187 ( Deep Cover Remix )( Dr. Dre, Snoop Doggy Dogg ) Yeah, and you don't stop (it's still 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop) Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop) ( Dr. Dre ) Niggers that I used to know and sell dope wit' Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit, And let me know what's up and they can blast on, Thinkin' about the homeys that passed on. Death Row come to show you all the game at, And show you how my label got the name that So many wanna see me, and time is money, But never in the P-E-N, yo. Welcome back to Viet Nam, California. Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me warn you. Every motherfuckin minute you on the West Side, The best side, 20 niggers that just died. Walkin' down the streets of L.A. Stay strapped cause niggas bust caps every day, yo The 1-8-7 don't stop, on undercover cops, So on this spot gettin' popped, shot, Droppin' like this and like that, Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps peelin' back. So creep when you in the C-P-T. You catch heat from fuckin' with' the D-R-E. I got my eyes on the shit unfolding. And there ain't gonna be no trippin' Cause they know the type of shit that I be holding. If there's another word said, I'll let my forty-fo' go buck to the head, nigga. ( Dr. Dre, Snoop Doggy Dogg ) Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop) Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop) ( Snoop Doggy Dogg ) 3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1, Head away, sent away, get away Snoop's got a gun, And he's lookin' for the cops who set him up in '86 Now it's time to put they ass in the mix. Back on the streets with my khakis and my scars, Nuts full of cavi and I'm headed for the bar. Scared as a motherfucker, cause I'm fresh out, But I got to make my green, and plus they all fiend Follow me, they keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop, Until the last nigga that you know drop. Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really give a fuck what it's about. Now, 99 pigs on a block with me, Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna knock with me, A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the motherfuckin' D-O-G, comin' from the L-B-C. Look at what the doc brought in, A chrome 38, a Fo'ty-fo' mag, and mack 10 So what you wanna do? (What you wanna do?) I got the gauge, a uzi and the mothafuckin 22 so if you wanna blast, nigga we can buck 'em If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!" ( Dr. Dre, Snoop Doggy Dogg ) Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop) Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop) ( Snoop Doggy Dogg ) Splat to a motherfucker face, he fall. Strong motherfucker cause he starts to crawl. I guess I gots to load the glock again. Hit 'im with the hollow points and watch him spin. Fuck it, I had to do this quick. Grabbed the glock 17, the clip went click. Tried to detect, but did not detect perfect So I creep on that ass, pops him and drops him. That ought to stop from beatin' up blacks, Dead in his tracks, from a full six pack. Relax, cause I'm about to take my respect. I aimed the twelve gauge straight for his neck. Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! then I fade into the wind. 1-8-7 and it's on again. Well it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on, Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on, Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really wanna trip, Niggas keep your hands on your motherfuckin' shit. ( Dr. Dre, Snoop Doggy Dogg ) Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop) Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop) Dr Dre Index Ask Yourself A Question( Kurupt ) Check it out Here's a penny for your thoughts A nicklebag of bliss An M-16 with eighteen clips I'm all set to bust, treacherous Illustrious, homie don't question us Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question, nigga How many niggaz can I blast on sight? ( Kurupt ) I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump I pop pistols, that's all I do I pop one at him and pop two at you I'm illusive, I'ma glock it Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket I rip your pockets of the side of your pants You glare to the side and you glance, I'm in my G-Boy stance How the fuck you make it this far? No matter where you at, or who you are People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car Just from last night you can tell that I'm addicted to the fast life Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle ( Kurupt ) Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question How many niggaz can I blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question (Girl: Is it cool to ride) or is it cool to fuck? Just ask yourself the question I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us ( Kurupt ) What you wanna do, penetrate me? Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga? I never thought a nigga would trip off a little piece of ass that he know he could get Any day (any day) and any time (any time) You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork Fish and chips, chips and dip Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti A.K.A. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?) Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula. On a creep homie, wake up Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself ( Dr. Dre & Kurupt ) Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question How many niggaz can I blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question (Girl: Is it cool to ride) or is it cool to fuck? Just ask yourself the question I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us ( Dr. Dre ) What the fuck is up? Man life's a bitch You gotta put your pistol to the sky, Kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz) I thought the same way, back in the days Young, with a lack on daily things Never thought too much, homie, never trip I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks Look out for them niggaz out to catch us So I'ma stay forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga) Niggaz get swallowed in the game I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it Don't blaze the ??? without the top bullet Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons Motherfucker don't ask me for shit Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch ( Kurupt ) Just ask yourself the question How many hoes can I fuck in one night? Just ask yourself the question How many niggaz can I blast on sight? Just ask yourself the question (Girl: Is it cool to ride) or is it cool to fuck? Just ask yourself the question I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us What, what ? Dr Dre Index California LoveCalifornia love! California...knows how to party California...knows how to party In the citaaay of L.A. In the citaaay of good ol' Watts In the citaaay, the city of Compton We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin! ( Dr. Dre ) Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat The state where ya never find a dance floor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens Lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes Ever since honeys was wearin sassoon Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way Dre puttin it down for Californ-i-a California...knows how to party California...knows how to party In the citaaay of L.A. In the citaaay of good ol' Watts In the citaaay, the city of Compton We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin! Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it mama Shake it Cali Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it shake it shake it... ( 2Pac ) Out on bail fresh outta jail, California dreamin Soon as I stepped on the scene, I'm hearin hoochies screamin Fiendin for money and alcohol The life of a west side playa where cowards die Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right) Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews Famous cause we program worldwide Let'em recognize from Long Beach to Rose Grands Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it's west side So you know the row won't bow down to no man Say what you say But give me that bomb beat from Dre Let me serenade the streets of L.A. From Oakland to Sacktown The Bay Area and back down Cali is where they put they mack down Give me love! California...knows how to party California...knows how to party In the citaaay of L.A. In the citaaay of good ol' Watts In the citaaay, the city of Compton We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin! ( Dre ) Now make it shake... Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it mama Shake it Cali Shake it shake it baby Shake it shake it shake it shake it... ( Dre, 2Pac ) Uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha Frisko, Frisko (Tupac) Hey, you know LA is up in this Pasadina, where you at Yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good (Tupac) Even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side Cause you and I know it's tha best side Yeah, That's riight West coast, west coast Uh, California Love California Love Dr Dre Index Deep Cover( Dr. Dre ) Tonight's the night I get in some shit, (Yeah) Deep cover on the incognito tip. Killin' motherfuckers if I have to, Peelin' caps too, cause you niggas know I'm comin' at you. I guess thats part of the game, But I feel for the nigger who thinks he just gonna come and chance things With the swiftness, so get it right, with the quickness, And let me handle my business, yo. I'm on a mission and my mission won't stop Until I get the nigger maxin at the top. I hope you get his ass before he drops. Kingpin kickin back while his workers sling his rocks. Coming up like a fat rat. Big money, big cars, big body guards on his back. So it's difficult to get him. But I got the hook up with somebody who knows how to get in contact with him. Hit him like this and like that, Let 'em know that I'll make it for a big fat dope sack What is this pen? so let's rush it. If you want to handle it tonight we'll discuss it On the nigga's time, in the nigga's place, Take a strap just in case one of his boys recognise my face. Cause he's a sheisty motherfucker, But I gives a fuck, cause I'm going deep cover. ( Dr. Dre (Snoop Doggy Dogg ) Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop) Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop) ( Snoop Doggy Dogg ) Creep with me as I crawl through the hood, Maniac, lunatic, call 'em Snoop Eastwood Kickin dust as I bust fuck peace And, the mothafuckin drug police You already know I gives a fuck about a cop So why in the fuck would you think that it would stop Plot, yeah, that's what we's about to do Take your ass on a mission with the boys in blue Dre, (whatup, Snoop) yo I got the feelin Tonight's the night like Betty Wright, and I'm chillin Killin, feelin, no remorse, yeah So lets go straight to the motherfuckin' source And see what we can find Crooked ass cops that be gettin niggaz a gang of times And now they wanna make a deal with me Scoop me up and put me on they team and chill with me And make my pockets bigger They want to meet with me tonight at 7:00, so whassup nigger? What you wanna do? (What you wanna do?) I got the gauge, a uzi and the mothafuckin 22 So if you wanna blast, nigga we can buck 'em If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!" ( Dr. Dre, Snoop Doggy Dogg ) Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop) Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop) ( Snoop Doggy Dogg ) Six fo' five was the time on the clock, When me and my homey bailed in the parking lot. The scene looked strange and it felt like a set up Better not be, cause if it is, they're getting lit up. Oh here they come from the back and they laxed. I'm checkin for the gats they strap, so whats up black? Chill, lets hit a deal, If it aint up to what you feel then grab your steel. Right, so, what you motherfuckers gonna come at me with? Hope you ain't wantin' none of my grip. Cause you can save that shit. Guess what they told me? 'We give you 20 G's if you snitch on your homey, We'll put you in a home, and make your life plush, Oh yeah, but you got to sell dope for us." Hmmm, let me think about it Turned my back and grabbed my gat and guess what I told him before I shot it: 'If you don't quit, yeah, if you don't stop, yeah, I'm lettin' my gat pop' Cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop ( Dr. Dre, Snoop Doggy Dogg ) Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop) Yeah, and you don't stop (cause it's 1-8-7 on an undercover cop) Dr Dre Index Ghetto Fabulous[Ice-T] I got juice but I can't stop no ocean liner baby! [Ras] I'm down with you baby, I'm there [Ice-T] Man don't miss this it's gonna be FABULOUS... [Ras] We ghetto fabulous baby The best food, drink, and women that money can buy ( Ras Kass ) Every day of my life is off the ringer That's guaranteed, like a fistfight on Jerry Springer I got the hottest flow to hit the street since lava So holla, we all hustle for dollar dollars From Sac to Houston, New Orleans to D.C. To beep beep Bangin, catch me with a dimepiece next to me My Body all over Your Body like LSG Neighborhood celeb with the keys to my city like the mayor Rookies askin us how to be a playa Get in where you fit in, and never get your ghetto pass revoked No matter how much money you make Stay true to the game loc, guest list terror clothes In jeans and tennis shoes, breakin your strict dress codes Spit lyrical bricks, thirteen deep So I can be richer than Master P sellin Ghetto D ( Mack 10 ) Ghetto, fabulous Money make the world go round so let's handle this Ghetto, fabulous Broadcastin live from Los Angeles We ghetto, fabulous Money make the world go round so let's handle this Ghetto, fabulous Broadcastin live from Los Angeles ( Dr. Dre ) You ain't heard of me, you ain't listenin hard enough Started in Compton servin from a ice cream truck Now ten years later whippin a custom Navigator Steppin on your toes playa, stuffin up your alligators I'm ghetto, like Newport cigarettes, feel me Boom bap and slap that ass silly This is for the full time students slash part time strippers And young niggaz, clockin at least five figures Some of us pro atheletes, some of us rap over fat beats Some of us hustle in the streets Twenty deep in Club Nikki's so you know we gots to mingle [???] off a pocket full of singles, huh And it's all bueno, musical mafia like Frank Sinatra Pop a thirteen shot glock to make you Go See the Doctor Ain't nuttin nice From hood to hood, love livin the lavish life ( Mack 10 ) Ghetto, fabulous Money make the world go round so let's handle this Ghetto, fabulous Broadcastin live from Los Angeles We ghetto, fabulous Money make the world go round so let's handle this Ghetto, fabulous Broadcastin live from Los Angeles ( Ras Kass ) Nigga Stu-B-Doo in the GS, three ooh ooh Playin number two Tekken, zero to sixty In six point seven seconds *tires screech* hangin out the window Actin up, chickenheads like "You doin fo' months!" Flexin the Rolex oyster perpetual, thirty-five diamonds Across the face, still eatin out foam cups and paper plates We don't call it playa hatin in the nine-eight, it's P.I. That's pass intereference, automatic first down Want Juice like Tupac, then Obey Your Thirst clown Be in the PJ's in NY, rockin DK Mix EJ with OJ, OK, we say "L.A. niggaz got crazy came Like John Elway got a superbowl ring" The homies down for whatever, we stack the chedda Swiss bank accounts, and mo' mozzarella fella ( Mack 10 ) Ghetto, fabulous Money make the world go round so let's handle this Ghetto, fabulous Broadcastin live from Los Angeles We ghetto, fabulous Money make the world go round so let's handle this Ghetto, fabulous Broadcastin live from Los Angeles Dr Dre Index Keep Their Headz Ringin'Yeah, whattup, this is Dr. Dre The party's goin on Thank God it's Friday "Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan!" - KRS One "Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan!" - KRS One "Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan!" - KRS One "Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan!" - KRS One Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong ring-gading ding ding dong) Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong ring-gading ding ding dong) [Hey you, sittin over there] Say what? [You better get up out of your chair] That's right [And work your body down] Yeahhh... [No time to funk around, cause we gon....] Funk, you, right on up So get up, get a move on, and get your groove on It's the D-R-E the spectacular In a party I go for your neck so call me Blackula As I drain a niggaz jugular vein And maintain to leave blood stains