Lyrics:
For those of you leaving to join a hunt
The name of this album is "back to front"
And those of you staying
The whole way through
The name of this
you say G.O.O.D. Music?
Can you say G.O.O.D. Music?
And we do's this.
Uhn. Get ready for the next dynasty nigga!
Finally Famous the album comin' soon
to come
And he said, ""It's supposed to be fun turning twenty-one""
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm
the lottery I’d live by the creed
Treat everyone like peasants who had less dough than me
If I won the lottery I know who I’d be
I’d have CHADSTER
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
some influencers on TikTok, you bitch
I made a whole ass album, I worked hard on it
Fifteen tracks, we don't last fifteen seconds
We got A.D.D. and if
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is
told myself I'd never lose again
Huh? Never lose again
Made it out the bottom, nigga
Eliantte almost made me drown in this bitch, look
My whole
When I was a boy and I was told that heaven was hot and hell was cold
If I told lies I'd freeze my soul but it didn't seem to matter
Do you think they
Hey yo D, it's your nigga D
Uh-huh
What the fuck, you forgot about me?
You've been eatin' real good lately
Didn't get a shout out on your last
L'album le plus khatal d'la trilogie
Toujours un lifestyle, de jeune OG
L'album le plus khatal, ouais
L'album le plus khatal
Tu peux mettre plus
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
relationship gotta end this wrong
When I made this album
Just another love song
Thought I knew me, well
Love spelled backwards that's true as hell
But love just
make it crystal clear to you
Baby jus what's my name?
I'm loved by all, duplicated by many
The B-I-G D-A double-D Y K any uh
What's your name?
No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed
This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
I bet you'd rather me drink and drown in my own inequity
But fuck that, I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, hey, Snoop, what up? This your nigga, Dre
Hey, man, I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it
or that degree, aimlessly
Decree without a creed, shamelessly
Feeding fear to breed a need
Painfully, it's fear that breeds from those who lead
What a crazy
This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
I bet you'd rather me drink and drown in my own inequity
But fuck that, I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me
were our bread and butter
(this being prior to the
Release of Nevermind in September
Of 1991) we'd hit
The road for months at a time
Coming back with one
being rude
Eating up beats like it is my food
Check out my steeze
Giving you bangers I'm paying my fees
Was it hard?
No it was a breeze
A full album just
Bitch this be imported cargo
Our album gas, you was paying car notes
This is Mr. Freeze, I'm fuckin Fargo
Chef Boyardi I'm fuckin Narcos
I hit
gun
He'd been blessing every one of my
Albums since the first one
On this mixtape right here
There is no interceptions
Every track is produced by Dilla
the street, yeah, yeah
This shit here gettin' deep, yeah, yeah
I got the pool right by the beach, yeah, yeah
My nigga said, "Fool, that's the ocean," yeah
I
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