, lookin' at the man in the mirror
You good? Ahah, nigga, I'm great
Ayy, nigga, talk your shit, Doc Dre
Yeah, I see the way the game played
Nigga like me put the hood on that walk of fame
Fingerprints of Eazy-E still stain the brain
Gang-bang relationships, no need to name names
Black Mamba mentality, shit, it's time to ball (Yeah)
All my niggas on the yacht with me amistad (Yeah)
Custom made hip-hop, nigga, watch the roof, cuh
It's a hard pill to swallow, baby, Juice WRLD (Big shot)
Big shot, big shot, now who the killer?
Sendin' pirates to your block, boy, Captain Phillips (Brrat)
Got L.A on my back, boy, it takes a village
We deserve to be on top, boy, black privilege (Uh)
Central Bay fuck up the whole day
Ice Cube sittin' by the Doc, O'Shea (Heheh)
C-notes under the couch with the old face
Shit, I'm headin' to Puffy's house, a million dollars a plate (Blah)
Comin' in, Airforce, Uncle Sam
Quit worryin' about the other man
Pay taxes in rubber bands
Last night, in a chess game
Nigga walked away with a hundred grand
Pussy poppin', billin' shit, killin' shit, Son of Sam
Multi-billion dollar check on you fuckboys
Livin' life, it's your price, I got enough toys
My legacy is undefeated, call that bitch Floyd
I gave my blood to this shit, you welcome, enjoy
Gang money, J money
Yeah, we got plate money
I don't know what's on the way for me
Give a fuck, I stay hungry
No better feelin' in the world than that-
Brinks truck when it's pullin' in
Hit the box like clockwork, y'all talk work, we put it in
What the fuck? (Woo)
I like it like that, baby workin' that back
(Woo, hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo)
She don't know how to act (Yeah)
Say somethin', say somethin'
Shake somethin', shake somethin'
Haha, excuse me while I kiss the sky
I just called a lick, watch me shake somethin' (Shake somethin')
You a thick bitch, better shake somethin' (Shake somethin')
Let's get rich, time to break somethin' (Shake somethin')
Shake somethin' (Shake somethin')
Shake somethin' (Woo)
I'm movin' like a big fish, watch me bake somethin'
Titanic drip, nigga, say somethin'
Fuck them politics and all that fake stuntin'
Shake somethin' (Shake somethin')
Shake somethin' (Shake somethin')
C'mon (Woo)
I like it like that, baby workin' that back
(Woo, hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo)
She don't know how to act (Yeah)
Back with that rat-tat-tat-tat
That dressed in all black
That stepped the fuck back shit (Move)
That grown man shit, it's workin'
That's a bad bitch, that's perfect
That shit right there is worth it
That's my sedative (Yeah)
That's my sedative (Yeah)
H-H-Hol' up, (Hahaha) fuckin' men you are to run this shit back right now, nigga
Right the fuck-, run it back DJ, that's selecta
Run the bloodclat chune
Diamond Mind lyrics - Dr. Dre (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Nipsey Hussle)
Yeah, turn all of our headphones up
Eh, turn that shit up a lil' bit more
Lil' bit more, lil' bit more, lil' bit more, lil' bit more
That's good right there
Uh, we live this Marathon life
'Cause one day we gon' all die
Not a stranger to them hard nights
But when we look up, we see our sky
We see potential in the moment
We used to have to rent, now we own it
No hesitation, we be on it
We get paid to spend these midnights in Paris like we Owen
Wilson, what a feelin', live in it 'cause you built it
Ballin', Spalding, shot it, killed it
This Rollie is the symbol that represent my resilience
The Marathon's my leverage, negotiations was brilliance
Put my feet up on the desk, never
We just re-up to the next level
VVS the nothin' less bezel
I got the ho you lost in four on the sex schedule
I'm busy grindin', baby, nine-to-nine
So she just happy when I find the time
She got a fetish for designer styles
I'm lookin' like I robbed a diamond mine
This crazy life of mine
No happy endings to this life of crime
So this little light of mine
Nigga, I'ma let it shine
Esta vida loca, mija
Esta vida loca, mija (Esta vida loca)
Esta vida loca, mija (Esta vida loca, mija)
Esta vida loca, mija
This crazy life of mine
Can make a grown man cry sometimes
Lookin' up at the sky at night
Prayin' for better days, better times
This crazy life of mine
I've been tryna keep my spirit alive
Smokin' 'za, I'm hopin' that it gets me high
Prayin' for better days, better days
Listen, Doc Dre, you know I don't show up often
Uh, but when I do, I put shit in motion
Motion picture shit, nigga, picture me rollin'
A composer with composure, bitch, I'm Compton's Beethoven
Silhouettes and naked bodies layin' in the sand
Now that's California love, you know who the fuck I am
Still hood, still good, Chucks on my butlers
Soundtrack in every neighborhood and causin' all this ruckus
Mm, Compton bully in this motherfucker (Heh)
Same nigga, same hoodie in this motherfucker
Back in business, oh yeah, this is mass production
So tired of niggas talkin' when they just ballin' on the budget
Still feel like a strugglin' artist and better believe I still love it
Look at my life, shit, I did something right, easy does it (Heh)
I'm just in here jugglin' time
But, for the moment, I'm on it, nigga, tryna get mine
You know the motherfuckin' mountains I climb
This crazy life of mine
No happy endings to this life of crime
So this little light of mine
Nigga, I'ma let it shine
Esta vida loca, mija
Esta vida loca, mija (Esta vida loca)
Esta vida loca, mija (Esta vida loca, mija)
Esta vida loca, mija
This crazy life of mine
Can make a grown man cry sometimes
Lookin' up at the sky at night
Prayin' for better days, better times
This crazy life of mine
I've been tryin' to keep my spirit alive
Smokin' 'za, I'm hopin' that it gets me high
Prayin' for better days, better times
I'm purifyin' my soul
I'm settin' my intentions and I conquer my goals
It's been a long journey, had to hop on the road
It's been a long journey, had to get up and go
It's been a few years since my nigga been gon'
Blew some in the air for my nigga to smoke
I was your dawg, you was my loc, then you turned to the G.O.A.T
"The Marathon Continues" written in bold
ETA lyrics - Dr. Dre (feat. Busta Rhymes, Snoop Dogg & Anderson .Paak)
I think my shit kickin' in
Must be barbeque or somethin'
What's the ETA of the month? (Hahahaha)
On life, nigga, on life
Alright, c'mon, let's get serious
Yeah, been around, versatile, South of France, Rosecrans
Pin 'em up, knock 'em down, baby, I don't hold hands (Woah)
Big booty, little dog, joggin' by Kenneth Hahn
Tryna get her fitness on, bitch, just hop in the car
Uh, I been around, marathon, Compton to Avalon
Me and Anderson, this is like Royal Tenenbaums
No one goes to cinemas, so we on demand
They want a hologram, it's TikTok and dances
Big shot, been the bomb, make me reminisce upon
I remember me and Dogg, swap meet, Dickies on
When was that? In '93? You probably wasn't even born
Dre, I think you need to the trade Range for the 6-4
Shit, I've been going back and forth, Chevy or Aventador
Took a walk in the park, nigga, that's your backyard
Say, Dre, where you get them shrooms with the chocolate?
Shit, the same place that I saw them gods out in Panama
Weave through the weeds, smoke trees where my seeds grow
Let 'em try to press, get shot like a free throw
Aw, niggas want beef 'til they get they fucking teeth broke
I just want peace, they don't want me to be peaceful
You know I'm a king, look at how my Cuban link glow
Gold medallion flow, only second to the Nile
Girls gone wild like them broads up in college
Looking at my child do the same thing that I did
Nigga, where was you in the '80s?
Reaganomics, we sold crack to mothers and they babies
Fiends was running 'round with stolen shit to sell me crazy
But I took some shorts and a couple nicks of crack and gave 'em maybe
Gave this bitch a sample, that's my test tube baby
Tell them fiends we back in town, ice cream pastries
Five-star general bitch, I'm outrankin' 'em
Fiends gave me so much bread, I had to start thankin' 'em
Side hustlers stole some of my dope, I started spankin' 'em
Talked to coke connects in Jamaican accent, Shabba Rankin 'em
If you stole my shit with the nigga that helped you, walk the plank with him
Hmm, bruk him though like a bumbaclot acronym
Shh, look, don't tell your peeps but all of my niggas are after him
Hmm, you're just a bitch, tell me, why you actin' so masculine?
Hmm, who the fuck is he? Tell me, why the fuck is you asking him? (Why?)
And as I'm smoking this branch, watch me pass the limb
I'm only here to collect my blessings, where the pastor been?
Weave through the weeds, smoke trees where my seeds grow
Let 'em try to press, get shot like a free throw
Aw, niggas want beef 'til they get they fucking teeth broke
I just want peace, they don't want me to be peaceful
You know I'm a king, look at how my Cuban link glow
Gold medallion flow, only second to the Nile
Girls gone wild like them broads up in college
Looking at my child do the same thing that I did
The Scenic Route lyrics - Dr. Dre (feat. Anderson .Paak & Rick Ross)
Biggest, the untouchable (Huh)
D-R-E (What's up my nigga? Business is boomin')
Rozay! (Yeah, what?)
Welcome to the playground for the bosses
If you ever counted us out, bitch, you couldn't count
Motherfuckin' absurd amounts
The unthinkable (Go 'head, speak the truth)
I'm makin' pussy niggas push the panic button (Boss)
I'm watchin' all these niggas runnin' out of money
Waterfalls, foreign cars and Italian luggage
Just showing off my war scars and they all love it
I want it all, marble walls and my dogs runnin'
Southside of Compton and did it all from nothin' (Huh)
Above the law, I get a call and we all comin' (Trick)
Once they know I push the button, niggas start runnin' (Bang)
Fuck 'em all, livin' large and we all gunners
I'm still in charge, temper's short with the tall numbers
Expensive calls, still extortin' all the frauds comin'
I could buy the Dodgers with my credit card money
It's a fantasy for niggas on the other side (I say)
I'll be damned if I don't put my family first in line (Family)
Such a tragedy, what happened to them other guys (I pray)
Don't be mad at me, it's just the way the shit designed (Someway)
It's a fantasy for niggas on the other side (I say)
I'll be damned if I don't put my family first in line (Family)
Such a tragedy, what happened to them other guys (I pray)
Don't be mad at me, it's just the way the shit designed (Sing it)
Fantasies for niggas that done fantasized (Fuck 'em)
I got you niggas dancin' like it's Hammer Time (Yes)
In them funny pants, I had a gun in mine (Chea)
LeBron James numbers, go 'head, analyze 'em
Will Smith bitches in the summertime (Woop, woop)
It's still Cali love until they gun me down (Blaow)
I did a verse, he gave your boy a hundred pounds (Woo)
Rozay and Doc Dre, now how the fuck that sound?
They love the candy paint, they wanna see it bounce (Yes)
Ayy, my nigga, I might let down the top and take the scenic route (Yes)
I just wanna mob and maybe stain the house
Bitch, it's Doc Dre, Impalas, bring 'em out (Huh)
It's a fantasy for niggas on the other side (I say)
I'll be damned if I don't put my family first in line (Family)
Such a tragedy, what happened to them other guys (I pray)
Don't be mad at me, it's just the way the shit designed (Someway)
It's a fantasy for niggas on the other side (I say)
I'll be damned if I don't put my family first in line (Family)
Such a tragedy, what happened to them other guys (I pray)
Don't be mad at me, it's just the way the shit designed (Sing it)
Intro lyrics - Dr. Dre
Compton was the American dream. Sunny California with a palm tree in the front yard, the camper, the boat. Temptingly close to the Los Angeles ghetto in the 50's and 60's, it became "The Black American Dream". Open housing paved the way as middle-class blacks flooded into the city. Whites don't buy houses in Compton anymore. Now with 74% of the population, black power is the fact of life. From banks to bowling alleys. But the dream that many blacks thought they were buying has turned sour. Though the mayor and four out of five city councilmen are black, they have been unable to solve the problems of crime and growing welfare which is slowing turning suburban Compton into an extension of the black innercity. Crime is now as high as the ghetto. 47 homicides last year gave Compton one of the highest per capital rates in the country. Juvenile gang activity, muggings, small robberies make some blacks want to leave.
Talk About It lyrics - Dr. Dre (feat. King Mez & Justus)
[King Mez:]
I don't give one fuck
Off the top I wish a nigga would try a nigga
Real shit, y'all counterfeit
Y'all niggas bad business
That's why the game all fucked up
Fuck Glocks, I'm all about Fort Knox, nigga
Ridin' through your neighborhood
Throwin' money out the window like "What!?"