so don't complain Just chill, listen to the beats I spill Keepin it real, enables me to make another meal Still, niggaz run up and try to kill at will But get popped like a pimple, so call me Clearasil I wipe niggaz off the face of the Earth since birth I been a bad nigga, now let me tell you what I'm worth More than a Stealth bomber, I cause drama The enforcer, music flows like a flying saucer Or a 747 jet, never forget I'm that nigga that keeps the hoes panties wet The mic gets smoked, once you hear the beat kick With grooves so funky, they come with a Speed Stick So check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong ring-gading ding ding dong) Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong ring-gading ding ding dong) One-two for the crew, three-fo' for the dough Five for the hoe, six-seven-eight for Death Row Mad niggaz about to feel the full effect of intellect So I can collect respect, plus a check Now I fin' to, get into to, my mental Will take care of this business I need to attend to, cuz my rent's due And this rap shit's my meal ticket So you god damn right I'm gonna kick it, or get evicted I bring terror like Stephen King A black Casanova, runnin niggaz over like Christine When I rock the spot with the flavor I got I kick plenty of ass, so call me an astronaut As I blast past another nigga's ass that thought he was strong But I smoke him like grass, just like Cheech and Chong When I flow, niggaz know, it's time to take a hike Cause I grab the mic and flip my tongue like a dyke I got rhymes to keep you enchanted Produce a smokesscreen with the funky green to keep your eyes slanted So check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong ring-gading ding ding dong) Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong ring-gading ding ding dong) Debonairre with flair, I scare wear and tear Without a care, runnin shit as if I was a mayor But I ain't no politician, no competition Sendin all opposition to see a mortician I'm up front, never in the back drop Step on stage and get faded just like a flat top Your rhyme sounds like you bought em at Stop N Go Dre came to wax you so, just call me Mop N Glow Many tried to, but just can't rock with I'm 6-1, 225, a pure chocolate Your chances of jackin me are slim G Cause I rock from summer til Santa comes down the chimney Ho ho ho, and so, as I continue to flow Cause yo, I'm just a fly negro So, check the flavor that I'm bringin The motherfuckin D-R-E, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong ring-gading ding ding dong) Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong ring-gading ding ding dong) Dr Dre Index Lil' Ghetto Boy ( Remix )The Ghetto The Ghetto The Ghetto The Ghetto The Ghetto The Ghetto The Ghetto The Ghetto [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Wake up, jumped out my bed I'm in a two man cell with my homie Lil' 1/2 Dead Murder was the case that they gave me Dear God, I wonder can you save me? I'm only eighteen, so I'm a young buck It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm gettin' stuck But that's the life of G, I guess Ese's way deep, shanked two in the chest Best run cause brothers is droppin' quicker Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them dogs Gettin' that rep as a young hog It ain't nothin' like the street life You better be strapped with your shank Cause ain't no fist fight So I guess I gots to handle mine Since I did the crime, I gots to do my time We run game in the ghetto We gets high in the ghetto We gets shot in the ghetto You might get stuck in the ghetto Lil' Ghetto Boy [Dr. Dre] Now I'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on swoll Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the money That I be makin' soon as I touch them streets Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? But it ain't no thang to me Cause now I'm what they call a loced ass O.G. The little homies from the hood with grip Are the ones I get with cause I'm down to set trip Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so whatcha wanna do? Didn't know he had a twenty-two Straight sittin' behind his back I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six caps I fell to the ground with blood on my hands I didn't understand How a nigga so young could bust a cap I used to be the same way back I guess that's what I get (for what?) For tryin' to jack the little homies for they grip We run game in the ghetto We gets high in the ghetto We gets shot in the ghetto You might get stuck in the ghetto Lil' Ghetto Boy [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Somethin' for the real O.G.'s to get with Some facts made our made Now you runnin' but I'm played Like every single day, really doe You know me, I'm the smooth macadamian Gamin'em for my homie No need in be uncalm, if you pack right And learnin' just enough to keep your sack tight Late nights, I wonder what they get in for? Early mornin' on the corners, what they hittin' for? Seven young G's put they serve down In a G ride, Eastside's where they swerve now Not thinkin' about what's really goin' on Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone I spent four years in the county With nothin' but convicts around me But now I'm back at the Pound And we expose ways for the youth to survive Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right So make all them ends you can make Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out So ain't no need for your mama to trip Cause you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip We run game in the ghetto We gets high in the ghetto We gets shot in the ghetto You might get stuck in the ghetto Lil' Ghetto Boy Lil' Ghetto Boy That's the life of a G, I guess The ghetto The ghetto The ghetto That's the life of a G That's the life of a G, I guess The ghetto The ghetto The ghetto That's the life of a G. The ghetto That's the life of a G, I guess The ghetto Dr Dre Index Let Me Ride ( Remix )( Jewell ) Uh no, ride with me, ooh babe Uh no, ride with me, oh yeah So many people wanna ride with me Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me And if you're down to ride with me Cuz you're rollin with the Row ( Dr. Dre, Snoop Doggy Dogg ) Creepin down the back street on Deez I got my Glock cocked cuz niggas want these Now soon as I said it Seems I got sweated By some nigga with a Tek 9 Tryin ta take mine Ya wanna make noise, make noise I make a phone call my niggas comin like the Gotti boys Bodies bein found on Greenleaf With their fuckin heads cut off Motherfucker I'm Dre So listen to the play-by-play Day-by-day Rollin in my '4 with sixteen switches And got sounds for the bitches Clockin all the riches Got the hollow points for the snitches So would you just walk on by Cuz I'm too hard to lift And no this ain't Aerosmith It's the motherfuckin D-R-E From the CPT On a rhymin spree A straight G Hop back as I pop my top ya trip I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP Yeah Cuz if it don't stop I have to put my shit in reverse Go back and take another stop Cuz I'm Rollin down the motherfuckin backstreets Wit my drink and my cup and my strap in my lap, see Ain't nothin but the G Funk, bumpin in my ???? Hell yeah [Dre] With all the niggas sayin ( Jewell ) So many people wanna ride with me Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me (Hell yeah) And if you're down to ride with me Cuz you're rollin with the Row! (With all the niggas sayin) So many people wanna ride with me Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me (Hell yeah) And if you're down to ride with me Cuz you're rollin with the Row! ( Dre, Snoop ) Just another motherfuckin day for Dre So I begin like this No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists It's just that gangster glare With gangsta raps That gangsta shit Makes a gang of snaps Uhh, word to the motherfuckin streets And word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats That I hit ya with That I get ya with As I groove in my '4 on Deez Hittin the switches Bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on Bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on But before I hit the dope spot I gotta get the chronic, the Remy Martin and my soda pop Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers Cuz my '4 on hit Pancake front and back, side to side And all that shit So when I crawl I comes correct Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga