Lyrics:
Yeah, this is Dr. Dre
And this is the next Aftermath representative, Jon Connor!
The album is 'Vehicle City'
Aftermath
This some 2018 shit
So
at the mall, shoot hoops too
Whole crew rockin' suit's made by Bruce Bruce
And my wood wheel is a blue spruce
(It's a blue spruce)
Damn, okay, RiFF, feel me?
of your
House, still with the Morehouse
Big black shit
Bigger, blacker, bolder, like Shaft, bitch
Ain't a cracker giving me the shaft, bitch
Nat Turner with
I’ve already tried
I’ll run away but the damage is done
My heart is frozen but warmed by the sun
My heart is black but my money is blue
Put on a smile
like I’m hank
I’m so Atlanta like summerhill by Turner Field long live
Summerhill billy Charles from Summerhill
Eyes bigger den my stomach need
show you where this dirty shotgun goes
Mad like six green mean joe's
If i'm a little crazy i think it already shows
Because i talk about anything that
of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef bout movements
BM dubs on them big things looking foolish
Shawty sitting low big things popping
thousand)
I'm a big dog, I made it with Emily (Dog)
And it's no lookin' back
Even if I'm on a plane
And someone keep kickin' me
And I'm stayin' on track
Even
Klay Thompson
Plug got a big chin Joe Swanson
I'm picking drugs like cotton
I got the blues like I'm Robert Johnson
10 zips I ain't talking October
I'm
for that)
Brown paper bag (we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me
just blow by 'em
I ran it back but I leveled up on my second go just like Joe Biden
I took the bar and I threw it up like go find it
I'm in charge but
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
to win
Chargin like I'm shack too
Big racks in pocket too
Win or lose I'll still finish
Work hard I'll keep business
Steady by the fucken minute
Everybody
a weave
Trunk full of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef bout movements
BM dubs on them big things looking foolish
Shawty sitting
happened, I still had to wait
I didn't get paid til eighty-eight
I made nine albums in nine years
I'm a true blue West coast pioneer
Dr. Dre, Ice-T,
I took five shots and I felt it in my soul
I gave him five back and he felt it in his skull
She stripping softly like its velveted velcro
Jump me by
not Tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we prayed and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get
Citizen is evident the denizens
Took over the big house on some Nat Turner shit
Shoulders back, hair tied to the fucking firmament
Can't be like us,
as the realest you heard
With my pen I kill 'em absurd and rhyme seven syllable word
I'm not your average Joe
Hardcore, far more than the average
I'm
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
Took 'em on a movie, called it "Bubble Gut"
Big dawg, we'll hit your gunners up (slatt, dog)
Come in first place, not the runner up
Came from
Yeah
Get you fucked up off these white claws
One swipe finna turn your squadron into five fjords
Big body ursa, major in a tribe war
Lightning strike
and the company
Joe Robbie Boys
Untouchable
Yeah
And by the way, it was never my intention to make a project or an album
I just wanted to make an intro song for my
your b*tch Big Meat
She givin' one blood, one love, on dubs
140 thousand the first week uhhhhh
[Hook: The Game]
Remix, remix, remix, remix
Remix, remix,
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