Lyrics:
Beep
Dr Dre
Ay ay Snoop whattup this your nigga dre
Ay man I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it out put
Beep
Dr Dre
Ay ay Snoop whattup this your nigga dre
Ay man I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it out put
acceptance
Now as a man, I can vent this, fuck that, end this
Do what you love in this life, don't let hate in your life
No, don't work for a job 'til you
niggas bearin' arms
His eyes wide, nose runny got what he fiendin' for
I'm movin' base, we outta state you know my speakers low
Put the pistol to your
only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One
the night has gone by (by)
But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye
Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent
We takin'
(I flow when I go
In flo' mo', flow motion)
Flow… round by the wind [x2]
[Wish Bone]
Point your fist
pull your pistol
put your finger in the middle
niggas from my hood
Who was know for puttin' that (work in)
And if your record ain't have (take that, take that)
Nah, then your song, then your song
room
And you don't even mind
Looking by my side
Your dad would've taught me the slide
Do you want to listen to
Jazz on my record player?
I want
to the safe)
Son runs our state
Carrying coke by the weight (weight)
Make 'em put pounds in the weed gate (weed gate)
And it's ran by Ol' Dirty (dirty)
12
on and on and on
Shit is critical, we are the invincible
Riot starter, start riots on principle
At the pinnacle, the game is winnable
Put the record on the table,
Night...
Brings my sleepy fight
I would like
To sleep on the left side
By your meeting side
You are left, I'm al right...
I'm following
My stop time
This record goes out to all you fake ass,
Gangsta baller bueschwa-minded ass house niggas who forget their colour.
Put on a suit and tie
that flow, haha
How long will it last? I wish it wasn't war
I know I got this feeling, make records
Save me to put me on
Some say ''War'' for writing
the two-seater
So put your Porche up, (uh)
Get your divorce up, (uh)
I'm sure she'll sign it when she seen me put my doors up
Mane, them niggas only wanna
you to tell me what clothes to wear
I don't want suggestions about my hair
If the whole world buys your bullshit I don't care
I'd rather put
through the day
I'm a twenty first century man
With a twentieth century heart
Put away the digital tease
I'll meet you by your thirty threes
Get yourself
with the chickens
I put your ho on the mission
I'm selling white like Iggy
I pay the price for your 'fiddy
The foreign exhaust keep shitting
I'ma big
for a while
Not gambling but every now and then they'd smile
Then blow! They had Mag's
And told everybody, "Put your shit in the bag"
Made people
the darkness, your knowledge: took!
So keep starin', soon you suddenly see a star
You better follow it 'cause it's the "R"
This is a lesson. If you're
laundryAnd put your clothes awayYou’ll need to grab some groceriesBy the end of the dayBy the end of the day
I wishThat I could hire someoneTo do thisSomeone
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
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