Now let the Chevrolet slide As I dip a nigga trip to the south side Yeah Right back up in you it's the D-R-E Witta ounce as we bounce thru the CPT Diamond in the back, gators on the wheels This is strictly for my bitches, now we're hittin in switches Niggas gettin jealous cuz hos be on our dick But Dre don't give a fuck and I don't give a shit So the '4 won't blow Stoppin by the spot to get some indo [Dre] With all the motherfuckin bitches sayin ( Jewell ) So many people wanna ride with me Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me (Hell yeah) And if you're down to ride with me Cuz you're rollin with the Row! (With all the motherfuckin bitches sayin) So many people wanna ride with me (check this out) Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me ( No hell yeah!) And if you're down to ride with me Cuz you're rollin with the Row! ( Dat Nigga Daz ) It's like Long Beach, Compton, LA and Wotts I come thru beatin down your block wit a million-plus watts I burn double peelout, check it out, it's me now It's young Daz from the pad, homie, watch me skee'd out I'm on a mission to mission with tha time for the streets Me and my homeboys clownin we be bouncin to the beat I come thru rattlin and shakin plus I break down walls Me and my doggs ain't breakin no law Put the ???? in the verse, took a sip for the thirst Swervin by the curb while blazin the 'erb, nickel bird She got my sounds, the way I floss throughout the town Me and my partners from the Row, partners from the Pound Big Style, Joe Coomey and Snoop, Nate and Kurupt Tray Deee, Technique, BadAss and Doggystyle Put it work, day and night, night and day, but any day (hell yeah) You come around the way you won't live the next day Check it out! ( Jewell ) So many people wanna ride with me (with everybody sayin) Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me And if you're down to ride with me (hell yeah) Cuz you're rollin with the Row! So many people wanna ride with me (Yeah) And if you're down to ride with me Cuz you're rollin with the Row! (you wanna ride?) ( Dre, Daz ) I said swing down sweet chariot stop and, (what? what?) let me ride (Cuz you're rollin with the Row!) Swing down (word) sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Swing down sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Swing down sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Yeah ha ha Yeah (check it out), you wanna ride with me Uh, wit everybody sayin (Wit all my niggas with the humps and the bumps in the truck) (They keep on fuckin with niggas rollin down) Uh (What you want?) KnowI'msayin? (Come on let me ride, come on nigga let me ride) Uh uh, (Feelin good like ya should) ass (Homie what you're doin) Grass (When you're up to no good) A gas (Doin what you're feelin, let me ride) Nobody rides free (Let me ride) Hell yeah (Doin what you're feelin, ya cold chillin) (Doin what you want, top billin) (Motherfucker) KnowhutI'msayin? (let'cha ride) huh huh huh huh (I let'cha ride) yeah, you wanna ride? Dr Dre Index Natural Born Killaz[Dr. Dre] Journey with me Into the mind of a maniac Doomed to be a killer Since I came out the nutsac I'm in a murderous mindsate With a heart full of terror I see the devil in the mirror BUCK BUCK, Lights out Cause when I get my sawed off Niggaz get hauled off (Ice Cube: haha barrel one) Touches your motherfuckin flesh (Ice Cube: barrel two) Shoots your fuckin heart out your chest You see I'm quick to let the hammer go click On my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine Fool it's your bad time Feel the blast of the chocolate bomber Infra red aimed at your head Like your name was Sarah Conner Decapitatin I ain't hesitatin To put you in the funderal home With a bullet in your dome I'm hot like lava You got a problem? I got a problem solver And his name is revolver It's like a deadly game of freeze tag I touch you with a 44 mag And your frozen inside a boddy bag Nobody iller Than this graveyard filler Cap peeler Cause I'm a Natural Born Killa [Ice Cube] Terror illistrates my era Now I cant hang around my momma Cause I scare her I'm quick to blast motherfucker (Dr. Dre: yeah what's up) It feels like I'm bustin a nut When I open you up Cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist All you weak motherfuckers give my ring a kiss Cause I'm givin dirt naps Comin with them bomb ass raps To make your lungs collapse Perhaps, you never sleep Cause evertime you doze You catch blows to the motherfuckin nose Ain't seen the sun, in 66 days Let me count the ways in a fucked up maze I never ever ever made a hoe stay But I'm down with Dre Like AC is down with OJ So fuck how your livin I'm the unforgivin Psycho drivin Murdera It's authentic Don't panic I can't stand it God Damn it Scizophrenic So fuck Charlie Manson I'll snatch him out of his truck Hit 'em with a brick And I'm dancin [RBX] Mass Murderer, Natural Born Killla, And I don't wanna die I DON'T WANNA DIE I DON'T WANNA I DON'T WANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DIE! [Ice Cube] I dont understand the logic in my dreams But I understand I like the sound of Sireens Terrified screams from the streams Of Strycnine Dumpin on any motherfucker tryin to trick mine Cause motherfuckers wanna violate Now they stiff and cold And they pupils won't dialate IT'S SO MUCH PAIN MIGRAINE Headache I can hear his bones break He steps in the single door Gets his ass whipped with 20 lashes Like that dude up in Singapore So I'm a pull a fuckin Jeffrey Dahmer Now I'm suicidal, just like Nirvana [Dr. Dre] Tic Toc Toc Tic Toc Tic Dr. Dre and Ice Cube on some murderous shit Keepin niggaz in order Makin there live shorter Ready to slaughter Cause to me a life ain't worth a quarter Or a dime Mushroom's got my mind Hallicinatin Ain't no debatin I'm creatin an escape Route to be out without a doubt Scot Free, so don't even think about tryin to stop me Cause I can't wait I'm out the gate On the for realla A thrilla Or a Natural Born Killa [Ice Cube] Gi-Gi Gi-Gi Ga-Ga They call me Da-Da 6 million ways to murder Choose one Lose one soul Bodies turn cold Natural fright from niggaz goin bump in the night Should I peely Should I kill her in my iller Then a Natural Born Killa Should I peely Should I kill her in my iller Then a Natural Born Killa Should I peely Should I kill her in my iller Then a Natural Born Killa Dr Dre Index No DiggityHey, yeah ya know what? I like the players No Diggity, No doubt Play on play that Play on play that Yo Dre drop the verse [Dr. Dre] It's going down fad to Blackstreet The homeys got abby collab creations Funk like acne No doubt I put it down never slouch As long as my credit could vouch A dog couldn't catch me, *ass* out Tell me who could stop with Dre makin' moves Attracting honeys like a magnet Giving them ig-asms with my mellow accent Still moving his flavor with the homeys Blackstreet & Teddy The original rump shakers [Teddy Riley] Shorty get down, good Lord Baby got 'em open all over town Strickly biz she don't play around Cover much grounds Got game by the pound Gettin paid is her forte Each and every day true player way I can't get her outta my mind I think about the girl all the time East side to the west side Push your fat rides it's no surprise She got tricks in the stash Stacking up the cash Fast when it comes to the gas By no means average She's on when she's got to have it Baby your a perfect 10, I wanna get in Can I get down so I can win I like the way you work it (no diggity) I got to bag it up I like the way you work it (no diggity) I got to bag it up (bag it up girl) I like the way you work it (no diggity) I got to bag it up (bag it up) I like the way you work it (no diggity) I got to bag it up [Blackstreet] She's got class and style Street knowledge, buy the pound Baby never act wild, very low key on the profile Catching villians is a no Let me tell you how it goes Curve's the word, spin's the verb Lovers it curves so freak what you heard Rollin with the fatness You don't even know what the half is You gotta pay to play Just for shorty bang bang to look your way I like the way you work it Trump tight all day, everyday You're blowing my mind, maybe in time Baby I can get you with my ride I like the way you work it (no diggity) I got to bag it up I like the way you work it (no diggity) I got to bag it up (bag it up girl) I like the way you work it (no diggity) I got to bag it up (bag it up) I like the way you