You about the dollar (You know nothin' 'bout it)
Your poor life been without it
My life in the spotlight
Oh no, no, no, I ain't even got to talk about it, talk about it
Hol' up, if you really 'bout it
Tell these mothafuckas we don't even wanna talk about it, what?
[Justus:]
I don't know everything, but one thing, one thing I do know
One thing, one thing I do know (I know, I know, I know)
Is one day I'mma have everything
It was all a dream, it was all a dream (I want it all!)
[Dr. Dre:]
I just bought California
Them other states ain't far behind it either
I remember selling instrumentals off a beeper
Millionaire before the headphones or the speakers
I was getting money 'fore the internet
Still got Eminem checks I ain't opened yet
MVP, shit, this is where the trophies at
D-R-E, yeah, this is where the dope is at
The world ain't enough, I want it all
Goddammit, I'm too old, I forgot I got it all
But Andre young enough to still get involved
And Andre still young enough to say fuck y'all
Fuck you, fuck you, and you in the corner too
If you wanna beef, make sure that that's somethin' you wanna do
There's some missin' people that felt that way too
[Justus:]
I don't know everything, but one thing, one thing I do know
One thing, one thing I do know (I know, I know, I know)
Is one day I'mma have everything
It was all a dream... It was all a dream... (I want it all!)
[King Mez:]
What the fuck was y'all thinking?
You let the wrong young nigga link with a legend
'Lotta new niggas talking crazy on the records
I'm the only king here, you can tell 'em that I said it
I'm the black Eminem, I'm the humbler 50
I'm D.O.C., who do it better? Nobody fuckin' with me
I murder rappers everyday, 'til police come and get me
And Dre just come and bail me out and then we hit the studio
Ain't no new rap in my ear, too many depressed niggas
Emotional every song, deserve to have breast niggas
Crying 'bout my old girl, funny how I left niggas
Trying to get my ex boxed, Red Ring of Death niggas
I'm Kanye raising the diamond on the day of his chaining
If this was you, your diamond wouldn't be worth the appraising
I'm just talking reckless, I'm just off the record
But I mean it, kept my blessings
We was dreaming, now we close enough to see it
[Justus:]
I don't know everything, but one thing, one thing I do know
One thing, one thing I do know (I know, I know, I know)
Is one day I'ma have everything
It was all a dream, it was all a dream (I want it all!)
[Justus and King Mez:]
Listen, I've been tryna get it all
I'm just in this bitch, I'ma show 'em how to get involved
Yeah I want everything, yeah I want everything
Talk about it, hol' up, if you really 'bout it
Tell these mothafuckas we don't even wanna talk about it, what?
I don't give one fuck
Off the top I wish a nigga would try a nigga
Real shit, y'all counterfeit
Y'all niggas bad business
That's why the game all fucked up
Fuck Glocks, I'm all about Fort Knox, nigga
Ridin' through your neighborhood
Throwin' money out the window like "What!?"
You about the dollar (You know nothin' 'bout it)
Your poor life been without it
My life in the spotlight
Oh no, no, no, I ain't even got to talk about it, talk about it
Hol' up, if you really 'bout it
Tell these mothafuckas we don't even wanna talk about it, what?
[Justus:]
I don't know everything, but one thing, one thing I do know
One thing, one thing I do know (I know, I know, I know)
Is one day I'mma have everything
It was all a dream, it was all a dream (I want it all!)
[Dr. Dre:]
I just bought California
Them other states ain't far behind it either
I remember selling instrumentals off a beeper
Millionaire before the headphones or the speakers
I was getting money 'fore the internet
Still got Eminem checks I ain't opened yet
MVP, shit, this is where the trophies at
D-R-E, yeah, this is where the dope is at
The world ain't enough, I want it all
Goddammit, I'm too old, I forgot I got it all
But Andre young enough to still get involved
And Andre still young enough to say fuck y'all
Fuck you, fuck you, and you in the corner too
If you wanna beef, make sure that that's somethin' you wanna do
There's some missin' people that felt that way too
[Justus:]
I don't know everything, but one thing, one thing I do know
One thing, one thing I do know (I know, I know, I know)
Is one day I'mma have everything
It was all a dream... It was all a dream... (I want it all!)
[King Mez:]
What the fuck was y'all thinking?
You let the wrong young nigga link with a legend
'Lotta new niggas talking crazy on the records
I'm the only king here, you can tell 'em that I said it
I'm the black Eminem, I'm the humbler 50
I'm D.O.C., who do it better? Nobody fuckin' with me
I murder rappers everyday, 'til police come and get me
And Dre just come and bail me out and then we hit the studio
Ain't no new rap in my ear, too many depressed niggas
Emotional every song, deserve to have breast niggas
Crying 'bout my old girl, funny how I left niggas
Trying to get my ex boxed, Red Ring of Death niggas
I'm Kanye raising the diamond on the day of his chaining
If this was you, your diamond wouldn't be worth the appraising
I'm just talking reckless, I'm just off the record
But I mean it, kept my blessings
We was dreaming, now we close enough to see it
[Justus:]
I don't know everything, but one thing, one thing I do know
One thing, one thing I do know (I know, I know, I know)
Is one day I'ma have everything
It was all a dream, it was all a dream (I want it all!)
[Justus and King Mez:]
Listen, I've been tryna get it all
I'm just in this bitch, I'ma show 'em how to get involved
Yeah I want everything, yeah I want everything
Talk about it, hol' up, if you really 'bout it
Tell these mothafuckas we don't even wanna talk about it, what?
Genocide lyrics - Dr. Dre (feat. Kendrick Lamar, Marsha Ambrosius & Candice Pillay)
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
Stone cold killers in these Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Call 9-1-1, emergency
Hands up in the air for the world to see
It's murder, it's murder
Murder, murder
Murder
[Candice Pillay:]
My daddy done killed a bitch
Went and put that dome to her head
My daddy done killa you
Don't feel a pull a part that man and
(Let me up!) What it look like?
See my daddy done kill 'em dead
Bullets come down from the earth
My daddy done killa you
Don't feel a pull a part that man and
(Let me up!) What it look?
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
Stone cold killers in these Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Call 9-1-1, emergency
Hands up in the air for the world to see
It's murder, it's murder
Murder, murder
Murder
[Dr. Dre:]
(It's been a 187 in this bitch!)
Murderess, murder listen, hit a suburban whippin'
Tinted windows ride at your wifey (Blah!) and I bet you miss her
Reload the protools and we throw the clip in both trays
That's one on the left and one in the right hand, Scottie Pippen both ways
Been doin' drive-bys, got this music industry timelined
Lookin' like Rosecrans when these niggas throw up them signs high
I'm talkin' about that bottom where it's hot grinds
Shit, I’m just tryna get paid and keep ‘em thighs high
Sometimes I feel like I could just bury ‘em, bury 'em
Cause delirium, mass hysteria, scarier area
I'm very aware that hip hop needed somethin' to carry it
So I married that bitch and swung down in that chariot
Hangin' way too fuckin' close, beware the barrier
This is hub city nigga, don't make us embarrass you
Man, you should be realistic, these niggas 'round here ballistic
We did the numbers and you lookin' like another statistic
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
Stone cold killers in these Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Call 9-1-1, emergency
Hands up in the air for the world to see
It's murder, it's murder
Murder, murder
Murder
[Kendrick Lamar:]
Ahh, recognize whatever side the sides reside until the dead has risen
Live in a project building, dodgin' the module ceilings
I ride, I'mma ride in a stolen jeep
Ride with the eyes of five blind men, my vision (Corrupted)
Mama tried counselin', five plans for Kendrick (But fuck it)
My family's ties, had sabotaged Rosecrans existence (abducted)
My aliens on surveillance, they payed me a visit (Disgusting)
Our stadium's packed, raiders in black
Curls drippin', silver bullet, palladium in my strap
I lie on the side of a one way street
Nowhere to go, death all I can see
I say "Fuck is up?", I fuck 'em up, your supper's up or somethings up
I hoping all get orthotist, rope it before the double dutch broke
Plenty ruckus with the weapon I protect it under oath
My discretion, fuck your blessing, fuck your life
Fuck your hope, fuck your mama
Fuck your daddy, fuck you dead homie
Fuck the world up when we came up, that's Compton homie!
Murder, murder
Murder
Murder
It's all murder
Murder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
It's been a murder
(It's been a 187 in this bitch!)
Stone cold killers in these Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Call 9-1-1, emergency
Hands up in the air for the world to see
It's murder, it's murder
Murder, murder
Murder
[Candice Pillay:]
My daddy done killed a bitch
Went and put that dome to her head
My daddy done killa you
Don't feel a pull a part that man and
(Let me up!) What it look like?
See my daddy done kill 'em dead
Bullets come down from the earth
My daddy done killa you
Don't feel a pull a part that man and
(Let me up!) What it look?
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
Stone cold killers in these Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Call 9-1-1, emergency
Hands up in the air for the world to see
It's murder, it's murder
Murder, murder
Murder
[Dr. Dre:]
(It's been a 187 in this bitch!)
Murderess, murder listen, hit a suburban whippin'
Tinted windows ride at your wifey (Blah!) and I bet you miss her
Reload the protools and we throw the clip in both trays
That's one on the left and one in the right hand, Scottie Pippen both ways
Been doin' drive-bys, got this music industry timelined
Lookin' like Rosecrans when these niggas throw up them signs high
I'm talkin' about that bottom where it's hot grinds
Shit, I’m just tryna get paid and keep ‘em thighs high
Sometimes I feel like I could just bury ‘em, bury 'em
Cause delirium, mass hysteria, scarier area
I'm very aware that hip hop needed somethin' to carry it
So I married that bitch and swung down in that chariot
Hangin' way too fuckin' close, beware the barrier
This is hub city nigga, don't make us embarrass you
Man, you should be realistic, these niggas 'round here ballistic
We did the numbers and you lookin' like another statistic
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
Stone cold killers in these Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Call 9-1-1, emergency
Hands up in the air for the world to see
It's murder, it's murder
Murder, murder
Murder
[Kendrick Lamar:]
Ahh, recognize whatever side the sides reside until the dead has risen
Live in a project building, dodgin' the module ceilings
I ride, I'mma ride in a stolen jeep
Ride with the eyes of five blind men, my vision (Corrupted)
Mama tried counselin', five plans for Kendrick (But fuck it)
My family's ties, had sabotaged Rosecrans existence (abducted)
My aliens on surveillance, they payed me a visit (Disgusting)
Our stadium's packed, raiders in black
Curls drippin', silver bullet, palladium in my strap
I lie on the side of a one way street
Nowhere to go, death all I can see
I say "Fuck is up?", I fuck 'em up, your supper's up or somethings up
I hoping all get orthotist, rope it before the double dutch broke
Plenty ruckus with the weapon I protect it under oath
My discretion, fuck your blessing, fuck your life
Fuck your hope, fuck your mama
Fuck your daddy, fuck you dead homie
Fuck the world up when we came up, that's Compton homie!
Murder, murder
Murder
Murder
It's all murder
Murder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
It's been a murder
(It's been a 187 in this bitch!)
It's All On Me lyrics - Dr. Dre (feat. Justus & BJ The Chicago Kid)
[BJ The Chicago Kid:]
Family problems, it ain't easy handling those needs
(Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do)
Baby mama drama, I just need a little time to go to sleep
(Damn, only if I had a little time for me)
Record company motherfuckers asking me when I'm gonna release
(I want the pressure homie, so much pressure on me)
And my homies on my back about me helping them get up off them streets (I mean what the fuck?)
[BJ The Chicago Kid:]
And it all falls back on me
Sometimes, somehow, it all falls back on me
(Somehow it always fall back on me)
No matter where we are, no matter what we doing, it's on me
If it was up to you that's just the way it's always gon' be
[Dr. Dre:]
(Listen to me)
It's kind of funny how they fall back on me
I used to never get a call back, homie
Before the money they didn't see me like it's dark and it's all black, homie
But now they switching cause the card black, homie
It wasn't always that way
We was recording on the 4-track, homie
New apartment, no fridge, no mattress, no table, no cable
And all I hear is my girl in my ear
And this nigga Eazy asking for his car back, homie
I would've never saw this happening from that far back, homie
What it came to be, would have never believed, living the life I lived in C-P-T
A motherfucking dream to reality is what you call that, homie
[Justus:]
It was something to me
No eat, no sleep, wasn't nothing to me
Can't always be how you want it to be
And I'm the one that they looking up to
Fuck they expecting from me?
[BJ The Chicago Kid:]
And it all falls back on me
Sometimes, somehow, it all falls back on me
(Somehow it always fall back on me)
No matter where we are, no matter what we doing, it's on me
If it was up to you that's just the way it's always gon' be
[Dr. Dre:]
That's just the way it is, and how it always was
DJing parties in my neighborhood just for the love
Dope dealers overtipping and bitches stripping
And any minute niggas start tripping and start shooting shit
On any given day I'm like "what the fuck?"
