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Yeah, nigga, I'm still fuckin' wit' ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E
'99 nigga (guess who's back)
Still, still doing that shit, Andre?
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 I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block
Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How nigga? My last album was The Chronic
They want to know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it
(If you ain't up on thangs)
Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still, puffing my leafs, still fuck with the beats
Still not lovin' police (uh huh)
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (for sho')
Still got love for the streets, reppin' 213 (for life)
Still the beat bangs, still doin' my thang
Since I left, ain't too much changed, still
I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world (still)
Hittin' them corners in them low, low's girl (still)
Takin' my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world (still)
Hittin' them corners in them low, low's girl (still)
Takin' my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
Since the last time you heard from me, I lost some friends
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dippin' again
Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week
Still, I stay close to the heat
And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet
My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
Treat rap like Cali weed, I smoke 'til I sleep
Wake up in the a.m., compose a beat
I bring the fire 'til you're soakin' in your seat
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth
Since, Turn Off the Lights, from the World Class Wreckin' Cru
I'm still at it, After-mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E
I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world (still)
Hittin' them corners in them low, low's girl (still)
Takin' my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world (still)
Hittin' them corners in them low, low's girl (still)
Takin' my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
It ain't nothing but more hot shit
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I'm representing for the gangsters all across the world
(Still, hittin' them corners in them low, low's girl)
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back
(So if you ain't up on thangs)
Dr. Dre be the name, still runnin' the game
Still, got it wrapped like a mummy
Still, ain't trippin', love to see young blacks get money
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more livin' hard
Barbeques every day, drivin' fancy cars
Still gon' get mine regardless (still)
I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world (still)
Hittin' them corners in them low, low's girl (still)
Takin' my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world (still)
Hittin' them corners in them low, low's girl (still)
Takin' my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world (still)
Hittin' them corners in them low, low's girl (still)
Takin' my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
Right back up in ya motherfuckin' ass
9-5 plus four pennies, add that shit up
D-R-E right back on top of thangs
Smoke some with your dog
No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!
Some of that real sticky icky icky
Ooh wee! Put it in the air
Boy, you's a fool, D-R-E
La-da-da-da-dah
It's the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg!)
La-da-da-da-dah
You know I'm mobbin' with the D-R-E, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know who's back up in this motherfucker
(What? What? What? What?)
So blaze the weed up then (Blaze it up, blaze it up)
Just blaze that shit up, nigga
Yeah, 'sup, Snoop?
Top Dogg, bite 'em all, nigga, burn the shit up
D-P-G-C, my nigga, turn that shit up
C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah, we hookin' back up
And when they bang this in the club, baby, you got to get up
Thug niggas, drug dealers, yeah, they givin' it up
Lowlife, yo' life, boy, we livin' it up
Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party for sure
Slipped my ho a forty-fo' when she got in the back do'
Bitches lookin' at me strange, but you know I don't care
Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin' my hair
Bitch, quit talkin', Crip walk if you down with the set
Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope on this jet
Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap
And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch, shut yo' trap
Come back, get back, that's the part of success
If you believe in the X, you'll be relievin' your stress
La-da-da-da-dah
It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E (Dr. Dre, motherfucker!)
La-da-da-da-dah
You know I'm mobbin' with the D-O-double-G
Straight off the fuckin' streets of C-P-T
King of the beats, you ride to 'em in your Fleet (Fleetwood)
Or Coupe DeVille rollin' on dubs
How you feel? Whoopty whoop, nigga what?
Dre and Snoop chronic'd out in the 'llac
With D.O.C. in the back, sippin' on 'gnac (Yeah)
Clip in the strap, dippin' through hoods (What hood?)
Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood
South Central out to the West Side, it's California Love
This California bud got a nigga gang of pub
I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club
With my jeans on, and my team strong
Get my drink on and my smoke on
Then go home with somethin' to poke on ('Sup bitch?)