work it (no diggity) I got to bag it up Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo (hey yo that girl looks good) Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo (play on play on player) Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo (you're my kind of girl) Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo [Queen Pen] Cuz that's my peeps and we rows "D" Flying first class from NY City to Blackstreet What chu know about me Not a *motha fuckin'* thing Cartier wooded frames supported by my shorty Ask for me Icy gleem and pinky diamond ring We be's the baddest click up on this scene Ain't you getting bored with these fake ass broads High shows and proves, no doubt I be diggin' you so Please excuse if I come across rude That's just me and that's how a player's got to be Stay kickin' game with a capital "G" Ask the peoples on my block I'm as real as can be Word is born Faking moves never been my thing So Teddy pass the word to your *nigga* Chauncey I'll be sending a car, lets say around 3:30 Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it's no diggity I like the way you work it (no diggity) I got to bag it up I like the way you work it (no diggity) I got to bag it up (bag it up girl) I like the way you work it (no diggity) I got to bag it up (bag it up) I like the way you work it (no diggity) I got to bag it up Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo Yeah, Come on Jackie in full effect Lisa in full effect Nicky in full effect Tomeka in full effect Ladies in full effect Ain't nothing goin' on but the rent Yeah play on play that Play on play on Cuz I like it No diggity, no doubt, yeah Blackstreet productions We out, we out right We out, we out... Dr Dre Index Puffin On Blunts And Drankin Tanqueray[Lady Of Rage] All ways and forever, forever and all ways The rhythm will flow from now and through all days As long as the sun shines As long as Eisenours on the dime Yo, I'll be kickin the rhyme One time for ya mind, your soul your body D-o-g's on the side of me, smooth as E & J Hard as Bacardi smackin those yaddy-yacks and ducks keep quackin Hands that are clappin end up cracklin Under the heat the pressure from the one thats deffer Egyptian ruler will call me cleo ro Nefertiti yes indeedi Got the eyes of the beedie-body from Tahiti Voice of the will lyrics blow Chills up ya spine thats illslow All thoughts in ya mind drop a yo Came in the front but you be kicked through the back door For tryin to step, tryin to come incorrect Tryin to play the left, tryin to start a mess Tryin to cause fuss, tryin to raise a ruckus...Huh You'll end up ashes to ashes, dusk to dusk A busta you musta been fuckin on drugs And alcohol back off, all a yall up against the wall Spread em, doggs go get em and Cuff em and stuff em, cold shed em dont let em Not a word, not another one heard If you try you die, visions blurred, speech slurred Served with a cherry on top Rage in effect I just begun to rock Yeah rock on witcha bad self RAGE! Rock on witcha bad self RAGE! Rock on witcha bad self RAGE! Rock on witcha bad self.... [Dat Nigga Daz] Yo..Im Dat Nigga Daz who packs a tre-8 slug A true nigga from the hood and the pound gives love Yo see...niggas wanna be down but never came around So back up off my nuts and stop sweatin the pound You see niggas get broke off like 1,2,3 Cuz Im the D-A to the..(D-A-to the..) D-A- to the Z Now G'z pay attention to this young ass mack daddy In a caddy-haddy, not known about the city Where the niggas hang around So I roll em up and hit em up wit the motherfuckin Dogg Pound [Kurupt] I'm rough and rugged and up till to the dirt I'm from the Dogg Pound nigga so Im puttin in work I'm no joke who the fuck you tryin to provoke (1-8-7)It's cool how his ass got smoked I don't drink no fuckin Vsop I drink the motherfuckin O.G., O-E Im from the clik that be kickin the gangsta shit bitch Real niggas real G'z wit real big dicks I hit em up wit the Pound So what you wanna throw up Claimin your cocaine or cavi when you blow up Know what? the Pounds in the motherfuckin house Back again we try to get high as we kin Dr.Dre be kickin phat rhymes and produce and kick shit I gets more wicked than Beetlejuice Motherfuckers get battered so scatter Before I keep ya hostage a nigga hostage like the grim reaper So Im comin from my hood...what hood You really like to know motherfucker I thought you knew Motherfucker dont you know Im stranded on the row I take a look into the crowd kick a style a flow I'm mashin, motherfuckers get murdered for action Relax kid, your rollin wit a fuckin assasin Outlasted did dirt the other day Betray, the roll of a G, from the D-O double G P-o-u-n-d, Pound so bow-bow motherfuckin marks The execute the start, when the chronic gets sparked Im like ?? Wrecks I flex murderous rhymes to leave you all dead What said is all said its already spoke The dead is the dead I aint no fuckin joke I murder motherfuckers as a hobby One of my idols aint no joke so why in the fuck should I be Fly me to the Bahamas, ruff rhymer, Dramas what your kickin, wicked is how Im a Approach ya, the locster, whos quick to up and smoke ya Your lookin like a smoka, grinnin like the joker I yolk ya from da back like a bitch talkin shit But a bitch aint shit, cuz a bitch aint shit But a ho and trick on my dick Flip, lets take a trip to the Dogg Pound Fools tryed to punk me when I was young but Im a hog now And I gets respect and I step wit a tec 9 Ready to put somethin up in that ass to give respect mine Fool, Deatrow aint lynchin and the Pound aint mobbin We all dont give a fuck run in your crib and start robbin Throbbin, I'll break a nigga down in the 90's Maxin at the Pound wit my doggs is where you'll find me Beeyatch.. Dr Dre Index U Better Recognize( Sam Sneed, Dr. Dre ) (I heard Sam was going solo) God damn, you didn't know so, Well I can blast fast so freak an ill type of slow flow. I'm hitting harder than Berry Boss so check the golden child, Throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild. But truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off niggaz proper, Did dirt, did West cause I clown coppers (yeah). Do hip-hop, rap, compose 'em most, I couldn't see me, Mad advanced and my skills are all about the dollar bills. From Pittsburgh to Cali dropping bombs like that, Was on the D.L. with the squad so I couldn't hold it back. Black, I regulate I buzz a big gate figure, Mobbing with the ill nigga, with his finger on a bigger trigger. Serving all (saps), hitting sevens on the (simps), Making do', eating shrimps, locing with some real pimps (yeah). So peep game, best believe I love my peeps That's why I make the type of music you can pump in your jeeps (That's right). So buck my sound, I put it down for the underground, I got the women cause I'm slamming, jamming. Got it going on this time for this new producer to rise, So open your eyes, I think you better recognize. ( Dr. Dre, Sam Sneed ) Once again it's the man with the masterplan, They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) ( Sam Sneed, Dr. Dre ) I remember days on the blocks where I slang slung played punk cops And mad props cause I ran with hard rocks (yeah). From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?), Them build up enough Luther by keys. No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own to pulling capers I'm a sneaky slick nigga, I never had to pull the trigger (right). I mack, and on top and that I'm used to staying wicked with just 24-7, You can ask my ex-hooker. But now I'm on some new improved shit, Making hits, stacking chips, now everything's legitimate. I flipped the scrip a long time ago, on the five-o, When I had to scope with this new way to make my cash flow (uhm). Yes indeedy, I wasn't greedy, got my niggaz out the gutter, Now they're rolling with the Sam Sneezy. Hip hop fanatic causing static in the industry, These whack creators, I call 'em imitators (ah yeah). Been trying to see me, but see I'm unexplainetory, With the fame and glory, that's why I gotta tell my story. With no disguise, a lot of niggaz despise, Because I'm on an uprise, so I think you better recognize. ( Dr. Dre, Sam Sneed ) Once again it's the man with the masterplan, They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) (Think you better recognize) (Think you better recognize) ( Sam Sneed, Dr. Dre ) Well I'm back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy, So fire up a