Lyrics:
if, someday you say, "Who the hell is that?"
Would Beats by Dre, pay 20K
For us to say that they are great
Recording costs, for this whole song
don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O double-G-Y D-O double-G
Real G's who drop ki's, protect these N-U-T's, so
don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O double-G-Y D-O double-G
Real G's who drop ki's, protect these N-U-T's, so
all sad songs
But this the one that I can laugh on
Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac
Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac
Get 'em
Girl, shake that body
Get 'em Mac
rappin' with
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Are you from Los Angeles
New York, or just a janitor
From Canada? Oh, Canibitch
So, in two seconds flat, Dre's
shit, huh, Dre?
Oh, for sho'
Yeah
Check me out
It's still Dre, Day nigga, AK, nigga
Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
'Cause when
(Miller Mac) Miller Mac
I see you Mac, these are my friends (Miller, Miller, Miller, Miller)
There's snowflakes fallin' on my debit card
Swear I'm not
the trees.
There will be another song for me, for I will sing it.
There would be another dream for me, someone will bring it.
Oh, I will drink the wine
Gamblin' every time we put a record out
Just lookin' for that hook (Wait, Dre, look)
Shorty, I love you and you love me too
We were meant to be
'Cause,
miles in the sky
Please, undo your seat belt for takeoff
You are now free to smoke about the cabin, cabin
I'm Dre from back in the day, from
N.W.A,
shit, huh, Dre?
Oh, for sho'
Yeah
Check me out
It's still Dre, Day nigga, AK, nigga
Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
'Cause when
took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
There will be another song for me
For I will sing it
There will be another dream
all about reality")
("I ain't gotta tell you this but one mo' time..")
("Leroy!") (".. now pay attention")
I'm like Dre, Eazy, Cube, King Tee and Ren
Remember man, '92, me, Dre, Tha Pound, Rage
It was
Just all about, you know what I'm sayin'
Death Row as time went by, you know
Niggas start
ever stop
Scott LaRock heard a dope story
About him from the Blastmasta
Out west RIB mac Dre & The Jacka
When we die it plants new seeds
For new Big Bank
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme
a B, it's just me and D-R-E
You'll be in the ER, we are strapped with so much TNT
We may blow, no, not even CPR from the EMTs
Could help you
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme
uh
I'm in the buildin' and I'm feelin' myself
Rest in peace, Mac Dre, I'ma do it for the Bay
Okay, gettin' paid, we'll holler whenever that stop
My
is MacNamara's band
Right now, we are rehearsing for a very swell affair
The annual celebration, all the gentry will be there
When General Grant
The wild, Gotham
The Wild West
Ha ha, ride
All you see is the sun, reflecting off of the gun
Ready for the showdown, that go down at one
Sweat
is MacNamara's band
Right now we are rehearsing for a very swell affair
The annual celebration, all the gentry will be there
When General Grant
babies in your hands
And the old man playing checkers by the trees
Mac Arturh Park is melting in the dark all the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone
babies in your hands
And the old man playing checkers by the trees
Mac Arturh Park is melting in the dark all the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone
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