Loc, it's on for the two-triple-oh
Comin' real, it's the next episode
Hold up, hey
For my niggas who be thinkin' we soft, we don't play
We gonna rock it 'til the wheels fall off
Hold up, hey
For my niggas who be actin' too bold, take a seat
Hope you ready for the next episode
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Smoke weed every day
(Tempo has reached critical level)
(Tempo has reached critical level)
Huh... Bounce
ooh I like you
Bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, Bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, Bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, c'mere girl, Bounce
C'mere girl, c'mere girl, let me talk to you
Let me see them big titties, don't act saddity you ain't pretty
Break bread if you wanna get wit' me, all I wanna do is dig off in them kidneys
Tell ya boyfriend he better mind his business,
'fore he end up in the trunk of my Bentley
I am still a boss, he can't hit me, he ain't got enough paper to deal wit' me
Baby girl wanna two step wit' me, turn around rub ya ass up against me
Whoa, lil' mama done got tipsy, and then tonight, tomorrow you're history
All you haters wit' that hoe sh*t miss me, I stay strapped security don't frisk me
Set it off 'til this muthafu*ka empty,
I turn around do the same sh*t next week
Come on
[Chorus: Timbaland & Justin Timberlake]
Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)
Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me
Then me on y'all and y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
OOH! There she go, just what the Doc's been lookin' fo'
She just what I need, black and Chinese like Sum Yung Ho
I got a bungalow, we can diappear for a week or so (yeah)
I got a steady young flow, super bowl wit' it like I'm Dungy yo (oh)
Yes, congratulations, you won a millionaire invitation
Sorry I'm so demandin', but save the dancin', for back at the mansion and
Ain't, this money handsome? Ain't, that a panty anthem?
I kill me, just like you, from the back you'll see
Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)
Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me
Then me on y'all and y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
Hold up! Hell naw! Like Britney Spears I wear no draws
In the club I drink it up, gulp gulp drink it up
Got Patron sippin' in my cup, that's ya man I bet I can make him look
When he see the jugs he wanna rush and get a quick touch of the big ol' butt
Mmhmm big ol' butt, thick legs, big ol' jugs, legs stick like rims on the truck
Take him to the crib, yep, we gon' fu*k, you can call me a freak I like to get buck
I don't have to do much to make you get it up
Some young hoe she worth two dollars, I'm worth more dollars that make a beauty parlors
I pop collars, c-c-c-collars, I don't buy shots I only buy the bottles
Only rich girls, we only buy the bottles
And like a porn star I'm best when I swallow
Bounce (like yo' ass had the hiccups)
Bounce (like we was ridin' in my pick-up)
Bounce (why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up)
Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you
And you on me and me on you and you on her
Then her on me and her on you and y'all on me
Then me on y'all and y'all on me
Menage a trois, menage a tr-uh-uh)
California 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!
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...
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 and its all ball
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 Rosecrans
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!
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...
Uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah
Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha
Frisko, Frisko
Hey, you know LA is up in this
Pasadena, where you at
Yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good
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
Y'all know me, still the same OG
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas
With no cheese, no deals, and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No boats, no snowmobiles, and no skis
Mad at me, 'cause I can finally afford to provide my family
With groceries
Got a crib with a studio, and it's all full of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin' up in the office in back of my house
Like trophies
Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze?
Hoe, please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees?
Who you think brought you the oldies?
Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's, and D.O.C.'s
The Snoop D-O-double-G's and the group that said
"Motherfuck the police!"
Gave you a tape full of dope beats to bump
When you stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doin' too good
Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you niggas that said that I turned pop
Or The Firm flopped, y'all are the reason
That Dre ain't been gettin' no sleep
So fuck y'all, all of y'all!
If y'all don't like me, blow me!
Y'all are gon' keep fuckin' around with me
And turn me back to the old me
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk
Like they got somethin' to say, but nothin' comes out
When they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk
Like they got somethin' to say, but nothin' comes out
When they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
So what do you say to somebody you hate (what?)
Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way?
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (Yup)
Just study a tape of N.W.A.
One day, I was walkin' by with a Walkman on
When I caught a guy
Gave me an awkward eye ('chu lookin' at?)
And strangled him up in the parking lot with his Karl Kani
I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge
When I'm drunk as fuck right next to a
Humongous truck in a two-car garage
Hoppin' out with two broken legs
Tryna walk it off
"Fuck you too, bitch, call the cops, I'ma kill you
And them loud-ass motherfuckin' barkin' dogs"
And when the cops came through
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt-down house
With a can full of gas and a handful of matches
And still weren't found out (right here)
So from here on out, it's the Chronic II
Startin' today and tomorrow's anew
And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death
With a Charleston Chew
Chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady
Hotter than a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes-Benz with the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid-80s
Callin' men "Ladies"
Sorry Doc, but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save me
It's okay, go with him, Hailie (Dada?)