blunt let's have an end of the sanity. Crazy shot outs giving pounds to all my niggaz, Hitting all the hookers by the dozen, cause they dig us (trick). Fuck what you've heard, recognize what you be seeing, It's time to earn truth to the game human being. I'm that little bass nigga trying to get mine, fuck a nine, Cause I'll incline with the mastermind. I got my crew in my corner so I can't loose, Cause I'm paying mad douze in this record biz, I don't snooze. And suckers be popping at those idiotic egosytible type of flimflam, I can't be faded Sam-am. Playing with the hustlers never dealing with the knucklehead bollers, Cause boys play with toys and scholars play with dollars. I'm a mack of my own right, plus my game is tight, Baby get it right, I ain't the one, so take flight. Bitches give my mad rep, nothing but the brazen off tempo, Thinking they can get my loot, I never trip to knock the boots. I gotta be wise, when time to dip between the thies, All eyes on the price, so I think you better recognize. ( Dr. Dre, Sam Sneed ) Once again it's the man with the masterplan, They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) Once again it's the man with the masterplan, They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) Dr Dre Index Zoom[Dr. Dre] I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah Yeah, yeah, come on [LL Cool J] Uh, you know you a freak Before the album went platinum, ya hardly speak And now you're skin grinnin, gassed off the chrome rims and Twenty room mansion, I rest my Timb's in Uhh, I feel it how ya shake it Rings in ya belly, I can't take it Toss up your Moet, money make it Last week frontin, tonight butt naked I got the flava, make em Zoom-a-zoom The LL Cool J, [fuck it] give me room Looked up in my eyes as I lowered the boom Twenty thousand freaks packed up in one room, uhh [Dr. Dre] All I wanna do, is Zoom-a-Zoom Zoom Zoom (Mmmm, whatchu wanna do) Uhh, whatchu wanna do? All I wanna do, is Zoom-a-Zoom Zoom Zoom (Mmmm, whatchu wanna do) Uhh, whatchu wanna do? [Dr. Dre] Once again it's on, can't be home The crime got me in the zone; homies blowin up the celly phone The world knew I had to come once mo' And just to let y'all know, I do my thing and still blow Nuff to burn ten mill' cells, confirmed The most anticipated since Tyson's return So come on everybody let's all get down Cause what we have, is a brand new sound [LL Cool J] All the mommies in the house gettin live tonight They wanna (Zoom Zoom Zoom, Zoom Zoom-Zoom) And all my dogs feel the vibe tonight They wanna (Zoom Zoom Zoom, Zoom Zoom-Zoom) Say what? [Dr. Dre] All I wanna do, is Zoom-a-Zoom Zoom Zoom (Mmmm, whatchu wanna do) Uhh, whatchu wanna do? [Dre] All I wanna do, is Zoom-a-Zoom Zoom Zoom [LL] Dre, whatchu wanna do? [Dre] Mr. Smith, it's on you, uh [LL Cool J] In other words, it's gon' be like that You young boys is blind, I'm seein them cats Evolutionary (what?) Revolutionary and legendary I got a climax waiting for each and every cherry I'm like a narcotic, niggaz is microscopic Dr. Dre and Cool J, is the topic Forever, my lyrics is rough and energetic Them cats is blazin? I don't get it, they cosmetic If shorty wanna step up? I'll twist his neck up You can't get no money battling me; that's like ripping your check up What partna? Take ten paces and turn around That quick, yo' whole ghost town is burnin down (Woooof!) What I spit, manipulates whole clicks Make em conversate on how real niggaz ride my dick It's like a serum, I just can't hear em All them new niggaz poppin new shit, I never fear em As we proceed To give you what you need Satisfaction guaranteed Work and die Yeah, yeah [Dr. Dre] I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah Dr Dre Index 100 Miles And Runnin'You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you? We haven't spotted them yet - But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity. A 100 Miles and Runnin'. MC Ren, I hold the gun and You want me to kill a mutherfucker and it's done in. Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct - Is one of the main reasons I don't give a fuck. Chances are usually not good 'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood. And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who. When in a black and white the capacity is two. We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers. Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, mutherfuckers. They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past. Point blank - They can kizz my black azz. I didn't stutter when I said "Fuck Tha Police". 'Cause it's hard for a nigga to get peace. Now it's broken and can't be fixed. 'Cause police and little black niggers don't mix so Now I'm creepin' through the fall. Runnin' like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y'all. So for now pack the gun and Hold it in the air. 'Cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of Runnin'... Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run. FBI sources tell us that the four are headed 100 miles to their homebase, Compton. Lend me a mutherfuckin' ear. So I can tell you why... Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the homebase. With a steady pace on the face that just we raced. The road ahead goes on and on. The shit is gettin' longer than the mutherfuckin' marathon. Runnin' on but never runnin' out. Stayin' wired and if I get tired, I can still try out. Hitchhikin' if that's what it gotta do. But nobody's pickin' up a Nigga Witta Attitude. Confused... Yo, but Dre's a nigga with nuthin' to lose. One of the few who's been accused and abused Of the crime of poisonin' young minds. But you don't know shit til you been in my shoes. And Dre is back from the C - P - D Droppin' some shit that's D - O - P - E. So fuck the P - O - L - I - C - E! And any mutherfucker that disagrees. Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass. 'Cause I'm a nigga known for havin' a notorious past. My mind was slick - my temper was too quick. Now the FBI's all over my dick. Got us tick and runnin' just to find the gun that started the clock. That's when the E jumped off the startin' block. A 100 Miles from home and ,yo, it's a long stretch. A little sprintin' mutherfucker that they won't catch. Yeah, back to Compton again. Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen. 'Cause niggas been runnin' since beginning of time. Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my mutherfuckin' mind. Runnin' like I just don't care. Compton's 50 miles but , yo, I'mma get there. Archin' my back and on a straight rough. Just like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the fuck out. From city to city I'm a menace as I pass by. Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'm A straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin' Straight at yo ass. A 100 Miles and Runnin'... This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton. You're almost there, but the FBI has a little message for you: "Nowhere to run to, baby. Nowhere to hide." Good luck brothers. Runnin' like a nigga I hate to lose. Show me on the news but I hate to be abused. I know it was a set-up. So now I'm gonna get up. Even if the FBI wants me to shut up. But I've got 10 000 niggas strong. They got everybody singin' my "Fuck Tha Police" song. And while they treat my group like dirt, Their whole fuckin' family is wearin' our T-shirts. So I'mma run til I can't run no more. 'Cause it's time for MC Ren to settle the score. I got a urge to kick down doors. At my grave like a slave even if the Ren calls. Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'. Dick-tricklin' at the sunny mutherfucker's are ridin'. Started with five and, yo, one couldn't take it. So now there's four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it. The number's even - now I'm leavin'. We're never gettin' took by a bitch with a weave in. Her and the troops are right behind me. But they're so fuckin' stupid, they'll never find me. One more mile to go through the dark streets. Runnin' like a mutherfucker on my own two feet. But you know I never stumble or lag last. I'm almost home so I better haul ass. Tearin' up everything in sight. It's a little crazy mutherfucker dodging the searchlight. Now that chase, the shit, is done and Four mutherfuckers goin' crazy with A 100 Miles of Runnin'! