I you, to understand something That when I come up in this bitch I the fans jumping I the fists, pumping in the air, I don't look like a millionaire But I feel like a bucks, ladies won't ya fill your cups come to fill ya up, are you a D or a C cup? You could even be a B, just me and D-R-E You'll be in the E.R., we are with so much TNT We may blow, no not CPR from the EMT's help you to resuscitate, you busters must be flustered, wait You can't cut the mustard, what's your problem, you bust a grape? {*chka-chk-chk*} What's my name? Shady came and just the game really not even fair to them, cause they pale in comparison So much might as well wear his skin Don't you wish you could just share his Cause this shit's getting The fog is and the air is thin Cause he even let them try to breathe He makes it look so easy, girl you just hit the
Now this'll be the of the song that they drop the needle on And hell, breaks, Try to us you can't contain us, we're still gonna make a stink No what, we, do Everywhere we go it we're looking for any excuse To just, cut, So this'll be the part of the song that they the needle on And hell, breaks,
is when shit hits the fan, like it just splattered on Stan This is the only moment that matters, homie rolling with Mathers chaos erupts, Em's in back, Dre's in the front So do what we say at once, this song's like a seance, it (It makes them stay in a trance, no choice, have to dance) It's like the playoffs, making sure that we stay in the hunt Take a day off for what? Man, you lay off the blunts You must be something You think I ain't smoking nothing, stay off my Now hit the flo' baby, time to wipe all the rust Shake all them cobwebs loose, up with a little bit of Grey Goose girl shake that caboose, I don't wanna see you try to make no excuse D-R-E is on the loose, a mongoose when it to the chronic use You know I can't stand to lose, me and my goons are animals We come through a pack of wolves, and we came here to retract the roof man ain't that the truth, girl your man's back in the booth Definitely back up in this bitch, and this is when all breaks loose
Now this'll be the part of the song that drop the needle on And hell, breaks, Try to restrain us you can't us, we're still gonna make a stink No what, we, do Everywhere we go it seems we're looking for any To just, cut, So this'll be the part of the song that they the needle on And hell, breaks,
Now I you're feeling discouraged but homie just mark my words I'm mur-ur-during the flow, liquid I'm fin' to blow As soon as we hit the do' power head to toe I'm sure to push it as far as words are to go We're in the indigo Winnebago with windows Ferocious as we proceed to up the block wit yo' ho With speakers knocking it's 3 o'clock, me and Doc proceed to drop "E" and hop out the vehicle and on your do'
Yeah, so let us in we huff and puff and we blow We ain't bluffing for nothing, we'll knock the out you Revenge is so sweet, move 'til you injure feet Yeah, move it or it freak, move to the beat, lose yourself indubitably Pass up on little cute chick Right that'll be pretty damn stupid of me and raised in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, rules of the streets Them haters on me, but I refuse to lose any sleep Keep that deuce-deuce in the seat, "Dre fell off", that's to me
Now this'll be the of the song that they drop the needle on And hell, breaks, Try to us you can't contain us, we're still gonna make a stink No what, we, do we go it seems we're looking for any excuse To just, cut, So this'll be the part of the song that drop the needle on And hell, breaks,