Face down on the pavement with the billy clubs
Took that feeling to the studio and cued it up
And now it's "Fuck the Police" all up in the club
Now it's '91 and Snoop Dogg came to visit
And was like "What up cuz? Let me show you what this chronic like"
Couldn't help myself, just had to dip into that chronic life
And then that night came in when that nigga Knight came in (woo!)
This one of those dreams you don't wake up from
Then again, you don't sleep if you come from where I come from
When the sun shines and they bust nines
Don't dial 9 plus 1-1
When they run up on your school bus with a two truck, you might learn something
[BJ The Chicago Kid:]
And it all falls back on me
Sometimes, somehow, it all falls back on me
(Somehow it always fall back on me)
No matter where we are, no matter what we doing, it's on me
If it was up to you that's just the way it's always gon' be
Family problems, it ain't easy handling those needs
(Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do)
Baby mama drama, I just need a little time to go to sleep
(Damn, only if I had a little time for me)
Record company motherfuckers asking me when I'm gonna release
(I want the pressure homie, so much pressure on me)
And my homies on my back about me helping them get up off them streets (I mean what the fuck?)
[BJ The Chicago Kid:]
And it all falls back on me
Sometimes, somehow, it all falls back on me
(Somehow it always fall back on me)
No matter where we are, no matter what we doing, it's on me
If it was up to you that's just the way it's always gon' be
[Dr. Dre:]
(Listen to me)
It's kind of funny how they fall back on me
I used to never get a call back, homie
Before the money they didn't see me like it's dark and it's all black, homie
But now they switching cause the card black, homie
It wasn't always that way
We was recording on the 4-track, homie
New apartment, no fridge, no mattress, no table, no cable
And all I hear is my girl in my ear
And this nigga Eazy asking for his car back, homie
I would've never saw this happening from that far back, homie
What it came to be, would have never believed, living the life I lived in C-P-T
A motherfucking dream to reality is what you call that, homie
[Justus:]
It was something to me
No eat, no sleep, wasn't nothing to me
Can't always be how you want it to be
And I'm the one that they looking up to
Fuck they expecting from me?
[BJ The Chicago Kid:]
And it all falls back on me
Sometimes, somehow, it all falls back on me
(Somehow it always fall back on me)
No matter where we are, no matter what we doing, it's on me
If it was up to you that's just the way it's always gon' be
[Dr. Dre:]
That's just the way it is, and how it always was
DJing parties in my neighborhood just for the love
Dope dealers overtipping and bitches stripping
And any minute niggas start tripping and start shooting shit
On any given day I'm like "what the fuck?"
Face down on the pavement with the billy clubs
Took that feeling to the studio and cued it up
And now it's "Fuck the Police" all up in the club
Now it's '91 and Snoop Dogg came to visit
And was like "What up cuz? Let me show you what this chronic like"
Couldn't help myself, just had to dip into that chronic life
And then that night came in when that nigga Knight came in (woo!)
This one of those dreams you don't wake up from
Then again, you don't sleep if you come from where I come from
When the sun shines and they bust nines
Don't dial 9 plus 1-1
When they run up on your school bus with a two truck, you might learn something
[BJ The Chicago Kid:]
And it all falls back on me
Sometimes, somehow, it all falls back on me
(Somehow it always fall back on me)
No matter where we are, no matter what we doing, it's on me
If it was up to you that's just the way it's always gon' be
All In A Day's Work lyrics - Dr. Dre (feat. Anderson .Paak & Marsha Ambrosius)
[Jimmy Iovine:]
Fear, fear's a powerful thing. I mean it's got a lot of firepower. If you can figure out a way to wrestle that fear to push you from behind rather than to stand in front of you, that's very powerful. I always felt that I had to work harder than the next guy, just to do as well as the next guy. And to do better than the next guy, I had to just kill. And you know, to a certain extent, that's still with me in how I work, you know, I just... go in
[Anderson .Paak:]
Sittin' 'bout a hundred stories up, like what the fuck?
And I'm just lookin' at it all
I'll be right here in Los Angeles
Lookin' like a villain layin' low
Nothin' I can do but pack it all up
Goin' up, but shit, I feel the love
Spotlight on me and I'm feelin' so rare tonight
Actin' a fool and feelin' alive
I'm fuckin' flawless like I live in a vault
Only type of livin' I know
[Anderson .Paak & Dr. Dre:]
See if it was you you would've killed yourself by now
It takes a special kind of mothafucka to live like this
And they ask me how I do it
Mothafucka just take a look around
Best believe I'm in the buildin' I hear you mothafuckas talkin' and all that but uh
No, no don't mention me at all
Yeah comin' live and direct
And I know you feelin' some type of way about it, but uh
Watch your mouth, I dare your ass to say somethin'
I thought it was all good
But now you mothafuckas crossed the line
Kinda pissin' me off
All the fans and all the fame, and though I gave everything to this game
They still complain
Now what the fuck do y'all expect me to do?
There's so much fuckin' pressure
There's all this pressure
And it's all in a day's work
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
Work, hard
Workin' so hard
24/7, 3-6-5
365, hard work
It's all in a day's work
[Dr. Dre & Anderson .Paak:]
My whole life all I ever thought about was grindin'
Even though my surroundings only showed me crime and violence
That was back when a rapper needed guns way more than a stylus
And that was back when I felt like rappers was true mothafuckin' riders
Or even back in the day when I was a fuckin' youngster
Shit I was still sayin', "Fuck the police"
Born and raised in the belly of the beast
I had a dream that we was at peace
But I was so wrong.. so wrong
Y'all too wrapped up in the bullshit and bias
Now reality TV talks about pulpits and choirs
Some of these hoes give less than a fuck when they runnin' their life story by us
It's the worst when I'm in a hotel, like a Hilton sick and tired
Some of these housewives way too fuckin' desperate
These bitches thinkin' fame first
I can't knock the hustle, it's all in a day's work
But that's that shit with potential to make the game worse
Shit it's just somethin' about that Hollywood curse
They just thirst
[Anderson .Paak:]
Hard times
I'm on my grind, fuck the part-time
Stay ready for war, I'm on the front line
I'm gettin' the feelin' like it's all mine
It's becoming the only feeling I know
Only type of livin' I know
Only type of livin' I know
Only type of livin' I know
Only type of livin' I know
Gonna go to work
We gotta work
We gotta work
Let's get back to work
On the grind, back to work
[Dr. Dre:]
Let's work
Rich as fuck, but, guess what, I'm back to work
Overseas, back home, no time to sleep, I'm back to work
So many people that I love, they want my time but I got to work
Some of my friends don't understand I got to work
Always talkin' 'bout bustin' the club but I'm like, "Fuck that I gotta work"
If you really wanna do it like this, shit you better get back to work
Back to work
Right back to work
Gotta get back to work
Shit, right back to work
Fear, fear's a powerful thing. I mean it's got a lot of firepower. If you can figure out a way to wrestle that fear to push you from behind rather than to stand in front of you, that's very powerful. I always felt that I had to work harder than the next guy, just to do as well as the next guy. And to do better than the next guy, I had to just kill. And you know, to a certain extent, that's still with me in how I work, you know, I just... go in
[Anderson .Paak:]
Sittin' 'bout a hundred stories up, like what the fuck?
And I'm just lookin' at it all
I'll be right here in Los Angeles
Lookin' like a villain layin' low
Nothin' I can do but pack it all up
Goin' up, but shit, I feel the love
Spotlight on me and I'm feelin' so rare tonight
Actin' a fool and feelin' alive
I'm fuckin' flawless like I live in a vault
Only type of livin' I know
[Anderson .Paak & Dr. Dre:]
See if it was you you would've killed yourself by now
It takes a special kind of mothafucka to live like this
And they ask me how I do it
Mothafucka just take a look around
Best believe I'm in the buildin' I hear you mothafuckas talkin' and all that but uh
No, no don't mention me at all
Yeah comin' live and direct
And I know you feelin' some type of way about it, but uh
Watch your mouth, I dare your ass to say somethin'
I thought it was all good
But now you mothafuckas crossed the line
Kinda pissin' me off
All the fans and all the fame, and though I gave everything to this game
They still complain
Now what the fuck do y'all expect me to do?
There's so much fuckin' pressure
There's all this pressure
And it's all in a day's work
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
Work, hard
Workin' so hard
24/7, 3-6-5
365, hard work
It's all in a day's work
[Dr. Dre & Anderson .Paak:]
My whole life all I ever thought about was grindin'
Even though my surroundings only showed me crime and violence
That was back when a rapper needed guns way more than a stylus
And that was back when I felt like rappers was true mothafuckin' riders
Or even back in the day when I was a fuckin' youngster
Shit I was still sayin', "Fuck the police"
Born and raised in the belly of the beast
I had a dream that we was at peace
But I was so wrong.. so wrong
Y'all too wrapped up in the bullshit and bias
Now reality TV talks about pulpits and choirs
Some of these hoes give less than a fuck when they runnin' their life story by us
It's the worst when I'm in a hotel, like a Hilton sick and tired
Some of these housewives way too fuckin' desperate
These bitches thinkin' fame first
I can't knock the hustle, it's all in a day's work
But that's that shit with potential to make the game worse
Shit it's just somethin' about that Hollywood curse
They just thirst
[Anderson .Paak:]
Hard times
I'm on my grind, fuck the part-time
Stay ready for war, I'm on the front line
I'm gettin' the feelin' like it's all mine
It's becoming the only feeling I know
Only type of livin' I know
Only type of livin' I know
Only type of livin' I know
Only type of livin' I know
Gonna go to work
We gotta work
We gotta work
Let's get back to work
On the grind, back to work
[Dr. Dre:]
Let's work
Rich as fuck, but, guess what, I'm back to work
Overseas, back home, no time to sleep, I'm back to work
So many people that I love, they want my time but I got to work
Some of my friends don't understand I got to work
Always talkin' 'bout bustin' the club but I'm like, "Fuck that I gotta work"
If you really wanna do it like this, shit you better get back to work
Back to work
Right back to work
Gotta get back to work
Shit, right back to work
Darkside / Gone lyrics - Dr. Dre (feat. King Mez, Marsha Ambrosius & Kendrick Lamar)
[Darkside]
[King Mez:]
Where you at? where you from?
What you doing over here motherfucker?
Whatchu think? what you bang?
This ain't your motherfuckin gang
[King Mez:]
Now I ain't never been no gangsta
But I know niggas know niggas from the darkside
There's some cold killas cold niggas
My nigga used to roll with us roll with us
Married to the more money more women
Now I ain't ever been the one to pull a gun on you
But you know who got 'em
No I never sell no drugs homie but I know who got 'em
And I never had no fucking bullets in me but I know who got 'em
If you die tonight, you die tonight
Momma might cry to night if she find you high off the dynamite
But to you is just another Friday night
Got a nigga for the car tonight
With the bible right beside that pile of white
That's what this life is like
(Now do you love your life?)
[Dr. Dre:]
Now please don't give me a reason
Cause I know you wanna keep breathing, this evening
I've been killing the game for seasons, believe him
That I'm the motherfucking one to breed them and lead 'em
In a league my own, you ain't even made it up to my throne
You ain't even authorised for this song
Might be best for you to get gone
Best be careful about your tone
That shit can hit me wrong in this song
I have tried my best to be calm
Please don't make me grab that phone
Now who you know who came this fucking far
From the fucking bottom?
30 years in this bitch and I'm still here
Decade after decade
And evidently I must be doing something right
Word to my nigga Eazy
[Eazy-E:]
Eazy-E CPT OG from the other side (Eazy)
From the other side (Eazy)
[Gone]
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
It's easy to say you need me
When you got everything you want
But It's hard for me to believe it
You'll find out when I'm gone
[Dr. Dre:]
I went from hanging out down at the swap meet
To driving some of the hottest cars LA has ever seen
People been telling me I've grown into some kind of monster
But they don't know me though I've been this way since 17
Tryna get finances poppin', man I thought that was the object
To some of my niggas lost they life and then that goes the team
My only dream was holding us down like fuck who tryna stop us
You could get the middle finger or the reddest beam
It's your choice, I took this industry by storm young and black
Killing them softly, don't ever call me fortunate
You don't know what it cost me
So anybody complaining about they circumstances lost me homie
We ain't even talking fuck that energy, fuck up off me
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
It's easy to say you need me
When you got everything you want
But It's hard for me to believe it
You'll find out when I'm gone
[Kendrick Lamar:]
You look at my lifestyle, I'm living my life now
I'm dealing with diligent Benjamin
How come my attitude piped down?
