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c'est Buena Hid, gros bolide du 9-3
Tu veux test' avec moi mec
J'vais te casser le bras
J'vais t'apprendre à rapper
Pédé c'est pas la Star Academy
Ici

call the coroner
Because my stanzas alone
Can leave all these herbs in hearses

I don't even understand
Why you wanna brag about
Putting a nine to your

large medallions
We had no fathers, we’d resort to violence
We were taught bravado from our Onyx albums

Hip-hop, to the core
I’d bop to The score
Rap

Talking on em gram
And I would kill Nigga well just to have a dad
I go by milo hit a nigga in the back if that hoe is a pimp
Witness on that scene wanna see

nails i’m white and I’m corny
I’m Industry’s Saved by the Bell
My neighbour so far away
She don't see when I check the mail
My homie a magician
He turn

To the seven oh two
Four-Six-Nine, we don't fuck with you
Dallas full of fakes, don't get too comfortable

I'm done politicing, I've been living on the limit

H-town
Raised in the middle east
Seen every part of the world from
The ghetto to the beach
But unfortunately that was all
Before I turned 9
So

Them big B's head so good
Almost said some shit I didn't mean
Punched a hunnid 12 Pros
Damn near the Max Man if I could
I'll throw yo album in the trash

"Ayy
We want you to do a video for beats by Dre"
I thought, "Shit, this must be my day, "
Let me set it off
So flylingual and swagnificently fresh
I've

I'm recordin' that shit on
The fuckin' little mic
By the little camera thing on
The fuckin' Mac book
So this shit is choppy and bad quality
But fuck

I could tell by your dress code you extra hoe
I guess the rap game's 'bout
Who flex the most
All these funny niggas with cloudy
Jewelry at these

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I gotta white face
Tell me can you have black thoughts with a white face
I was brought up on this music taught by its influence
So much I never

to bro

cctually Slide that shit to me 
I been switching up my calendar can't work from 10-3
I been followed by some crowds that got u running back for

back in the day
I was rapping
Still distracted
By a 9 to 5
Everybody thought I was cappin'
Or thought it was whack
Or saw it as a
Waste of time
I was

talk our age
Godfather ting kiss the ring before we parlay
Of course I've been intrigued by the scene
I stitch and seam from the same region as celestine

tryna hit the Stop-n-Go
They robbin boys, can't even order Domino's
Peer pressured into weed, i was 9 or so
Put the swisher sweet down til ya momma goes

glock 9 handy
We influenced by the gods
Rap n**** still scamming
Like that's the only way to bomb
Sexy girls dressed like Nami only time I'm ever fucking

Still Dre

Cee

Tribute to Dr. Dre

2004

known to rock
You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block
Ladies they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How nigga?
My last album was

So you tryna get some attention by cussing and eating a fucking cockroach?
And Goblin, you get no props on it
It sucks so much I get blowjobs from it

I was told by all my teachers I have instability. I move alone and in silence because I live in this city
I'm pretty antisocial, not much life in my

to stack 401k off uh doing this
By the time next years
Up talking nothing less
Remember renting fairgrounds for a show
Remember stressing I was venting

DAMI, man
Tune in, and he's sixteen, keep in mind
Got like fourteen million streams
Debut album at number nine on Spotify charts
Don't fuckin' play

the highest
I'm rambling by
Scramble my egg's as I wake and bake
Trying to be better than Hov
As good as Tech N9ne at every
Show, I'm losing my mind, let me