Lyrics:
Life’s too short
To play games
Who are mine
I need to know what is real
So I don’t waste my time
Giving my love
To someone that’s cool
Cause I plan to give
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
do
Ok you want me to do the intro alright
Parental discretion is advised for the moment
While I'm getting candid now understand it
Ain't too
the presentation to the Audience
It is now up to the audience to appreciate the finished work
To apply seasoning without tasting is an insult by an uncultured,
But I can tell Ghetto was one of them kids
That couldn't eat sweets
Or drink fizzy drinks without getting hyper
I be the sniper on the rooftop
Boy
of here.
Yo Dre give me a funky ass bass line.
(Intro Chorus)
What fuck is up? In the place to be.
Coming on the mic is Eazy Motherfucking-E.
Dre is
Everywhere that I went
Everywhere that I went
Everywhere that I went
Before nine
I imagine what was on the radio
It was placed there without my
the facts
Sendin' me nonsense, I ain't sendin' back, boy
You don't get it, fine
Ima work, grind
Merchandise, signed
Your vision, blind
A dream of mine is
of here.
Yo Dre give me a funky ass bass line.
(Intro Chorus)
What fuck is up? In the place to be.
Coming on the mic is Eazy Motherfucking-E.
Dre is
shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
rate
yea cause minimum wage is okay for today
but im being drawn away, might leave without a trace
yes im being law'ed away, i cant even make a case
but
of here.
Yo Dre give me a funky ass bass line.
(Intro Chorus)
What fuck is up? In the place to be.
Coming on the mic is Eazy Motherfucking-E.
Dre is
This is my voyage
Boy it's incredible exceptional
How I make illegible sketches to decibels
Something they can never do all my records do
The Matisse
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda want to be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
Yea. Now we talking
Got a movement moving faster than often surrounded by solvent and carcinogens
My drive is like, drifting in a civic whip
Spitting
a sit-down
Forget the studio and the mixdown
It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit
You clean like a radio edit
You couldn't tell that
and all that! - My clothes is all that!
Chumps steppin' to me. - That's where they took a FALL at! [scratches]
B.I.G. without burner. - That's unheard of
I
stand.
Loyalty torched dignity,
Burned him up and he ran.
There's nothing worse than a radio edit.
Girls' fashion's callous, the standard
Is angry,
And pockets say they all mine
No matter what type of danger may befall
If the price is right
All you gotta do is make the call
But don't be the enemy Saul
Lubriderm, time took to write this
The war will be fought by the righteous
Who stand criticized by his un Alikeness
Knowledge is the truth and it's
with some new flavors, yeah
Yeah
Don't ever say it to my face but I'm the nigga that they hate, yeah
(Looking clearer than a radio edit in this
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