Lyrics:
hear you say
"I'm going down mayday mayday." I'm gonna clown
Cause everytime that the pigs have got me
y'all rub it in with the flying Nazi
A Rah-Rah-Rah-Rah college boy threw all his books away.
He said, "I've lost my appetite, my hair is turning grey.
I know my Greek and History,
em skeezers
So I held on to my wallet like Ebeneezer
Tight leather pants that'll make you grunt
Two nice soft things right up front
The center
sight tonight's the night to get hyped
And fight for what's wrong, fuck what's right!
And by the way, my name is Dre
So listen up motherfucker to what I
I'm as ghetto as it gets, girl, you know that's right
I ain't got nothin' to hide, baby, I'll tell you my secrets
'Fore you end up being 'round long
Steady tryina fuck me
Ratchet nigga, no dry cleaners, don't wash that, it's brand new
Got problem homies, got grip niggas
And my ocean view straight water
And that's why I'm sittin' here
Lookin' cross the table at you
That's why I'm sittin' here
Lookin' cross the table at you
Well a lonely man needs
Now the sky's blackening
I know the mark's high, butter–
Flies rip apart my stomach
Knowin' that no matter what bars I come with
You're gonna harp,
Laid out all over the grass
Then his little hound dog will eat em up fast
Last as long as you can my man
'cause when that chicken head hits the fan,
walk around here like
You wanna be someone else
Y'all sing
I know that you don't know
It, but you're fine, so fine
Oh girl I'm gonna show you when
you need to fight for your own)
That's right, I'm in it
(Then don't let me at your table) i'm in it
(If you just gonna lay there) damn right
(Fist jumps
of that "Kill Bill"
Ten Mil motherfucker I'm still trill
Can't party with the women that like it dick
Refuse to cut my hair like Michael Vick
Dirty bird
of that "Kill Bill"
Ten Mil motherfucker I'm still trill
Can't party with the women that like it dick
Refuse to cut my hair like Michael Vick
Dirty bird
my guy said it was my shit
Oh I'mma fall for that shit?
C'mon man I'm from a Chi environment
Exercise my right to stay silent
Smoking Bob Marley but I
I, I love the colorful clothes she wears
And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair
I hear the sound of a gentle word
On the wind that lifts
take control,
And let your hair blow inside my Lambo.
Pull out ya phone, picture that.
Take it home let ya man know I'm hitting that.
While I'm
tryin' to smell fear
But he ain't gonna smell no fear 'cause
I'm God's own drunk and a fearless man
It hung him up
He looked right in my eyes, and my
see you glance at me
That's why I'm asking, b
So let's party, b
Come and dance with me
If I'm out on my own
Then I can look at you looking at me
I’m done I get up out it
Me I’m native, American royalty
So she feel obligated to spoil me
Man that’s kush in my peace pipe
Shorty lucky ‘cus I’m not
was the first to pull over girl as soon as it came out son
My history, a hypocrite, so what we gonna do?
The dope is dope is only get the man since
But if you don't mind I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time
Oh, with all that I've done wrong, I must have done something right
To deserve her
nigga that you think you found
And since you picked up, I know he's not around, oh oh
(Are you drunk right now?)
I'm just sayin' you could do better
I'm an angel-slash-demon, man y'knahmsayin?
What makes me a demon is lust, I'm girl crazy
And that's why I couldn't keep my wife, y'knahmsayin?
how much I love you daddy
But if you don't mind
I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time"
Oh with all that I've done wrong
I must have done
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