I you, to understand something That when I come up in this I want the fans jumping I want the fists, in the air, I don't look like a millionaire But I feel like a million bucks, ladies won't ya fill cups Shady's come to 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 strapped so much TNT We may blow, no not even CPR the EMT's Could help you to resuscitate, you busters must be flustered, You can't cut the mustard, what's your problem, can't you bust a What's my name? Shady came and just crushed the game It's really not fair to them, cause they pale in comparison So they might as well wear his skin Don't you wish you could share his pen? Cause this getting embarrassing The fog is and the air is thin Cause he won't even let try to breathe He makes it look so easy, girl you hit the lottery
Now this'll be the part of the that they drop the needle on And hell, breaks, Try to restrain us you can't contain us, we're still make a stink No what, we, do Everywhere we go it seems we're for any excuse To just, cut, So this'll be the part of the song that they drop the on And hell, breaks,
is when shit hits the fan, like it just splattered on Stan This is the only that matters, your 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 a seance, it hums (It makes them stay in a trance, no choice, they to dance) It's like the playoffs, just 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 away all the Shake all them cobwebs loose, loosen up a little bit of Grey Goose Yeah 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 comes to the use You know I can't to lose, me and my goons are like animals We through like a pack of wolves, and we came here to retract the roof Yeah man ain't the truth, girl your man's back in the booth Definitely back up in this bitch, and this is when all hell breaks
Now this'll be the part of the song that drop the needle on And hell, breaks, Try to restrain us you can't contain us, we're still gonna make a 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 they drop the needle on And hell, breaks,
Now I know feeling discouraged but homie just mark my words I'm mur-ur-during the flow, liquid courage I'm fin' to As soon as we hit the do' surges head to toe I'm sure to it as far as words are meant to go We're in the indigo Winnebago with tinted Ferocious as we proceed to up the block wit yo' ho With knocking it's 3 o'clock, me and Doc then proceed to drop "E" and hop out the and knock on your do'
Yeah, so let us in 'fore we and puff and we blow We ain't for nothing, we'll knock the stuffing out you Revenge is so sweet, move you injure your feet Yeah, it or lose it freak, move to the beat, lose yourself indubitably Pass up on that little 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 hating on me, but I refuse to lose any Keep that deuce-deuce in the seat, "Dre fell off", news to me
Now this'll be the part of the that they drop the needle on And hell, breaks, Try to restrain us you can't contain us, we're still gonna make a No what, we, do we go it seems we're looking for any excuse To just, cut, So this'll be the of the song that they drop the needle on And hell, breaks,