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk
Like they got somethin' to say, but nothin' comes out
When they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk
Like they got somethin' to say, but nothin' comes out
When they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
If it was up to me, you motherfuckers'd stop
Comin' up to me with your hands out, lookin' up to me
Like you want somethin' free, when my last CD was out
You wasn't bumpin' me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb from me
'Cause I'm from the streets of (C-Compton, Compton)
I told 'em all, all 'em little gangstas
Who you think helped mold 'em all?
Now you wanna run around talkin' 'bout guns like I ain't got none
What, you think I sold 'em all?
'Cause I stay well off?
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin', "Dre fell off"
What? 'Cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad
Tryna get this damn label off?
I ain't havin' that, this is the millennium of Aftermath
It ain't gon' be nothin' after that
So give me one more platinum plaque
And fuck rap, you can have it back
So where's all the Mad Rappers at?
It's like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats know that I was strapped with gats
While you were cuddlin' a Cabbage Patch
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk
Like they got somethin' to say, but nothin' comes out
When they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk
Like they got somethin' to say, but nothin' comes out
When they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk
Like they got somethin' to say, but nothin' comes out
When they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
One, two, three and to the fo'
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre are at the do'
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
(Cause you know we 'bout had to rip shit up)
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble
Ain't nothin' but a G thang, baaaaabay!
Two loc'ed out G's so we're craaaaazay!
Death Row is the label that paaaaays me!
Unfadable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah)
But, uh, back to the lecture at hand
Perfection is perfected, so I'm 'a let 'em understand
From a young G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have ta' find a contraceptive
You never know she could be earnin' her man,
And learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man
Now you know I ain't wit that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(Yeah) Now that's realer than real-deal Holyfield
And now all you hookas and ho's know how I feel
Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom
Well I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creep-in'
But I damn near got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beepin'
Now it's time for me to make my impression felt
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt
You never been on a ride like this befo'
With a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick
You know, and I know, I flow some ol funky shit
To add to my collection, the selection
Symbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't choke
If ya' do, ya' have no clue
O' what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those
So jus' chill, 'til the next episode
Fallin' back on that ass with a hellified gangsta' lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a' old batch o' collard greens
It's the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N-double O-P
D-O-double G-Y D-O-double G ya' see
Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic
Pimpin' ho's and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite
Yeah, and it don't quit
I think they in a mood for some mothafuckin' G shit
So Dre. (What up Dogg?)
We gotta give 'em what dey want (What's that, G?)
We gotta break 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah)
And it's gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!)
It's where it takes place so I'm a ask your attention
Mobbin like a mothafucka but I ain't lynchin
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin the sucka niggaz mumble
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble
Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked
My mothafuckin homie Doggy Dogg has my back
Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'
But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin'
And I'm a continue to put the rap down, put the mack down
And if your bitches talk shit, I have ta' put the smack down
Yeah, and ya' don't stop
I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock
But I'm never off, always on, 'til the break dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach
Puttin' the shit together
Like my nigga D.O.C., no one can do it better
Like this, that and this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this, and we ain't got no love for those
So jus' chill, 'til the next episode
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you've taught me to
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you've taught me to
Every mornin' when I wake up, uh
Money on my mind, good time to get caked up, uh
Sunshine comin' through my blinds, I'm livin', but
Really though, it's never enough
Ten million, that's a must, livin' in California
Everybody wanna visit for women (weed and weather)
