Dr. Dre other songs:

 

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)

"Compton" (2015)

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?

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!)

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

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

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

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

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