I'm fuckin' with Ice now
I'm fucking with shit you can only get on an oversea flight now
You scare of my heist now
But still I got enemies giving me energy I wanna fight now
Subliminally sent to me all of this hate
I thought I was holding the mic down
I thought I was holding my city up
I thought I was good in the media
You think I'm too hood in my video?
But really no clue you idiot
I just can't help myself
Even when that record spin
Every now and then you hang yourself
Cause I got the Beem in gold, with a million sold
Like 19 more, from a dollar fit
But without all the diamonds though
To you I'm just another nigga
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
It's easy to say you need me
When you got everything you want
But It's hard for me to believe it
You'll find out when I'm gone
[King Mez:]
Where you at? where you from?
What you doing over here motherfucker?
Whatchu think? what you bang?
This ain't your motherfuckin gang
[King Mez:]
Now I ain't never been no gangsta
But I know niggas know niggas from the darkside
There's some cold killas cold niggas
My nigga used to roll with us roll with us
Married to the more money more women
Now I ain't ever been the one to pull a gun on you
But you know who got 'em
No I never sell no drugs homie but I know who got 'em
And I never had no fucking bullets in me but I know who got 'em
If you die tonight, you die tonight
Momma might cry to night if she find you high off the dynamite
But to you is just another Friday night
Got a nigga for the car tonight
With the bible right beside that pile of white
That's what this life is like
(Now do you love your life?)
[Dr. Dre:]
Now please don't give me a reason
Cause I know you wanna keep breathing, this evening
I've been killing the game for seasons, believe him
That I'm the motherfucking one to breed them and lead 'em
In a league my own, you ain't even made it up to my throne
You ain't even authorised for this song
Might be best for you to get gone
Best be careful about your tone
That shit can hit me wrong in this song
I have tried my best to be calm
Please don't make me grab that phone
Now who you know who came this fucking far
From the fucking bottom?
30 years in this bitch and I'm still here
Decade after decade
And evidently I must be doing something right
Word to my nigga Eazy
[Eazy-E:]
Eazy-E CPT OG from the other side (Eazy)
From the other side (Eazy)
[Gone]
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
It's easy to say you need me
When you got everything you want
But It's hard for me to believe it
You'll find out when I'm gone
[Dr. Dre:]
I went from hanging out down at the swap meet
To driving some of the hottest cars LA has ever seen
People been telling me I've grown into some kind of monster
But they don't know me though I've been this way since 17
Tryna get finances poppin', man I thought that was the object
To some of my niggas lost they life and then that goes the team
My only dream was holding us down like fuck who tryna stop us
You could get the middle finger or the reddest beam
It's your choice, I took this industry by storm young and black
Killing them softly, don't ever call me fortunate
You don't know what it cost me
So anybody complaining about they circumstances lost me homie
We ain't even talking fuck that energy, fuck up off me
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
It's easy to say you need me
When you got everything you want
But It's hard for me to believe it
You'll find out when I'm gone
[Kendrick Lamar:]
You look at my lifestyle, I'm living my life now
I'm dealing with diligent Benjamin
How come my attitude piped down?
I'm fuckin' with Ice now
I'm fucking with shit you can only get on an oversea flight now
You scare of my heist now
But still I got enemies giving me energy I wanna fight now
Subliminally sent to me all of this hate
I thought I was holding the mic down
I thought I was holding my city up
I thought I was good in the media
You think I'm too hood in my video?
But really no clue you idiot
I just can't help myself
Even when that record spin
Every now and then you hang yourself
Cause I got the Beem in gold, with a million sold
Like 19 more, from a dollar fit
But without all the diamonds though
To you I'm just another nigga
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
It's easy to say you need me
When you got everything you want
But It's hard for me to believe it
You'll find out when I'm gone
Loose Cannons lyrics - Dr. Dre (feat. Xzibit, Cold 187um & Sly Pyper)
All my life, I've been down to ride
Till I kept it real and I stayed alive with no compromise
And I fantasize about the baddest bitch and being between her thighs
Then I woke up and realized this is my motherfuckin' real life
[Dr. Dre:]
You know where the fuck I'm from
From that muthafuckin' legendary
From the city where the niggas load clips and fats and get stabbed at home room should've skipped that class
Shit will never change on the West Side
Jack your shit, take your car for a test drive (Ah shit)
Gangbanin' out the window hollering let's ride
Gotta keep a tec by the bedside
These niggas don't know my life
All this pain and what I sacrificed
And all my niggas that lost their life, you never die, you never die
I'm in that motherfuckin' one for a minute now
All y'all lil' niggas need to simmer down
Shut the fuck up, I'm the one that's killing now
Take a look who on top of the pinnacle
R.I.P to KMG
I'm still gonna murder, and don't give a fuck where the body at
You do too much talkin' I walk in the building I just give a fuck where the money at
[?]
They trust me it's only just one of them
I'm callin' them shots and makin' the plays and if you get a train better fuck with him
I keep it gangsta, y'all testin my patience
Got me feelin' so anxious, I be lookin' so facetious
Feel like running a capre
[Xzibit:]
(Wait, hold up I got next)
(What up X)
Spent my birthday in Dubai
Skyrise surprise and I'm dressed like a spy
Black tux, oh you fucks guess what, I'm ready to blow
(Yo, oh no)
I hang that 6-2 sideways
Pissin' off the neighbors scrapin' bumpin' in the driveway
You gave me the pistol told me to kill at will
(Blow, yo, oh no)
(I couldn't give a fuck)
Literally, cashed out just livin' to me
Blast it like a Kennedy beat
Wanna get rid of 'em? Send them to me
While I'm just over here cozy holdin' these double D's
She book smart with pornographic abilities
(Well I don't know what you know
But I know I got that shit)
These motherfuckers still talking? Fuck 'em!
That's why they bring X and the guillotine out
To stop these bitches niggas from runnin' their mouth
(It's bout time somebody said something)
[Cold 187um:]
One in the glove, one in the clip, one in the chamber
One on the dash, one in the stash, ready for danger
I'm ready to die I can't control this fuckin' anger
Ah shit, somebody better fuckin' stop me
Cause I'm a loose cannon that can't stand myself I'm bad for my own health
You niggas really think I give a fuck about somebody else (fuck em')
I swear to god I'ma do it, back the fuck up I'ma do it, I swear to god I'ma lose it
Baby, baby
What the fuck are you doing? Put the gun down
Really? Are you doin' this shit to me again?
(Oh my God)
You is so fucked up for this
(Fuck It)
(Wait, wait, wait, wait)
I'm sorry!
Don't point the fuckin' gun on me!
Okay, put the fuckin' gun down!
No, no, no, no!!
Alright, I got her legs
Man this bitch is heavy
You gotta get under her armpits
Shut the fuck up, I got it
What the, what the fuck did you guys do?
It was this nigga
Me?
Shit, matter of fact you know what you go dig the fuckin' hole this time
I don't give a fuck it will be the first fuckin' hole I ever dug
Who the fuck is that?
I don't know, ask fuckin' Charles Manson right here
Oh, oh, you're tryin' to be funny? You're really fuckin' tryin' to be funny right now?
Shh, shh, shut your ass up
This is bad
This is, this is fucking bad man
Fuck it, let's start digging
Till I kept it real and I stayed alive with no compromise
And I fantasize about the baddest bitch and being between her thighs
Then I woke up and realized this is my motherfuckin' real life
[Dr. Dre:]
You know where the fuck I'm from
From that muthafuckin' legendary
From the city where the niggas load clips and fats and get stabbed at home room should've skipped that class
Shit will never change on the West Side
Jack your shit, take your car for a test drive (Ah shit)
Gangbanin' out the window hollering let's ride
Gotta keep a tec by the bedside
These niggas don't know my life
All this pain and what I sacrificed
And all my niggas that lost their life, you never die, you never die
I'm in that motherfuckin' one for a minute now
All y'all lil' niggas need to simmer down
Shut the fuck up, I'm the one that's killing now
Take a look who on top of the pinnacle
R.I.P to KMG
I'm still gonna murder, and don't give a fuck where the body at
You do too much talkin' I walk in the building I just give a fuck where the money at
[?]
They trust me it's only just one of them
I'm callin' them shots and makin' the plays and if you get a train better fuck with him
I keep it gangsta, y'all testin my patience
Got me feelin' so anxious, I be lookin' so facetious
Feel like running a capre
[Xzibit:]
(Wait, hold up I got next)
(What up X)
Spent my birthday in Dubai
Skyrise surprise and I'm dressed like a spy
Black tux, oh you fucks guess what, I'm ready to blow
(Yo, oh no)
I hang that 6-2 sideways
Pissin' off the neighbors scrapin' bumpin' in the driveway
You gave me the pistol told me to kill at will
(Blow, yo, oh no)
(I couldn't give a fuck)
Literally, cashed out just livin' to me
Blast it like a Kennedy beat
Wanna get rid of 'em? Send them to me
While I'm just over here cozy holdin' these double D's
She book smart with pornographic abilities
(Well I don't know what you know
But I know I got that shit)
These motherfuckers still talking? Fuck 'em!
That's why they bring X and the guillotine out
To stop these bitches niggas from runnin' their mouth
(It's bout time somebody said something)
[Cold 187um:]
One in the glove, one in the clip, one in the chamber
One on the dash, one in the stash, ready for danger
I'm ready to die I can't control this fuckin' anger
Ah shit, somebody better fuckin' stop me
Cause I'm a loose cannon that can't stand myself I'm bad for my own health
You niggas really think I give a fuck about somebody else (fuck em')
I swear to god I'ma do it, back the fuck up I'ma do it, I swear to god I'ma lose it
Baby, baby
What the fuck are you doing? Put the gun down
Really? Are you doin' this shit to me again?
(Oh my God)
You is so fucked up for this
(Fuck It)
(Wait, wait, wait, wait)
I'm sorry!
Don't point the fuckin' gun on me!
Okay, put the fuckin' gun down!
No, no, no, no!!
Alright, I got her legs
Man this bitch is heavy
You gotta get under her armpits
Shut the fuck up, I got it
What the, what the fuck did you guys do?
It was this nigga
Me?
Shit, matter of fact you know what you go dig the fuckin' hole this time
I don't give a fuck it will be the first fuckin' hole I ever dug
Who the fuck is that?
I don't know, ask fuckin' Charles Manson right here
Oh, oh, you're tryin' to be funny? You're really fuckin' tryin' to be funny right now?
Shh, shh, shut your ass up
This is bad
This is, this is fucking bad man
Fuck it, let's start digging
Issues lyrics - Dr. Dre (feat. Ice Cube, Anderson .Paak & Dem Jointz)
[Anderson .Paak:]
From close range we official
Cocaine, money and pistols
Goddammit I got issues
Can't be serious
Alright now here we go
Where my city at?
Fuck with me, come on
I know you're feelin' that
Fuck with me, come on
You know I'm really that
Fuck with me, come on
Come on, come on
Don't even act like I ain't about my business
Mothafucka come on!
Come on, come on
Full clip, ammunition
You don't wanna deal with these fuckin' consequences
[Ice Cube:]
Fuckboys should tighten up a whole lot
I got some niggas with me down for runnin' up in your spot
And these niggas got hatchets and ratchets
Some of them lethals up under the mattress
And matter of fact this is a chance to show my lifestyle out to the masses
But chances are I might get another negative reaction
They got my fraction but I fucks 'em up like battery acid
Who gives a fuck what you think, nigga? This is my passion
Ride through the time, you know my name, you know my reputation
You know what it is, I don't need to give no explanation
When you say my fuckin' name, add exclamation
Los Angeles king now, make your bitch bring crowns
To me and Dre, you don't like it, you can lay
Think I'm quiet cause I'm actin', but my bank account gon' say
Fuck you! Respected from SoCal out to the Bay
Cashed a lot of checks this mornin', guess today was a good day
[Dem Jointz:]
Now I lay me down
And wake up to gunshots in this crazy town
Good mornin'
And the sleepers'll join the fallen
[Dr. Dre:]
But this is what the fuck is up, doin' this for my city
Comp-town, Hub, this my fuckin' committee
Shout out to Dub C, real nigga be with me
C-Walkin' on these niggas with a crease in them Dickies
You know how many nights I heard them sparks echo in the park?
