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