of Bacardi Burnin' sacks like Bob Marley, hittin' j's like Iverson Rhymin' doper than (?), the trunk boomin' like a (?) With more nuts than Murder Dog
gots to pop me a not soon as we hit the spot so I can hit the ho twice and see how much cash she got me and 'dre will hop out when we hit the parking
testin me (testin me) All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me) Fin'nin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe) Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre
on a tread Flipmode, Violator, known for just bustin your head Huh, watch the way we drop it, we ready and able In others words, your whole rap roster
seconds flat Dre's at my crib The funny thing is we both know where this kid lives And neither one of us have Canadian citizenship Shit. Oh Dre, wait
be, I just wanna be, Successful. I just wanna be, I just wanna be, Successful. I just wanna be, I just wanna be, Successful. [Drake:] Drizzy, Oh yeah dre
give more I'ma give you what you want, what you waitin' for? Make the music that the people can't ignore See how we do this thing dog, here we go again Dre
I rap the punk Dont be any game mind you on tellin rap the bunks The breakfast club nigga no capitain crunch, This for my dog niggas that eat cats for
than this nigga That's my favorite artist Fuck y'all hear the breakdown [Verse 1: The Game] No detox I'm comfortable dog Like the solo Reeboks right up under me dog
voice over drums, we from, ATL put tha SWATS SWATS on yo' car let's travel far, tha southern star shines Verse Two: Dre Everybody wanna get signed,
{Verse One: Kurupt} Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga Who am I? (It's Kurupt motherfucker
things that people do, to try to keep us away But every dog got his day I'm not 'gon play with ya'll Hey what more can I say? But every dog got his day