I you, to understand something That I come up in this bitch I want the fans jumping I the fists, pumping in the air, I don't look like a millionaire But I feel like a million bucks, ladies won't ya your cups Shady's come to fill ya up, are you a D or a C You could even be a B, it's just me and You'll be in the E.R., we are strapped with so 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, can't you bust a {*chka-chk-chk*} What's my name? Shady came and just crushed the It's really not even fair to them, they pale in comparison So much they might as well wear his you wish you could just share his pen? Cause shit's getting embarrassing The fog is and the air is thin Cause he even let them try to breathe He makes it look so easy, you just hit the lottery
Now this'll be the part of the song that they drop the 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 that they drop the needle on And hell, breaks,
This is when shit hits the fan, like it just on Stan This is the only moment that matters, your homie rolling Mathers Like chaos erupts, Em's in back, Dre's in the So do what we say at once, song's like a seance, it hums (It them stay in a trance, no choice, they have to dance) It's like the playoffs, just making sure that we in the hunt Take a day off for Man, you better lay off the blunts You must be something You think I ain't smoking nothing, off my nuts Now hit the baby, time to wipe away all the rust Shake all them cobwebs loose, up with a little bit of Grey Goose Yeah girl shake caboose, I don't wanna see you try to make no excuse D-R-E is on the loose, a when it comes to the chronic use You I can't stand to lose, me and my goons are like animals We come like a pack of wolves, and we came here to retract the roof Yeah man ain't that the truth, girl 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 they drop the on And hell, breaks, Try to restrain us you can't contain us, 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 of the song that they drop the needle on And hell, breaks,
Now I know you're discouraged but homie just mark my words I'm mur-ur-during the flow, liquid courage I'm fin' to As as we hit the do' power surges head to toe I'm sure to it as far as words are meant 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 and puff and we blow We ain't bluffing for nothing, knock the stuffing out you is so sweet, move 'til you injure your feet Yeah, it or lose it freak, move to the beat, lose yourself indubitably Pass up on that little cute Right there that'll be pretty damn of me Born and in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, rules of the streets 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 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 they drop the needle on And hell, breaks,