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Surprise, niggas! Dr Dre Index Been There, Done ThatI been there Been there Done that Done that You got guns ? We got guns... Yo, I got straps We got straps... A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth talk that hard bullshit 'Cause it's all they worth... I been there Been there Done that Done that You got guns ? We got guns... Yo, I got straps We got straps... A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth talk that hard bullshit 'Cause it's all they worth... No question, it's all about the D - O - E. So if money is the root I want the whole damn tree. Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati, Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G... Since way back I've been collecting my fee With the 48-tracks and the M - I - C. Got a palace in the Hills overlooking the sea. It's worth 8, but I only paid 5 point 3. Worldwide, got the tripple beam, I slide. Listenin' to yo demo in a stretch limo. It's how I ride - cartel style. Full, stacked to the max now. A million-dollar smile, people wonder how. 'Dre Day' every day. Trips to Montigo Bay, with more chips than Frito Lay. Flossed jewels in a tire, ain't nuthin' fly. Straight or illegal - it's still the root of all evil... Coz... I been there Been there Done that Done that You got guns ? We got guns... Yo, I got straps We got straps... A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth talk that hard bullshit 'Cause it's all they worth... I been there Been there Done that Done that You got guns ? We got guns... Yo, I got straps We got straps... A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth talk that hard bullshit 'Cause it's all they worth... Young black Rockerfeller. Hell, a swiss and mozarella. Pockets sweller, gettin' money like a bank teller. 'Cause a fool and his dough soon split. So when you come across a fool get all that she be gettin'. Ladies, get your paper too. Don't expect for no man to support you. Keep it true, 'Cause most brothers are raised to decide for the pesos. My woman is independent, makin' dough by the case loads. I'mma keep buildin'... make it killing. Kick back, relax, and grow old with my millions. That's where it's at. You got drama, I got the gat, But we're both black so I don't wanna lay you flat. Instead let's get paper, while it's paper to get. Private Jet, 600 coupes that I runs if... I'm livin' on another level that y'all ain't been yet. Spend a mill, no sweat, water the line with my wet... I been there Been there Done that Done that You got guns ? We got guns... Yo, I got straps We got straps... A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth talk that hard bullshit 'Cause it's all they worth... I been there Been there Done that Done that You got guns ? We got guns... Yo, I got straps We got straps... A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth talk that hard bullshit 'Cause it's all they worth... This is for the millionaires, Throw a stack in the air and watch brothers start plottin', Honeys start to stare. 'Cause game is money and money is game, And broke brothers make the 45 flame with no shame. Now many people die over these dead green guys. Ignorance and greed take their ass by surprise. It's the root of all evil and sins. Yet and still it makes the world go around, Like my 20-inch rims... Moolah y'all. Platinum plaques cover my walls. Grindin', diamonds shinin', and without one flaw. Get the cash, the grass, the ass will bounce. Luciano and all amounts, that's all that counts 'cause... I been there... And done that... Been there, done that... The Aftermath! Dr Dre Index Express YourselfYo, man... There's a lot of brothers out there flakin' and perpetratin', But scared to kick reality. Man, you've been doing all this dope producing. You had a chance to show 'em what time it is... So, what you want me to do? Express Yourself... I'm expressin' with my full capabilities, And now I'm livin' in correctional facilities, 'Cause some don't agree with how I do this. I get straight, meditate like a Buddhist. I'm droppin' flava, my behaviour is heriditery, But my technique is very necessary. Blame it on Ice Cube... Because he says it gets funky When you got a subject and a predacit. Add it on a dope beat And that'll make you think. Some suckaz just tickle me pink To my stomache. 'Cause they don't flow like this one. You know what? I won't hesitate to dis one Or two before I'm through. So don't try to sing this! Some drop science While I'm droppin' English. Even if Yella Makes it a-capella I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or a sess. 'Cause its known to give a brother brain damage. And brain damage on the mic don't manage Nuthin' But makin' a sucker and you equal. Don't be another sequel... Express Yourself... Express Yourself... Come on and do it... Express Yourself... Express Yourself... Come on and do it... Now, gettin' back to the PG. That's program, and it's easy. Dre is back. Newjacks, I mean hollow, Expressin' ain't their subject Because they like to follow The words, the style, the trend, The records I spin. Again and again and again Yo, you on the other end. Whatch a brother playin' dope rhymes with no help. There's no fessin' and guessin' While I'm expressin myself. It's crazy to see people be What society wants them to be. But not me! Ruthless... Is the way to go They know. Others say rhymes that fail To be original. Or they kill where the hiphop starts, Forget about the ghetto And rap for the pop charts. Some musicians curse at home But scared to use profanity When up on the microphone. Yeah, they want reality. But you won't hear none. They rather exaggerate, a little fiction. Some say no to drugs and take a stand, But after the show they go lookin' for the dopeman. Or they ban my group from the radio. Hear NWA and say "Hell no!". But you know it ain't all about wealth. As long as you make a note to... Express Yourself... Express Yourself... Come on and do it... Express Yourself... Express Yourself... Come on and do it... Express Yourself... From the heart. 'Cause if you wanna start to move up the chart Then expression is a big part of it. You ain't efficient when you flow You ain't swift, movin' like a tortoise. Full of rigor mortis. There's a little bit more to show I got rhymes in my mind, and better like an embryo. Or a lesson - all of 'em expression And if you start fessin' - I got a Smith and Wessun For you. I might ignore your record Because it has no bottom. I get loose in the summer. When in spring and autumn It's Dre on the mic, gettin' physical. Doin' the job NWA is the lynch mob! Yes, I'm a cob? But you know you need this. And the knowledge is growin' Just like a foetus, or a tumor. But here's the rumor: Dre is in the neighborhood And he's up to no good. When I start expressin' myself, Yella, slam it! 'Cause If I stay funky like this I'm doin' damage. Or I'mma be too hyped, And need a straight jacket. I got knowledge and other suckaers lack it. So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic, Ask what it's like. It's like we gettin' hype tonight. 'Cause if I strike It ain't for your good health. But I won't strike if you just... Express Yourself... Express Yourself... Come on and do it... Express Yourself... Express Yourself... Come on and do it... Express Yourself... Come on and do it... Come on and do it... Come on and do it... Come on and do it... Wicked props to El Surround for these rhymes, keep it up... Dr Dre Index Game OverMan, What's up with these niggas out here? Mad at us 'cause we on top. I love to see niggas gettin' money... Better get it while the gettin' is good. Get it while you can, man. And stop hatin' me. Fuckin' with my shit 'cause I got mo' hustle than you? Get yours... Get yours, baby... I'm seeing millions. Niggas don't understand. Know what? I'm makin' moves, puttin' cash behind plans to blow up. Will he style like this? Everyday I parley, Sip Henney and Tanqueray. Stay in the mix like Alazay. VIP - My shit parked vallet. On the prowler gettin' To get honeys familiar with the smile again. Some try to assault Dre, it is still cavvy. I'm eatin' steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality. I'm givin livin' defenition. Long as my hearts tickin' I fought and make the world listen. Whatever flop Dr Dre invented, turn on The Box And let my son watch these studio clowns on 60". I push her over - shit platinum before the session's over. Rap Master with the Houston Heatholder. These playahz best to