Around this time I was spinnin' records at Eve After Dark
My CD crazy, school girls used to play with that chalk
Same chalk police used to outline niggas we lost
You understand what I'm sayin'? Shit is crazy, man
Fuck the money, yo this shit could never change me, man
These new niggas in this bitch could never phase me, man
I know it's strange but on some real shit it's plain as day
Just havin' some fuckin' fun with this rap shit
Nigga with an attitude, still gettin' active
Man this industry to me, it feels a little plastic
I ain't heard nothin' that I can consider classic
But this is for my niggas who been runnin' with me
And everybody in this bitch that's out there gunnin' for me
And I got love for my people that stay one hundred with me
I'ma keep it A1, been that way since day one
[Dem Jointz:]
Now I lay me down
And wake up to gunshots in this crazy town
Good mornin'
And the sleepers'll join the fallen
So I lay me down
And wake up to gunshots in this crazy town
Good mornin'
And the sleepers will join the fallen
Drama make the city happy
All I think about is makin' classics
Classics for the masses
This how you make... classic
C-c-classic
[Dem Jointz:]
This is where I leave you
Carry you
In the city of Compton
This is where I leave you
Carry you
Down the Pacific Coast
This is where I leave you
And I will miss you
From close range we official
Cocaine, money and pistols
Goddammit I got issues
Can't be serious
Alright now here we go
Where my city at?
Fuck with me, come on
I know you're feelin' that
Fuck with me, come on
You know I'm really that
Fuck with me, come on
Come on, come on
Don't even act like I ain't about my business
Mothafucka come on!
Come on, come on
Full clip, ammunition
You don't wanna deal with these fuckin' consequences
[Ice Cube:]
Fuckboys should tighten up a whole lot
I got some niggas with me down for runnin' up in your spot
And these niggas got hatchets and ratchets
Some of them lethals up under the mattress
And matter of fact this is a chance to show my lifestyle out to the masses
But chances are I might get another negative reaction
They got my fraction but I fucks 'em up like battery acid
Who gives a fuck what you think, nigga? This is my passion
Ride through the time, you know my name, you know my reputation
You know what it is, I don't need to give no explanation
When you say my fuckin' name, add exclamation
Los Angeles king now, make your bitch bring crowns
To me and Dre, you don't like it, you can lay
Think I'm quiet cause I'm actin', but my bank account gon' say
Fuck you! Respected from SoCal out to the Bay
Cashed a lot of checks this mornin', guess today was a good day
[Dem Jointz:]
Now I lay me down
And wake up to gunshots in this crazy town
Good mornin'
And the sleepers'll join the fallen
[Dr. Dre:]
But this is what the fuck is up, doin' this for my city
Comp-town, Hub, this my fuckin' committee
Shout out to Dub C, real nigga be with me
C-Walkin' on these niggas with a crease in them Dickies
You know how many nights I heard them sparks echo in the park?
Around this time I was spinnin' records at Eve After Dark
My CD crazy, school girls used to play with that chalk
Same chalk police used to outline niggas we lost
You understand what I'm sayin'? Shit is crazy, man
Fuck the money, yo this shit could never change me, man
These new niggas in this bitch could never phase me, man
I know it's strange but on some real shit it's plain as day
Just havin' some fuckin' fun with this rap shit
Nigga with an attitude, still gettin' active
Man this industry to me, it feels a little plastic
I ain't heard nothin' that I can consider classic
But this is for my niggas who been runnin' with me
And everybody in this bitch that's out there gunnin' for me
And I got love for my people that stay one hundred with me
I'ma keep it A1, been that way since day one
[Dem Jointz:]
Now I lay me down
And wake up to gunshots in this crazy town
Good mornin'
And the sleepers'll join the fallen
So I lay me down
And wake up to gunshots in this crazy town
Good mornin'
And the sleepers will join the fallen
Drama make the city happy
All I think about is makin' classics
Classics for the masses
This how you make... classic
C-c-classic
[Dem Jointz:]
This is where I leave you
Carry you
In the city of Compton
This is where I leave you
Carry you
Down the Pacific Coast
This is where I leave you
And I will miss you
Deep Water lyrics - Dr. Dre (feat. Kendrick Lamar, Justus & Anderson .Paak)
(Where you from man?)
What is going on in Compton, I don't understand it?
Well as it relates to this, this is not in my field as the clerk so anything that relates to this, you'll probably have to get an answer from Dr. Dre
[Dr. Dre:]
I heard you talking about respect, I gave you niggas the utmost (the utmost)
All you niggas the utmost (the utmost)
Would you look over Picasso's shoulder and tell him about his brush strokes?
Them opinions, I don't trust those
I apologize, the city made a niggas so cut-throat
Every hood love me, but it started on one coast
Coulda stopped in '86 but I knew that you would want more
I'm on the throne in a place some niggas won't go
Don't get it fucked up
[Justus (Kendrick Lamar):]
Been away from home
Been away from home
All night long
(All they wanna know is
Where you from? Where you from?
Where you from nigga, huh?
Compton)
[Dr. Dre:]
Pst, this is about round for them
I think it's time to take these niggas to the deep water
Yeah, down in the Pacific (the Pacific)
Where them sharks at nigga, down in the deep water
Listen, listen, listen
All you niggas swimming in the info
Gonna fuck around and drown in the specifics
Always going overboard, used to be my kinfolk
Now you sleeping with the motherfuckin' fishes
(Swimming with the mothefuckin' fishes, what the business?)
These niggas won't let up until they all wet up
Don't get it fucked up
Naw nigga, now everybody wanna visit
Tryna re-up that prescription (that prescription)
Yup, yeah, re-up
That's my nigga, water colors couldn't even paint the picture
They don't get the picture, fuck them
Yeah, drugs by the dozen
You might just wanna go and check the children
(You might just wanna check your fuckin' children)
I'm the one that got they ear, for many years
I been making parents live in fear
I just wanna make it clear
My influence run deep like the ocean
Don't get it fucked up
[Justus (Kendrick Lamar):]
Been away from home
Been away from home
All night long
(All they wanna know is
Where you from? Where you from?
Where you from nigga, huh?
Compton)
[Anderson .Paak:]
Feel's like you're drowning, don't you?
About a hundred miles down in that ocean
It's over, shoulda never jumped in
If you can't swim (if you can't swim, if you can't swim)
Oh my God, where's a life guard when you need one?
[Kendrick Lamar:]
Motherfucker know I started from the bottom, vodka baby bottle
Mixin' up with Similac, my momma knew I had a problem
Wasn't thinking about no rapping, I was drinking for a dollar
Putting quarter pieces in the black Caprice and make it holla
No releasing me, I got the beast in me
I gotta holla, keep the decency and make them TNT my product
I'm a C-O-M-P-T-O-innovator, energizer
Inner-city bullet fly 'til that bitch on auto pilot (Shit)
I don't give a fuck about your whereabouts
All I care about is wearing out your area
And airing out your upper body
When I catch ya, walking out your parents house
(Don't get it fucked up)
Probably got fucked up tryna park his tour bus
Not knowing what's what
Or who's who, living in the L.A county zoo
Pick them off like a big dog, motherfucker, woof
Once upon a time, I shot a nigga on accident (boom, boom, boom)
I tried to kill him but I guess I needed more practicing (boom, boom, boom)
That's when I realized, banging wasn't for everybody
Switch it up before my enemy or the sheriff got me
They liable to bury him, they nominated six to carry him
They worry him to death, but he's no vegetarian
The beef is on his breath, inheriting the drama better than
A great white, nigga this is life in my aquarium
(Don't get it fucked up)
[Justus (Kendrick Lamar):]
Been away from home
Been away from home
All night long
(All they wanna know is
Where you from? Where you from?
Where you from nigga, huh?
Compton)
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
This is about where I'm from
I think it's time to take these niggas to the deep water
Yeah, down in the Pacific
Where them sharks at
Nigga, down in the deep water
[Anderson .Paak:]
Help me
Feels like you're drowning
I'm drowning
Help me
Help me, help me
Somebody help me
(Shoulda never jumped in
If you, if you can't swim)
Help me
Help me, help me, help me
I can't, I can't breathe
I can't wait, help
(Where's a lifeguard when you need one?)
God please, please help me, please
Please help me, please help...
Please help, please...please...
What is going on in Compton, I don't understand it?
Well as it relates to this, this is not in my field as the clerk so anything that relates to this, you'll probably have to get an answer from Dr. Dre
[Dr. Dre:]
I heard you talking about respect, I gave you niggas the utmost (the utmost)
All you niggas the utmost (the utmost)
Would you look over Picasso's shoulder and tell him about his brush strokes?
Them opinions, I don't trust those
I apologize, the city made a niggas so cut-throat
Every hood love me, but it started on one coast
Coulda stopped in '86 but I knew that you would want more
I'm on the throne in a place some niggas won't go
Don't get it fucked up
[Justus (Kendrick Lamar):]
Been away from home
Been away from home
All night long
(All they wanna know is
Where you from? Where you from?
Where you from nigga, huh?
Compton)
[Dr. Dre:]
Pst, this is about round for them
I think it's time to take these niggas to the deep water
Yeah, down in the Pacific (the Pacific)
Where them sharks at nigga, down in the deep water
Listen, listen, listen
All you niggas swimming in the info
Gonna fuck around and drown in the specifics
Always going overboard, used to be my kinfolk
Now you sleeping with the motherfuckin' fishes
(Swimming with the mothefuckin' fishes, what the business?)
These niggas won't let up until they all wet up
Don't get it fucked up
Naw nigga, now everybody wanna visit
Tryna re-up that prescription (that prescription)
Yup, yeah, re-up
That's my nigga, water colors couldn't even paint the picture
They don't get the picture, fuck them
Yeah, drugs by the dozen
You might just wanna go and check the children
(You might just wanna check your fuckin' children)
I'm the one that got they ear, for many years
I been making parents live in fear
I just wanna make it clear
My influence run deep like the ocean
Don't get it fucked up
[Justus (Kendrick Lamar):]
Been away from home
Been away from home
All night long
(All they wanna know is
Where you from? Where you from?
Where you from nigga, huh?
Compton)
[Anderson .Paak:]
Feel's like you're drowning, don't you?
About a hundred miles down in that ocean
It's over, shoulda never jumped in
If you can't swim (if you can't swim, if you can't swim)
Oh my God, where's a life guard when you need one?
[Kendrick Lamar:]
Motherfucker know I started from the bottom, vodka baby bottle
Mixin' up with Similac, my momma knew I had a problem
Wasn't thinking about no rapping, I was drinking for a dollar
Putting quarter pieces in the black Caprice and make it holla
No releasing me, I got the beast in me
I gotta holla, keep the decency and make them TNT my product
I'm a C-O-M-P-T-O-innovator, energizer
Inner-city bullet fly 'til that bitch on auto pilot (Shit)
I don't give a fuck about your whereabouts
All I care about is wearing out your area
And airing out your upper body
When I catch ya, walking out your parents house
(Don't get it fucked up)
Probably got fucked up tryna park his tour bus
Not knowing what's what
Or who's who, living in the L.A county zoo
Pick them off like a big dog, motherfucker, woof
Once upon a time, I shot a nigga on accident (boom, boom, boom)
I tried to kill him but I guess I needed more practicing (boom, boom, boom)
That's when I realized, banging wasn't for everybody
Switch it up before my enemy or the sheriff got me
They liable to bury him, they nominated six to carry him
They worry him to death, but he's no vegetarian
The beef is on his breath, inheriting the drama better than
A great white, nigga this is life in my aquarium
(Don't get it fucked up)
[Justus (Kendrick Lamar):]
Been away from home
Been away from home
All night long
(All they wanna know is
Where you from? Where you from?
Where you from nigga, huh?
Compton)
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
This is about where I'm from
I think it's time to take these niggas to the deep water
Yeah, down in the Pacific
Where them sharks at
Nigga, down in the deep water
[Anderson .Paak:]
Help me
Feels like you're drowning
I'm drowning
Help me
Help me, help me
Somebody help me
(Shoulda never jumped in
If you, if you can't swim)
Help me
Help me, help me, help me
I can't, I can't breathe
I can't wait, help
(Where's a lifeguard when you need one?)
God please, please help me, please
Please help me, please help...
Please help, please...please...
One Shot One Kill lyrics - Dr. Dre (performed by Jon Connor) (feat. Snoop Dogg)
[Snoop Dogg:]
Guess who's back, it ain't a fuckin' question
They know the name, bow in the presence of a living legend
Fuck what you heard it's murda, murda, you gon' need protection
Some niggas blinded, couldn't see, so look for me to come and give direction
Who hold the crown, it ain't no conversation
I'm bein' modest, should be silent 'less you payin' homage, remain the hottest
Niggas can't stop us, that's just being honest
And makin' hits, I never had problems much in that department
Don't get me started, don't compare me to the newest nigga
For everyone of you, there's a hundred more and I watch them come n' go
My track record ain't coincidental
And these verses is like hearses consistently killin' all with instrumentals
Tell me, fuck what would ya'll do without me?!