They come for (women, weed, and weather)
(For the women, weed, and weather)
From all around the world for (the women, weed, and weather)
These niggas'll kill fo' that, put it in yo' grill fo' that
Still, everybody gotta build fo' that, me? I make mill's off that
How the fuck y'all can't see I ride, when I drive, down the block, and you look outside
H-A-T-E in yo' eyes, I enter big money for the enterprise
It's a beautiful day, I guess, for a bitch to roll wit' Andre, I guess
Roll it up, baby, come and lift that dress, then roll it up for me when I'm stressed
You might catch me in Atlanta lookin' like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, Chi-Town I be really pimpin'
But nothin' like my hometown I'm forever livin'
(Women, weed, and weather)
They come for (women, weed, and weather)
(For the women, weed, and weather)
From all around the world for the (women, weed, and weather)
Got that women, weed, and weather
Don't it sound clever? Come and play
What, what more can I say? W-Welcome to L.A
Uh, my nigga said he wanna fly out to get him some
Three W's only for a three-day run, bitch
Take them motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be livin' in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in the sky on the radio, 'cause Stevie know I control
Let it breathe, I control, California livin' 'til I am old
You want to be on, to peak on the charts
So the peons can be gone, and pee on their hearts
She in the coupe, she in the Neon
'Cause she on the B.S. before we can start, uh
Fuck wit' a nigga, ride wit' a nigga
Let 'em know I'm priority, order me
Hennessey and for my niggas
OG Killa, call it Jason Voorhees
Boy he on his job, boy, he sure be havin' the marks on they mark
Pretty bitches and tire marks, let 'em inhale them pipe exhausts
Let 'em reveal how much it cost for this life, controllin' my vice
No way, hell no, uh-uh, if I'm wrong I don't wanna be right
We want to be on, to peak on the chart
So the peons can be gone, and pee on their hearts
Women, weed, weather, it's not my fault
That it's 82 degrees and my top peeled off
You might catch me in Atlanta, lookin' like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, Chi-Town I be really pimpin'
But nothin' like my hometown, I'm forever livin'
(Women, weed, and weather)
They come for (women, weed, and weather)
(For the women, weed, and weather)
From all around the world for the (women, weed, and weather)
Got that women, weed, and weather
Don't it sound clever? Come and play
What, what more can I say? W-Welcome to L.A
Uh, known for that homegrown where I come from
Smoke one, palm trees, double D's got 'em topless in the sun
I shall proceed, that's me, motherfuck your opinion
Huh, how many ways am I killin' 'em? Shit, right around a billion
We on it, that mean we livin' for the moment
That mean she'll fuck 'til the mornin', time and I got time
And I know that I'm in a position of
Controllin' anything out by that ocean
I'm a boss, I'll buy that ocean, ain't nobody fuckin' with this
They want that shit, they often fiend
I give it to 'em, but in between
My time, I gotta tie shoestrings
Life's a trip when you want these things
I often slip, and then I lean
Toward three W's in life
You know blow job need an application
Eatin' pussy make appetite
And, yeah, my type, I like 'em brown
Just like my drink, the fuck you think?
I don't fuck with no hand-me-downs
See, if you fuck then it's after me
You know how much I'ma make it work?
You know her dress? Slip it in her purse
When you discussed your love for lust
Just make sure you visit here first, Cali
You might catch me in Atlanta, lookin' like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, Chi-Town I be really pimpin'
But, nothin' like my hometown I'm forever livin'
(Women, weed, and weather)
They come for (women, weed, and weather)
(For the women, weed, and weather)
From all around the world for the (women, weed, and weather)
Got that women, weed, and weather
Don't it sound clever? Come and play
What, what more can I say? W-Welcome to L.A
Smokin' weed with you
In the leaves, in the fall, in the fall, in the f-, in the f-
I smoke with you
'Cause you've taught me to, me to, to, me, me
Smokin' weed with you
In the leaves, in the fall, in the fall, in the f-, in the f-
I smoke with you
'Cause you've taught me to, me to, to, me, me
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you've taught me to
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you've taught me to
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you've taught me to
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you've tau- me to, me to, to, me, me, me, me, to, to
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you've taught me to
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you've taught me to
Smokin' weed with you
Yeah, whattup? This is Dr. Dre
The party's goin' on
Thank God it's Friday
Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyaka shan
Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyaka shan
Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyaka shan
Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyaka shan
Keep their headz ringin
(Ring ding dong ringa ding ding ding dong)
Keep their headz ringin
(Ring ding dong ringa ding ding ding dong)
Hey you, sittin' over there
(Say what?)