get they shit in shack, 'Cause when I get my hustle on ain't no playin' with a fool jack... Lord, please burn 'em - my enemies. Yeah... Burn 'em at a thousand degrees. And, Lord, please let me make mo' cheese, 'Cause I ain't quite ready to leave... No... Lord, please burn 'em - my enemies. Yeah... Burn 'em at a thousand degrees. And, Lord, please let me make mo' cheese, 'Cause I ain't quite ready to leave... No... Fuck the whole world - meant that. Gotta stay strapped 'cause 99.9 of niggas carry they gats To a fistfight and shit might come down to death. When the time comes down for the tryin' I got 9 reasons Why a nigga shouldn't step in my face with the nonsense, 'Cause I'm always heated and you can taste this. Haul a lil' somethin' out from the scenes of my trousers. With no hesitation I got a team to come clown ya, I'll down ya. So let yo people know what they face with the type of individual That'll bomb a cell-station. Kaboom! And everybody dies outside. It ain't no escaping The Reaper, so don't try. Go ahead, close your eyes. Who is the next to step? Face down, hit, leanin' on the steps of it. Now check yo'self. You just been invaded by true soldiers. December 31st '96, The Game is over... Lord, please burn 'em - my enemies. Yeah... Burn 'em at a thousand degrees. And, Lord, please let me make mo' cheese, 'Cause I ain't quite ready to leave... No... Lord, please burn 'em - my enemies. Yeah... Burn 'em at a thousand degrees. And, Lord, please let me make mo' cheese, 'Cause I ain't quite ready to leave... No... I've got all my life to live, Plus with all my love to give... Smokin' weed, I never trail, I lead. Spendin' dough, trick the cost of a ride like it was pocketmoney, G. But these are the things real playahz do. Talkin' shit is real things that the haters do. I'm naming you! Shit stink, it's time to run for shelter. I give the word things could happen to marks, like it was Helter Skelter. Dear diary, I've runnin' out of pages. Fadin' in and out takin' purple hazes. The Day is this, revelations in the last stages. Red skies listen to the silent horn's flavor. I'm bringin' with tears in my eyes 'Cause I'm tryin' to make it into eternal peace without dyin'. But they eye in my bankaccount with beams on my Rover. The killer-fielder launches attack, The Game is over... Lord, please burn 'em - my enemies. Yeah... Burn 'em at a thousand degrees. And, Lord, please let me make mo' cheese, 'Cause I ain't quite ready to leave... No... Lord, please burn 'em - my enemies. Yeah... Burn 'em at a thousand degrees. And, Lord, please let me make mo' cheese, 'Cause I ain't quite ready to leave... No... Dr Dre Index Puppet MasterI spark like a blunt's tip, somethin cavi Makin Greene like Mitch, gives rap vocals dispatch With every attempt, to have this game shook up When Dre cook up, every thug look up Chronic got me on tilt, eyes bloodshot, heavy built Lay a nigga out like quilt, clear to guilt I rock for rollers, from lowriders to Henny toasters Cut off dead weight to keep my formulas kosher Accept no imitations Dre losin' his stack Is slim as chances, of Michael Jackson gettin his black fans back My reputation's like a Tech-9 Knock out the best in a circle, three minutes wreck time See the hand is faster than the eye can chase it. Dre, B-Real, Soul Assassins got potential - buttons activated No illusion I have you caught up in the rapture. Executive decisions from the motherfuckin' Puppet Masters You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves I'm the master, Causin' you to do what you do Puppet masters You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves I'm the master, Causin' you to do what you do Puppet masters You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves I'm the master, Causin' you to do what you do Puppet masters You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves I'm the master, Causin' you to do what you do Puppet masters We're pullin strings, killin' kings Countin' all pinky rings, seizin control of the whole game I took a pull from the blunt, inhaled it Blew the smoke from my lungs into the world of hip-hop Civilians turn into soldiers by the millions Assassins, we multiply, by the masses Masters of the game (checkmate nigga!) every move you make Through manipulation is the move I choose for you to take You see, what I want you to see And you turn into whatever I want you to be Whatever it be, enemy or ally The Aftermath results in Soul Assassins, worldwide From coast to coast, I got soldiers on post Injectin you, with the high funk overdose Dre and the Hill, stayin Real All you non-believin ass niggaz, get your cap peeled Executive order make your time shorter Get your recorder, play it back, puff your chronic sack Your mind body and soul have been captured And taken captive, by the motherfuckin' Puppet Masters... You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves I'm the master, Causin' you to do what you do Puppet masters You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves I'm the master, Causin' you to do what you do Puppet masters You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves I'm the master, Causin' you to do what you do Puppet masters You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin moves I'm the master, Causin' you to do what you do Puppet masters The Soul Assassin button has now been activated Dr. Dre and B-Real are providin the verbal abuse Any unauthorized duplication without the consent of my nigga Muggs May be fatal... That's right, this is comin to you directly from the Hill y'all All rights reserved Dr Dre Index The Dayz of WaybackWhat we gonna do right here is go back... Now this is some shit that's from the Dayz of Wayback, When niggas in Compton first started to jack. When the bitches wouldn't give you no pussy if you wasn't sellin' drug, So many bitches in my neighborhood got mugged. They always loved that shit. They want a nigga that's sellin' Ks. But nowadays they workin' at Mickey D's. But in the Dayz of Wayback I couldn't be laid back, Because I needed ends and I made that. I get the nine from my nigga that he lend me and Start robbin' muthafuckas, just like cowboys and indians. Anything it took to get paid. A nigga like Ren already had the plane made. And I was in it to win it and not to lose. And shit, it start blowin' up, once I lit the fuse. And police couldn't touch me because I was payin'em. But not with no money - Yo, I was frayin'em. And never get caught because nobody is snitch, But one hoe did - so Ren had to shoot the bitch! Now she's in a coffin and my life is better off and 'Cause everybody knows who's the bossin': That black nigga that they call Ren. You fuck with me, you gotta fuck with a Mac-10. So listen to me as I reminisce the Dayz of Wayback... So check it out y'all... It was once a time in the Dayz of Wayback When niggas was gettin' jacked. In fact it was one I used to pass through up, And kickin' ass through up. Muthafuckin' Compton Massacre... Now let me tell you a little something about Compton When I was a kid and puttin' my bid in. Yo, Compton was like still water - just strictly calm. Now it's like muthafuckin' Vietnam. Everybody killin', tryin' to make a killin', Niggas stealin', muthafuckas willin' to dealin'. With so many ways to come up The average nigga didn't give a fuck About another muthafucka in this game and Claimin' what he claimin', Livin' like he livin', Killin' after killin'. Murder was a dirty job. To rob a dead man Was the best plan 'cause a dead man never ran. But now your best friend is your worst friend. Greed, cash the fee. Make a me more some of what you holdin'. So now your shit is stolen And you and your niggas start rollin'. Yo, to get your shit back ain't a word of. Muff? It's more murder, more murder, more murder. They wanna make you think that it's a crack thang, Or a black thang Or some niggas in a muthafuckin' gang... But guns and money they go together like the Ku Klux Klan A nigga brung up and strung up. Why do I call myself a nigga you ask me? Rememberin' the days that's past me... Yo, never givin' niggas a chance to rest. The ghetto is like a fuckin' survival test. And number one way for you to pass, Yo, get treated like a king and they'll crown your ass. They never in the wrong though, So I made a song so Muthafuckas had know If, yo, livin situations make you wanna get a gat... That's 'cause you livin' in the Dayz of Wayback... Dr Dre Index |