Kill yourself or even think of something crazy 'bout me
I'm like Ali a fuckin' champ, now watch me rope a dope
Just watch him choke, cause everythin' I drop is dope
Now watch 'em all go up in smoke
[Jon Connor:]
I came here to raise hell, I can't lie
One shot, one kill, it's real, I ain't hired
Don't shoot one shot if you ain't ready to die
And never get it fucked up, I got shooters for hire
Cause you don't want it, I have you like aye aye
Better back the fuck up, over guns so I try
Now that weak shit will never slide, I despise
You are now not in the presence of nice guys
[Jon Connor:]
Look, what the fuck, I was just chillin' in the cut
And no beginners, only winners run amok, you runners up
You funny fuck like twenty bucks, I know your slut will let me fuck
I told my city "Hold me down", now look how high they hold me up
I'm Kobe clutch, I hold my nuts till I was old enough to cuss
Was kissin' bitches after lunch, now that's a muthafuckin' rush
So by highschool, I was fuckin' niggas bitches on the hush
So no questions and no panties in a muthafuckin' must
It's the peoples rapper, I ain't no rapper
I'm the rapture on the mornin' after
You lackin' passion, you ain't bad, you just a wack distraction
I can't relax cause I feel the magic smashin', Toni Braxton
Where your sisters at? Let's get it crackin' (fuckers)
Look, I was young, I was broke
Had no hope, so I wrote, that's how I cope
I went hard with no results
New approach, same truth
Just get ready, aim, shoot, then get buried, bang, woof
So they better bring troops because...
[Jon Connor:]
I came here to raise hell, I can't lie
One shot, one kill, it's real, I ain't hired
You won't shoot one shot if you ain't ready to die
Never get it fucked up, I got shooters for hire
Cause you don't want it, I have you like aye aye
Better back the fuck up, over guns so I try
Now that weak shit, we'll never slide, I despise
You are now not in the presence of nice guys
[Jon Connor:]
It's fuckin' murder, baby
I'm tryna hurt 'em, baby
I know you heard me, baby
Feel like I'm goin' crazy
It's fuckin' murder, baby
Run, run, run, the cops almost got me
Another tear drop, another fuckin' body
Uh, uh, uh, another fuckin' body
Uh, uh, uh, another body
Uh, uh, uh, another body
Uh, uh, uh, another body
Uh, uh, uh, another fuckin' body, body
Guess who's back, it ain't a fuckin' question
They know the name, bow in the presence of a living legend
Fuck what you heard it's murda, murda, you gon' need protection
Some niggas blinded, couldn't see, so look for me to come and give direction
Who hold the crown, it ain't no conversation
I'm bein' modest, should be silent 'less you payin' homage, remain the hottest
Niggas can't stop us, that's just being honest
And makin' hits, I never had problems much in that department
Don't get me started, don't compare me to the newest nigga
For everyone of you, there's a hundred more and I watch them come n' go
My track record ain't coincidental
And these verses is like hearses consistently killin' all with instrumentals
Tell me, fuck what would ya'll do without me?!
Kill yourself or even think of something crazy 'bout me
I'm like Ali a fuckin' champ, now watch me rope a dope
Just watch him choke, cause everythin' I drop is dope
Now watch 'em all go up in smoke
[Jon Connor:]
I came here to raise hell, I can't lie
One shot, one kill, it's real, I ain't hired
Don't shoot one shot if you ain't ready to die
And never get it fucked up, I got shooters for hire
Cause you don't want it, I have you like aye aye
Better back the fuck up, over guns so I try
Now that weak shit will never slide, I despise
You are now not in the presence of nice guys
[Jon Connor:]
Look, what the fuck, I was just chillin' in the cut
And no beginners, only winners run amok, you runners up
You funny fuck like twenty bucks, I know your slut will let me fuck
I told my city "Hold me down", now look how high they hold me up
I'm Kobe clutch, I hold my nuts till I was old enough to cuss
Was kissin' bitches after lunch, now that's a muthafuckin' rush
So by highschool, I was fuckin' niggas bitches on the hush
So no questions and no panties in a muthafuckin' must
It's the peoples rapper, I ain't no rapper
I'm the rapture on the mornin' after
You lackin' passion, you ain't bad, you just a wack distraction
I can't relax cause I feel the magic smashin', Toni Braxton
Where your sisters at? Let's get it crackin' (fuckers)
Look, I was young, I was broke
Had no hope, so I wrote, that's how I cope
I went hard with no results
New approach, same truth
Just get ready, aim, shoot, then get buried, bang, woof
So they better bring troops because...
[Jon Connor:]
I came here to raise hell, I can't lie
One shot, one kill, it's real, I ain't hired
You won't shoot one shot if you ain't ready to die
Never get it fucked up, I got shooters for hire
Cause you don't want it, I have you like aye aye
Better back the fuck up, over guns so I try
Now that weak shit, we'll never slide, I despise
You are now not in the presence of nice guys
[Jon Connor:]
It's fuckin' murder, baby
I'm tryna hurt 'em, baby
I know you heard me, baby
Feel like I'm goin' crazy
It's fuckin' murder, baby
Run, run, run, the cops almost got me
Another tear drop, another fuckin' body
Uh, uh, uh, another fuckin' body
Uh, uh, uh, another body
Uh, uh, uh, another body
Uh, uh, uh, another body
Uh, uh, uh, another fuckin' body, body
Just Another Day lyrics - Dr. Dre (performed by The Game) (feat. Asia Bryant)
It's motherfuckin' Game time!
[Game:]
Six pounds of chronic on my grandma coffee table
That's how you remember it, that's how I remember it
Yeah, dip into the liquor store, .9 in my khaki's
Crips tryna get at me, my red Impala bumping like acne
My city a trap me
Been shot, robbed, stabbed, chased home, socked out
Jabbed by esse's, cops, degenerate niggas with rags
Disintegrate niggas went into me, dome shots like Kennedy
Slugs trippin' with Henessey, got murderous tendencies
And if you don't know where the fuck they got me from
Martin Scorsese when I pull out my gun
Scarface, car chase, tell me how your blood taste
Ask your baby mama, she'll tell you how a blood taste
Basket case, still I'm back with Dre, shit I never left
Run up in Beats, "Bitch pass the safe! Compton"
Produced by a billionaire in this motherfucker
Still smoking, Dre we need a ceiling in this motherfucker
Compton!
They're killing in this motherfucker
They're drilling in this motherfucker
Lock the door, they're stealing in this motherfucker
No chains, no reins, this my home
Nigga this hub city, no fly zone
Niggas pull out burners, start breaking like turbo on ozone
Crack fiends on the back streets
Where the tracks lean and the needles lay
And switchblades, if you bitch made
Put chili all on your Frito Lay's
Where we dream of Montego Bay
But all we got is the swap meet
Where the cops meet, go bang bang
Leaves blood stains on the concrete
And I'm the only nigga bumping Mobb Deep
Cause I mob deep down that side street
I'm a west side rider, [?] gats on collars
Don't hate me, better get your dollars
I be on Rosecrans with a Glock in both hands
Leaning on that bro hand
Flame dump like a co-tail with my name on it
[Asia Bryant:]
Another day in Compton, the thrill is high
Know somebody's watching, but I don't know why
Feel the fire burning, it touches the sky
Feeling coming at you, I won't die tonight
So I get by, I get by
I get by, I get, I get by
Cause it's just another day in Compton
[Game:]
Six pounds of chronic on my grandma coffee table
That's how you remember it, that's how I remember it
Yeah, dip into the liquor store, .9 in my khaki's
Crips tryna get at me, my red Impala bumping like acne
My city a trap me
Been shot, robbed, stabbed, chased home, socked out
Jabbed by esse's, cops, degenerate niggas with rags
Disintegrate niggas went into me, dome shots like Kennedy
Slugs trippin' with Henessey, got murderous tendencies
And if you don't know where the fuck they got me from
Martin Scorsese when I pull out my gun
Scarface, car chase, tell me how your blood taste
Ask your baby mama, she'll tell you how a blood taste
Basket case, still I'm back with Dre, shit I never left
Run up in Beats, "Bitch pass the safe! Compton"
Produced by a billionaire in this motherfucker
Still smoking, Dre we need a ceiling in this motherfucker
Compton!
They're killing in this motherfucker
They're drilling in this motherfucker
Lock the door, they're stealing in this motherfucker
No chains, no reins, this my home
Nigga this hub city, no fly zone
Niggas pull out burners, start breaking like turbo on ozone
Crack fiends on the back streets
Where the tracks lean and the needles lay
And switchblades, if you bitch made
Put chili all on your Frito Lay's
Where we dream of Montego Bay
But all we got is the swap meet
Where the cops meet, go bang bang
Leaves blood stains on the concrete
And I'm the only nigga bumping Mobb Deep
Cause I mob deep down that side street
I'm a west side rider, [?] gats on collars
Don't hate me, better get your dollars
I be on Rosecrans with a Glock in both hands
Leaning on that bro hand
Flame dump like a co-tail with my name on it
[Asia Bryant:]
Another day in Compton, the thrill is high
Know somebody's watching, but I don't know why
Feel the fire burning, it touches the sky
Feeling coming at you, I won't die tonight
So I get by, I get by
I get by, I get, I get by
Cause it's just another day in Compton
For The Love Of Money lyrics - Dr. Dre (feat. Jill Scott, Jon Connor & Anderson .Paak)
[Jill Scott:]
For the love of money
For the love of money
For the love of money
It's beautiful outside
Looks like it's raining money, mayne
It's beautiful outside
Looks like it's raining money, mayne
[Jon Connor:]
Say what's up to the broke nigga at the rich party
Who the fuck let this nigga in?
Do I look like I give a fuck? Sorry
Looking at these hoes and they gold digger gorgeous tryna get me
I run game on a bitch, one Mississippi two Mississippi
Flint nigga in the spot til they pop one and the cops come like (woo!)
Motherfuckers own a shotgun like a pop gun and they ready like yeah
Still a good nigga I'm a Northside nigga til I'm gone
Do it for the ones in the hood like Connor gon' put the city on
Fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit go
Live for my hood, look this for my block
Ride for the hood, gotta spit it like Pac
I ain't got shit but I still feel good
Nigga can't take what a nigga don't got
Go hard in the paint, you can tell em post up
Homie in the hood like "let me hold something"
Your mans in the hood talking all that shit
When they ran up on him lil buddy froze up
All they be talkin' but ain't saying nothing
Niggas be talking that ain't what they want
Ain't no fake shit around here
Cause my nigga my city is really as real as the fuck
I be killing this and not giving a fuck
You laugh at a bitch, she get hid in the trunk
You think this sound crazy, that's how I grew up
So this for my people that's still in the cut
[Jill Scott:]
I said I want that, need that
The root of all evil mayne, (get it, get it)
I said I want that, need that
The root of all evil, mayne
[Dr. Dre (Anderson .Paak):]
Said what's up to the nigga wearing all black at a white party
And I'm looking like I don't give a fuck
That's how I get down nigga sorry
And I'm looking like I don't play no games, nah, nigga don't try me
Been that nigga that's been spitting that
Paid dues like a motherfucking hobby
If you're on that bullshit nigga better fly that shit right by me
I came from the bottom of this bitch and made it out of that shit
And that's why we on top of this motherfucking world
Damn, look at that body
She come along with the territories
Turn around, move it for me, bend it over, end of story
(Seems like chasing paper's what's important to you)
Got a relationship with that money
(But that bitch will never be faithful to you)
Even though I know she knows she crazy
(Please just let it go, seize, no saving you)
Ride, ride
Til the motherfucking wheels fall off in this bitch
(We can do it for the love)
But I'm never stopping my poppin'
(These numbers don't lie, but your love is superficial
It's the simple shit you need to pay attention to)
[Jill Scott:]
Want that, need that
Root of all evil, mayne
I said I want that, need that
Root of all evil, mayne
[Jill Scott:]
It's beautiful outside
Looks like it's raining money, mayne
It's beautiful outside
Looks like it's raining money, mayne
[Jill Scott:]
Want that, need that
The root of all evil mayne, get it, get it
I said I want that, need that
For the love of money
For the love of money
For the love of money
It's beautiful outside
Looks like it's raining money, mayne
It's beautiful outside
Looks like it's raining money, mayne
[Jon Connor:]
Say what's up to the broke nigga at the rich party
Who the fuck let this nigga in?
Do I look like I give a fuck? Sorry
Looking at these hoes and they gold digger gorgeous tryna get me
I run game on a bitch, one Mississippi two Mississippi
Flint nigga in the spot til they pop one and the cops come like (woo!)
Motherfuckers own a shotgun like a pop gun and they ready like yeah
Still a good nigga I'm a Northside nigga til I'm gone
Do it for the ones in the hood like Connor gon' put the city on
Fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit go
Live for my hood, look this for my block
Ride for the hood, gotta spit it like Pac
I ain't got shit but I still feel good
Nigga can't take what a nigga don't got
Go hard in the paint, you can tell em post up
Homie in the hood like "let me hold something"
Your mans in the hood talking all that shit
When they ran up on him lil buddy froze up
All they be talkin' but ain't saying nothing
Niggas be talking that ain't what they want
Ain't no fake shit around here
Cause my nigga my city is really as real as the fuck
I be killing this and not giving a fuck
You laugh at a bitch, she get hid in the trunk
You think this sound crazy, that's how I grew up
So this for my people that's still in the cut
[Jill Scott:]
I said I want that, need that
The root of all evil mayne, (get it, get it)
I said I want that, need that
The root of all evil, mayne
[Dr. Dre (Anderson .Paak):]
Said what's up to the nigga wearing all black at a white party
And I'm looking like I don't give a fuck
That's how I get down nigga sorry
And I'm looking like I don't play no games, nah, nigga don't try me
Been that nigga that's been spitting that
Paid dues like a motherfucking hobby
If you're on that bullshit nigga better fly that shit right by me
I came from the bottom of this bitch and made it out of that shit
And that's why we on top of this motherfucking world
Damn, look at that body
She come along with the territories
Turn around, move it for me, bend it over, end of story
(Seems like chasing paper's what's important to you)
Got a relationship with that money
(But that bitch will never be faithful to you)
Even though I know she knows she crazy
(Please just let it go, seize, no saving you)
Ride, ride
Til the motherfucking wheels fall off in this bitch
(We can do it for the love)
But I'm never stopping my poppin'
(These numbers don't lie, but your love is superficial
It's the simple shit you need to pay attention to)
[Jill Scott:]
Want that, need that
Root of all evil, mayne
I said I want that, need that
Root of all evil, mayne
[Jill Scott:]
It's beautiful outside
Looks like it's raining money, mayne
It's beautiful outside
Looks like it's raining money, mayne
[Jill Scott:]
Want that, need that
The root of all evil mayne, get it, get it
I said I want that, need that
Satisfiction lyrics - Dr. Dre (feat. Snoop Dogg, Marsha Ambrosius & King Mez)
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
Simple pleasures, rockstar living
Drugs and mansions, hit the ceiling
Cars expensive, blow this action
True revealing
Satisfiction
[Dr. Dre:]
Yeah, I mean, I listen to these rap records
Half the time I'm suspicious
You niggas sound so fictitious
Believe me I know the difference
I got some words for you niggas
You're the definition of (Satisfiction)
Listen up, I been where you're going three times and plus
Big houses, cars, jewelry, bad bitches all around us
Motherfucker uh, I seen it all and guess what
It's the (Satisfiction) you feel me?
[King Mez:]
Oh yeah, I see what you're saying
I know some niggas just like that
Frontin' ass niggas man, really ain't got no bucks like that
Stuck like that, its cool if you cool gettin' love like that
Flashin' down the Southside Raleigh
You'll be runnin' outta blunts like that
What I mean by that is
Why your name always in these rental records
Spendin' rent money gettin' that bottle service into your section
You leased your car, leased your house, leased your spouse
No she leavin' if you run outta paper
And might be smashin' your neighbor
I know you think you're a star cause followers clickin'
Guess your ambition is to keep up with social tradition
Like sneaker shoppin' summer you niggas are fuckin' sickenin'
Cause you'll take your soul out, just so you can fit in
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
Simple pleasures, rockstar living
Drugs and mansions, hit the ceiling
Cars expensive, blow this action
True revealing
Satisfiction
[Snoop Dogg:]
Cuz, fuck wrong with these niggas
These labels always ask me to do a song with these niggas
Doc, I think its time for you to open up the pharmacy nigga
And change this fuckin' music shit my nigga, you should consider
Nah, I'll be doin' me lokin, keepin' these bad bitches open
And keeping them wet yep, see cause Long Beach right by that ocean
Sippin' that gin and juice my nigga, yep I'm still on that potion
All these random niggas fake as fuck and I'm stil gettin' noticed
God damn man, how we s'posed to handle this shit, cuh
Everything we done built these niggas dismantled this shit, cuh
We gotta get back to that real, that's on the dub
Another lesson from your uncle Snoop, what what what?
[Dr. Dre (Marsha Ambrosius):]
(I'm just stating the facts
Don't get no realer than that
Satisfiction, attention, listen, play your position, player)
Shouldn't be too hard my nigga
Supposed to be like a lay up
It shouldn't be so hard to be yourself
My nigga wake up
Stay up, pay up, straight up, cake up
Thats what I'm made of, high? Yup
My life is all authentic, that's why I'm goin' way up
Your satisfaction is fictitious, your happiness is made up
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
Simple pleasures, rockstar living
Drugs and mansions, hit the ceiling
Cars expensive, blow this action
True revealing
Satisfiction
Satisfiction
Satisfiction
Simple pleasures, rockstar living
Drugs and mansions, hit the ceiling
Cars expensive, blow this action
True revealing
Satisfiction
[Dr. Dre:]
Yeah, I mean, I listen to these rap records
Half the time I'm suspicious
You niggas sound so fictitious
Believe me I know the difference
I got some words for you niggas
You're the definition of (Satisfiction)
Listen up, I been where you're going three times and plus
Big houses, cars, jewelry, bad bitches all around us
Motherfucker uh, I seen it all and guess what
It's the (Satisfiction) you feel me?
[King Mez:]
Oh yeah, I see what you're saying
I know some niggas just like that
Frontin' ass niggas man, really ain't got no bucks like that
Stuck like that, its cool if you cool gettin' love like that
Flashin' down the Southside Raleigh
You'll be runnin' outta blunts like that
What I mean by that is
Why your name always in these rental records
Spendin' rent money gettin' that bottle service into your section
You leased your car, leased your house, leased your spouse
No she leavin' if you run outta paper
And might be smashin' your neighbor
I know you think you're a star cause followers clickin'
Guess your ambition is to keep up with social tradition
Like sneaker shoppin' summer you niggas are fuckin' sickenin'
Cause you'll take your soul out, just so you can fit in
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
Simple pleasures, rockstar living
Drugs and mansions, hit the ceiling
Cars expensive, blow this action
True revealing
Satisfiction
[Snoop Dogg:]
Cuz, fuck wrong with these niggas
These labels always ask me to do a song with these niggas
Doc, I think its time for you to open up the pharmacy nigga
And change this fuckin' music shit my nigga, you should consider
Nah, I'll be doin' me lokin, keepin' these bad bitches open
And keeping them wet yep, see cause Long Beach right by that ocean
Sippin' that gin and juice my nigga, yep I'm still on that potion
All these random niggas fake as fuck and I'm stil gettin' noticed
God damn man, how we s'posed to handle this shit, cuh
Everything we done built these niggas dismantled this shit, cuh
We gotta get back to that real, that's on the dub
Another lesson from your uncle Snoop, what what what?
[Dr. Dre (Marsha Ambrosius):]
(I'm just stating the facts
Don't get no realer than that
Satisfiction, attention, listen, play your position, player)
Shouldn't be too hard my nigga
Supposed to be like a lay up
It shouldn't be so hard to be yourself
My nigga wake up
Stay up, pay up, straight up, cake up
Thats what I'm made of, high? Yup
My life is all authentic, that's why I'm goin' way up
Your satisfaction is fictitious, your happiness is made up
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
Simple pleasures, rockstar living
Drugs and mansions, hit the ceiling
Cars expensive, blow this action
True revealing
Satisfiction
Satisfiction
Satisfiction
Animals lyrics - Dr. Dre (feat. Anderson .Paak)
[Anderson .Paak:]
These old sneakers, faded blue jeans
No tricks no gimmicks, I be stomping down down down down down demons
Rolling up trees in the belly of the beast
Where the people disagree, the upper class hate
Middle don't exist, the bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks
Are you jumping on a fad, laying in a ditch
I be stomping down demons, stomping down quick, come on
[Anderson .Paak:]
The police don't come around these parts
They tell me that we all a bunch of animals
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
[Anderson .Paak:]
Bullets still ringing, blood on the cement
Black folks grieving, headlines reading
Tryna pay it no mind, you just living your life
Everyone is a witness, everyone got opinions
Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes
I ain't living in fear but I'm holding him tight
Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes
I ain't living in fear but I'm holding him tight
[Dr. Dre:]
Damn, why the fuck are they after me?
Maybe cause I'm a bastard
Or maybe cause of the way my hair grow naturally
Still tryna figure out, why the fuck I'm full of rage
I think I know this is bullshit right around the fifth grade
Paraphernalia in my locker right next to the switch blade
Nothing but pussy on my mind and some plans of getting paid (Ay)
But I'm a product of the system raised on government aid
And I knew just how to react when it was time for that raid (whoa)
Just a young black man from Compton wondering who could save us
And could barely read the sentences the justice system gave us
So many rental cars with bricks, I think they probably funded Avis
Some of us was unbalanced but some us used our talents
Not all of us criminals but cops be yelling, "Stay back nigga!"
We need a little bit of payback
Don't treat me like an animal cause all this shit is flammable
Don't fuck around cause when it's done it's done
(Fuck you!)
[Anderson .Paak:]
And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day
But that don't make it okay
And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane
But you don't know our pain
[Anderson .Paak:]
The police don't come around these parts
They tell me that we all a bunch of animals
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
The police don't come around these parts
They tell me that we all a bunch of animals
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
[Anderson .Paak:]
These old sneakers, faded blue jeans
No tricks no gimmicks, I be stomping down down down down down demons
Rolling up trees in the belly of the beast
Where the people disagree, the upper class hate
Middle don't exist, the bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks
Are you jumping on a fad, laying in a ditch
I be stomping down demons, stomping down quick, come on
[Anderson .Paak:]
And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day
But that don't make it okay
And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane
But you don't know our pain
[Anderson .Paak:]
The police don't come around these parts
They tell me that we all a bunch of animals
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
The police don't come around these parts
They tell me that we all a bunch of animals
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
[DJ Premier:]
Yeah, this is DJ motherfuckin' Premier
And I'm Dr. Dre (Dr. Dre)
What, Premo!
Yeah we fuckin' shit up
No, we don't play no games here
Mother fucker please!
Aftermath
One of the reasons that me and you click
We don't lose, I always win
Let's face it you basic boy
For realer
Professional winners
For realer
These old sneakers, faded blue jeans
No tricks no gimmicks, I be stomping down down down down down demons
Rolling up trees in the belly of the beast
Where the people disagree, the upper class hate
Middle don't exist, the bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks
Are you jumping on a fad, laying in a ditch
I be stomping down demons, stomping down quick, come on
[Anderson .Paak:]
The police don't come around these parts
They tell me that we all a bunch of animals
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
[Anderson .Paak:]
Bullets still ringing, blood on the cement
Black folks grieving, headlines reading
Tryna pay it no mind, you just living your life
Everyone is a witness, everyone got opinions
Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes
I ain't living in fear but I'm holding him tight
Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes
I ain't living in fear but I'm holding him tight
[Dr. Dre:]
Damn, why the fuck are they after me?
Maybe cause I'm a bastard
Or maybe cause of the way my hair grow naturally
Still tryna figure out, why the fuck I'm full of rage
I think I know this is bullshit right around the fifth grade
Paraphernalia in my locker right next to the switch blade
Nothing but pussy on my mind and some plans of getting paid (Ay)
But I'm a product of the system raised on government aid
And I knew just how to react when it was time for that raid (whoa)
Just a young black man from Compton wondering who could save us
And could barely read the sentences the justice system gave us
So many rental cars with bricks, I think they probably funded Avis
Some of us was unbalanced but some us used our talents
Not all of us criminals but cops be yelling, "Stay back nigga!"
We need a little bit of payback
Don't treat me like an animal cause all this shit is flammable
Don't fuck around cause when it's done it's done
(Fuck you!)
[Anderson .Paak:]
And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day
But that don't make it okay
And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane
But you don't know our pain
[Anderson .Paak:]
The police don't come around these parts
They tell me that we all a bunch of animals
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
The police don't come around these parts
They tell me that we all a bunch of animals
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
[Anderson .Paak:]
These old sneakers, faded blue jeans
No tricks no gimmicks, I be stomping down down down down down demons
Rolling up trees in the belly of the beast
Where the people disagree, the upper class hate
Middle don't exist, the bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks
Are you jumping on a fad, laying in a ditch
I be stomping down demons, stomping down quick, come on
[Anderson .Paak:]
And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day
But that don't make it okay
And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane
But you don't know our pain
[Anderson .Paak:]
The police don't come around these parts
They tell me that we all a bunch of animals
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
The police don't come around these parts
They tell me that we all a bunch of animals
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
[DJ Premier:]
Yeah, this is DJ motherfuckin' Premier
And I'm Dr. Dre (Dr. Dre)
What, Premo!
Yeah we fuckin' shit up
No, we don't play no games here
Mother fucker please!
Aftermath
One of the reasons that me and you click
We don't lose, I always win
Let's face it you basic boy
For realer
Professional winners
For realer
Medicine Man lyrics - Dr. Dre (feat. Eminem, Candice Pillay & Anderson .Paak)
Doc, doc, you gotta give us some good news
(Yeah, about that...)
[Candice Pillay:]
Don't let me find out, the bitch in you
Don't let me find out, the snitch in you
[Candice Pillay:]
Fame and fortune
It's not your forte
Fuck the world now
I'm done with foreplay
Doctor's orders
Go fuck yourself
Take two of these
In the morning,
Overdose,
And kill yourself
Doctor's orders
[Dr. Dre:]
Listen, this is my evaluation
This shit over saturated, y'all can get evacuated
Kids sipping Actavis and they ain't even activated
Married to the internet, stuck in place, salivating
Ain't nobody graduating
Don't nobody love this shit the way I love it
That's why I gotta hate it
Everybody out for fame, that ain't no exaggeration
Damn I'm getting aggravated, fuck, I'm getting agitated
Teachers so underpaid in these fucking schools
The police got our name in all they databases
Girls be thirteen acting twenty-two
Niggas be forty-four acting half they ages
Somebody tell me, what the fuck is going on?
These niggas in tight shit, I'm in the fucking Matrix
It's looking like a sign of the revelation
'Bout time of the return of the fuckin' greatest
I got all these patients man, how come they ain't patient with me?
They just think I want the money, why?
When I can't take it with me
Y'all don't do it for the love, for the love not
They gon' find out who you are, just admit 'fore you get admitted
[Anderson.Paak:]
Say, what you living about
Fuck you gon' tell me
Do you remember how you started out though
You looking lost now
(You want a pass, oh damn)
Fake it 'til you make it
Take your little paper book
When you look in the mirror your credibility's gone now
I'd rather be hated on for who I am
Than to be loved for who I'm not
That's word to doc
[Candice Pillay:]
Fame and fortune
It's not your forte
Fuck the world now
I'm done with foreplay
Doctor's orders
Go fuck yourself
Take two of these
In the morning,
Overdose
And kill yourself
[Eminem (Candice Pillay):]
In the beginning a few of the people who had a problem
I was this good, scoffed, I just shook off
Probably reminded you of the first time you saw Tiger Woods golf
Never thought about how much my race and nationality meant
But based on how I ascended, see how plain it was now, they want me to jet
No one really gave a fuck about my descent, 'till I took off
Mistook me because I look soft
But I stood tall, I just follow the (Doctor's orders)
So I rose and grew balls, told these hoes to screw off
Decided opposing you is what I'm 'posed to do alls
I did was say what I'm feeling when the vocal booth calls
And had you on pins and needles when I spoke to you all
You felt my pain, it's almost like I poked voodoo dolls
And I hope my spirit haunts the studios when I'm gone
My picture jumps off a poster and just floats through the halls
And fucking goes through the walls like the ghost of Lou Rawls
Karma's headed for Armageddon, the drama setter
I'm going in, already got an arm and head
And whoever said words are just words
Can't hurt me more than I give a fuck
Even if my image ends up taking a personal hit
Whoever I hurt or whatever bridges I burned
In this bitch and whatever bitches feel like
They didn't deserve what they get
And whatever consequences come with every verse, it's worth it
So Doc turn the beat on, whose turn is it to get murdered on it?
And here's to all the years I spent toeing a line to overtime
As sure as a mole is blind, in my mind
I'm still underground as a groundhog and I'm a go for mine
Like a whole furrow just tryna dig up some gold and diamonds and coal to find
I'm starting to slow and these lines full of nines
I just load up the most rhymes and open fire with a closed mind
All I needed was someone to co-sign, been a (Doctor's)
Assault rifle with the sniper scope for this whole time
Day one, set with the blasters, give me the orders, I spray uh
Pain in the ass and get shot in the ass with a paint gun
Ain't no one safe from, non-believers there ain't none
I even make the bitches I rape cum
I'm waiting on someone to say something
Dre make the bass bump and let the tape run for old time's sake
I spit it straight through, this is take one
The moment you're waiting for has come but...
[Candice Pillay:]
Fame and fortune
It's not your forte
Fuck the world now
I'm done with foreplay
Doctor's orders
Go fuck yourself
Take two of these in
The morning, overdose,
And kill yourself
Doctor's orders
[Candice Pillay:]
Doctor's orders
Doctor's orders
(Yeah, about that...)
[Candice Pillay:]
Don't let me find out, the bitch in you
Don't let me find out, the snitch in you
[Candice Pillay:]
Fame and fortune
It's not your forte
Fuck the world now
I'm done with foreplay
Doctor's orders
Go fuck yourself
Take two of these
In the morning,
Overdose,
And kill yourself
Doctor's orders
[Dr. Dre:]
Listen, this is my evaluation
This shit over saturated, y'all can get evacuated
Kids sipping Actavis and they ain't even activated
Married to the internet, stuck in place, salivating
Ain't nobody graduating
Don't nobody love this shit the way I love it
That's why I gotta hate it
Everybody out for fame, that ain't no exaggeration
Damn I'm getting aggravated, fuck, I'm getting agitated
Teachers so underpaid in these fucking schools
The police got our name in all they databases
Girls be thirteen acting twenty-two
Niggas be forty-four acting half they ages
Somebody tell me, what the fuck is going on?
These niggas in tight shit, I'm in the fucking Matrix
It's looking like a sign of the revelation
'Bout time of the return of the fuckin' greatest
I got all these patients man, how come they ain't patient with me?
They just think I want the money, why?
When I can't take it with me
Y'all don't do it for the love, for the love not
They gon' find out who you are, just admit 'fore you get admitted
[Anderson.Paak:]
Say, what you living about
Fuck you gon' tell me
Do you remember how you started out though
You looking lost now
(You want a pass, oh damn)
Fake it 'til you make it
Take your little paper book
When you look in the mirror your credibility's gone now
I'd rather be hated on for who I am
Than to be loved for who I'm not
That's word to doc
[Candice Pillay:]
Fame and fortune
It's not your forte
Fuck the world now
I'm done with foreplay
Doctor's orders
Go fuck yourself
Take two of these
In the morning,
Overdose
And kill yourself
[Eminem (Candice Pillay):]
In the beginning a few of the people who had a problem
I was this good, scoffed, I just shook off
Probably reminded you of the first time you saw Tiger Woods golf
Never thought about how much my race and nationality meant
But based on how I ascended, see how plain it was now, they want me to jet
No one really gave a fuck about my descent, 'till I took off
Mistook me because I look soft
But I stood tall, I just follow the (Doctor's orders)
So I rose and grew balls, told these hoes to screw off
Decided opposing you is what I'm 'posed to do alls
I did was say what I'm feeling when the vocal booth calls
And had you on pins and needles when I spoke to you all
You felt my pain, it's almost like I poked voodoo dolls
And I hope my spirit haunts the studios when I'm gone
My picture jumps off a poster and just floats through the halls
And fucking goes through the walls like the ghost of Lou Rawls
Karma's headed for Armageddon, the drama setter
I'm going in, already got an arm and head
And whoever said words are just words
Can't hurt me more than I give a fuck
Even if my image ends up taking a personal hit
Whoever I hurt or whatever bridges I burned
In this bitch and whatever bitches feel like
They didn't deserve what they get
And whatever consequences come with every verse, it's worth it
So Doc turn the beat on, whose turn is it to get murdered on it?
And here's to all the years I spent toeing a line to overtime
As sure as a mole is blind, in my mind
I'm still underground as a groundhog and I'm a go for mine
Like a whole furrow just tryna dig up some gold and diamonds and coal to find
I'm starting to slow and these lines full of nines
I just load up the most rhymes and open fire with a closed mind
All I needed was someone to co-sign, been a (Doctor's)
Assault rifle with the sniper scope for this whole time
Day one, set with the blasters, give me the orders, I spray uh
Pain in the ass and get shot in the ass with a paint gun
Ain't no one safe from, non-believers there ain't none
I even make the bitches I rape cum
I'm waiting on someone to say something
Dre make the bass bump and let the tape run for old time's sake
I spit it straight through, this is take one
The moment you're waiting for has come but...
[Candice Pillay:]
Fame and fortune
It's not your forte
Fuck the world now
I'm done with foreplay
Doctor's orders
Go fuck yourself
Take two of these in
The morning, overdose,
And kill yourself
Doctor's orders
[Candice Pillay:]
Doctor's orders
Doctor's orders
Talking To My Diary lyrics - Dr. Dre
I just need y'all to try to bear with me for a minute
While I talk about the pages of my diary
Listen up
I remember when I got started my intention was to win
But a lot of shit changed since then
Some more friends became enemies in the quest of victory
But I made a vow, never let this shit get to me
I let it pass, so I consider that part of my history
And I'm strong; financially, physically
Mentally I'm on a whole 'nother level
And don't forget that I came from the ghetto
Sold a new house for my moms, that's special
I let you going shopping till your feet get tired
Then a new Benz just for you to ride in
When I didn't have it, you provided
Don't be surprised that I built an enterprise
And my house got a view of the city like a highrise
I'm just talking to my diary, I'm just talking to my diary
When I open up my book I think about the world later
No ink in the pen, no lines on the paper
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
Sometimes when I got a lot of shit on my mind
I'm just staring at the sky, you probably thinkin' I'm high
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
Now puff-puff-pass got a nigga having flashbacks
I remember how it used to be
Now my money like NASDAQ, my checks you can cash that
I remember how it used to be
I used to be a starving artist so I would never starve an artist
This is my passion, it's where my heart is
It gets the hardest when I think about the dearly departed
Like the nigga I started with
I know Eazy can see me now, looking down through the clouds
And regardless, I know my nigga still proud
It's been a while since we spoke but you still my folks
We used to sit back, laugh and joke
Now I remember when we used to do all-nighters
You in the booth and Cube in the corner writing
Where Ren at? Shout out to my nigga Yella
Damn, I miss that
Shit, a nigga having flashbacks
When I open up my book I think about the world later
No ink in the pen, no lines on the paper
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
Sometimes when I got a lot of shit on my mind
I'm just staring at the sky, you probably thinkin' I'm high
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
While I talk about the pages of my diary
Listen up
I remember when I got started my intention was to win
But a lot of shit changed since then
Some more friends became enemies in the quest of victory
But I made a vow, never let this shit get to me
I let it pass, so I consider that part of my history
And I'm strong; financially, physically
Mentally I'm on a whole 'nother level
And don't forget that I came from the ghetto
Sold a new house for my moms, that's special
I let you going shopping till your feet get tired
Then a new Benz just for you to ride in
When I didn't have it, you provided
Don't be surprised that I built an enterprise
And my house got a view of the city like a highrise
I'm just talking to my diary, I'm just talking to my diary
When I open up my book I think about the world later
No ink in the pen, no lines on the paper
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
Sometimes when I got a lot of shit on my mind
I'm just staring at the sky, you probably thinkin' I'm high
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
Now puff-puff-pass got a nigga having flashbacks
I remember how it used to be
Now my money like NASDAQ, my checks you can cash that
I remember how it used to be
I used to be a starving artist so I would never starve an artist
This is my passion, it's where my heart is
It gets the hardest when I think about the dearly departed
Like the nigga I started with
I know Eazy can see me now, looking down through the clouds
And regardless, I know my nigga still proud
It's been a while since we spoke but you still my folks
We used to sit back, laugh and joke
Now I remember when we used to do all-nighters
You in the booth and Cube in the corner writing
Where Ren at? Shout out to my nigga Yella
Damn, I miss that
Shit, a nigga having flashbacks
When I open up my book I think about the world later
No ink in the pen, no lines on the paper
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
Sometimes when I got a lot of shit on my mind
I'm just staring at the sky, you probably thinkin' I'm high
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
Lolo (Intro) lyrics - Dr. Dre
Hey Wat's Sup Nigga
[Lowrider Jumping In The Background]
[Conversation Going On In The Background]
[Lowrider Jumping In The Background]
[Conversation Going On In The Background]
The Watcher lyrics - Dr. Dre
[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)
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)
Fuck You lyrics - Dr. Dre (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!
[Chorus]
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!
[Chorus]
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