EP: Grand Theft Auto Online: The Contract (2021)












 

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)


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