You better get up out off your chair
(That's right)
And work your body down
(Yeah)
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 floats like a flyin' 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 they motherfuckin' heads ringin'
Keep their headz ringin
(Ring ding dong ringa ding ding ding dong)
Keep their headz ringin
(Ring ding dong ringa ding ding ding dong)
One, two for the crew, three, fo' for the dough
Five for the hoe, six, seven, eight for Death Row
(Hoe)
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 'coz my rent's due
And this rap shit's my meal ticket
So you goddamn 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 get plenty of ass, so call me an ass-tronaut
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 smokescreen with the funky green to keep your eyes slanted
So check the flavor that I'm bringin'
The motherfuckin' D R E will keep they motherfuckin' heads ringin'
Keep their headz ringin
(Ring ding dong ringa ding ding ding dong)
Keep their headz ringin
(Ring ding dong ringa ding ding ding dong)
Yeah, c'mon
If you want to get on down
Yeah, c'mon
You gotta get on down
It's like that
Just get on down
Debonair 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 they motherfuckin' heads ringin'
Keep their headz ringin
(Ring ding dong ringa ding ding ding dong)
Keep their headz ringin
(Ring ding dong ringa ding ding ding dong)
Yeah, c'mon
If you want to get on down
Yeah, Death Row, back up in that ass
You gotta get on down
For the 1 9 9 to the nickel
Just get on down
So all you motherfuckers out there tryin' to get with this
Don't even try it
If you want to get on down
You couldn't see us with binoculars, can you dig it?
You gotta get on down
Yeah
Just get on down
I know you're bobbin' your head 'cause I can see you
I know you're bobbin' your head 'cause I can see you
You can't see me? Yeah
Death Row, let me know you in the house
(Beotch)
Yeah, that's right, we out
Hold up, wait a minute (uh-huh, I see)
Let me put some kush up in it (breathe with me now)
Hold up, wait a minute (I see)
Let me put some kush up in it (breathe with me now)
Hold up, wait a minute (I see)
Let me put some kush up in it (breathe with me now)
Hold up, wait a minute (yeah)
Let me put some kush up in it (yeah, yeah)
Now, this that "puff, puff, pass" shit, Cheech and Chong glass shit
Blunts to the head, kush pillows, no mattress
Speedboat traffic, bitches automatic
Cross that line, fuck around and get your ass kicked
We roll shit that burn slow as fucking molasses
Probably won't pass it, smoke it 'til the last hit
Down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad bitch
Andre, 3001, another classic (one, one, one)
Go ahead, ask 'em, bitches 'bout how I be smoking out
(Party all night) oh, yeah, it's goin' down
Order rounds, we smoke a quarter pound of that good stuff
Oh yeah, we smokin' all night
Yeah, puff-puff pass that shit right here
Nigga, better than my last batch
Caramel complexion and her ass fat
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale, whoa (let's go)
I know you tryna get high
Type of shit that have you leanin' sideways (whoa, oh)
Take a whiff of this, suicide
Holla at me, 'cause I got it all day (yeah, ayy)
No need to fly to Jamaica
For the ganja, we can get the same thing
You want the bomb-bomb-diggy?
Holla at my niggy right here in L.A.
Inhale (L.A.), exhale (L.A.)
Inhale (L.A.), exhale
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Hmm! Still, I am
Tighter than the pants on will.i.am
Black throwback Steeler hat, pound in my backpack
Next to where the Swishers at, smoking presidential
Got some bubba, I'll give you that, need it for my cataracts
Four hoes and I'm the pimp in my Cadillac (where my money, bitch?)
You can tell them Cali back; matter-fact, they'll know
This ain't 'dro, get a whiff of that
No, it ain't no seeds in my sack, you ain't never gotta ask, dog
"What he smokin' on?" Shit, kush 'til my mind gone
What you think I'm on? Eyes low, I'm blown
High as a motherfucker, yeah, ain't no questions 'bout it
Niggas say, "Smoke me out," yeah, I really doubt it
I'm Bob Marley reincarnated, so faded
So if you want it, you know your nigga, homie
You can put it in a Zag or a blunt and get blunted
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale, whoa (yessir)
I know you tryna get high
Type of shit that have you leanin' sideways (whoa, oh)
Take a whiff of this, suicide
Holla at me, 'cause I got it all day (yeah, ayy)
No need to fly to Jamaica
For the ganja, we can get the same thing
You want the bomb-bomb-diggy?
Holla at my niggy right here in L.A.
Inhale (L.A.), exhale (L.A.)
Inhale (L.A.), exhale
Need that kush, we blow on the best smoke
Inhale slow, no joke, make your ass choke
Hold up, wait a minute, you can go put it back
'Cause what you got in your sack, boy, it ain't that
Need that kush, we blow on the best smoke
Inhale slow, no joke, make your ass choke
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale