Dr. Dre

I'm about to lose my mind
You've been gone for so long
I'm running out of time
I need a doctor
Call me a doctor
I need a doctor doctor
To bring me back to life

I told the world
one day I would pay it back
Say it on tape and lay it
record it so that one day
I could play it back
But I don't even know
if I believe it
when I'm saying that
Doubt startin' to creep in
everyday it's just so
grey and black
Hope I just need a ray of that
'Cause no one sees my vision
When I play it for 'em
they just say it's wack
But they don't know what dope is
And I don't know
if I was awake or asleep
when I wrote this
All I know is you came to me
when I was at my lowest
You picked me up
breathed new life in me
I owe my life to you
Before the life of me
I don't see why you don't see
like I do
But it just dawned on me
you lost a son
See this light in you It's dark
Let me turn on the lights and
brighten me and enlighten you
I don't think you realize
what you mean to me
not the slightest clue
'Cause me and you
we're like a crew
I was like your sidekick
You gon' either wanna fight
when I get off this fucking mic
Or you gon' hug me
But I'm out of options
there's nothing else I can do
cause
I'm about to lose my mind
You've been gone for so long
I'm running out of time
I need a doctor
Call me a doctor
I need a doctor doctor
To bring me back to life
It hurts when I see you struggle
You come to me with ideas
You say that these are pieces
so I'm puzzled
'Cause the shit I hear is crazy
But you're either getting lazy
or you don't believe in you
no more
Seems like your own opinions
not one you can form
Can't make a decision
you keep questioning yourself
Second guessing
and it's almost
like your begging for my help
Like I'm YOUR leader
You're supposed to fucking
be MY mentor
I can endure no more
I demand you remember
who you are
It was YOU who believed in me
When everyone was telling you
don't sign me
Everyone at the fucking label
lets tell the truth
You risked your career for me
I know it as well as you
Nobody wanted to fuck
with the white boy
Dre I'm crying in this booth
You saved my life now maybe
it's my time to save yours
But I can never repay you
what you did for me is way more
But I ain't giving up faith
and you ain't giving up on me
Get up Dre I'm dying
I need you
come back for fuck's sake
I'm about to lose my mind
You've been gone for so long
I'm running out of time
I need a doctor
Call me a doctor
I need a doctor doctor
To bring me back to life
bring me back to life
bring me back to life
I need a doctor doctor
To bring me back to life
It literally feels like a
lifetime ago
But I still remember the shit
like it was just yesterday though
You walked in yellow jump suit
Whole room cracked jokes
Once you got inside the booth
told you like smoke
Went through friends
some of them I put on
But they just left
they said was riding to the death
But where the fuck are they now
Now that I need them
I don't see none of them
All I see is Slim
Fuck all you fairweather friends
All I need is him
Fucking backstabbers
When the chips were down
you just laughed at us
Now you bout to feel the fucking
wrath of aftermath faggots
You gon' see us in our lab jackets
and ask where the fuck we been
You can kiss my indecisive ass
crack maggots
and the crackers ass
Little cracker jack
beat making wack math
Backwards producers
I'm back bastards
One more CD and
then I'm packing up my bags
and as I leave
And I guarantee they'll scream
Dre don't leave us like that man
cause
Im about to lose my mind
You've been gone for so long
I'm running out of time
I need a doctor
Call me a doctor
I need a doctor doctor
To bring me back to life

Roll up wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Roll up wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Roll up wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Roll up wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Now its that puff puff pass shit
chi and chong glass shit
blunts to the head
kush spillin' no mattress
speed boat traffic
bitches automatic
cross that line
fuck around and get yo ass kicked
we roll shit that burn slow
as fucking malasis
probably won't pass it
smoke it till the last hit
down to the ashes
Mary J a bad bitch
Andre 3001 another classic
go ahead ask him bitches
bout how I be smokin' out
party all night
yea its goin' down
order rounds
we smokin' a quarter pound
of that good stuff
O yea we smokin' all night
yea puff puff pass
that shit right here
nigga better than my last batch
caramel complexion
and her ass black
inhale exhale inhale exhale
I know you tryna get high
Type of shit that have
ya leaning sideways
make her work for this suicide
holla at me cuz I got it all day
no need to fly to Jamaica
quarter ganja
we can get the same thing
you want that bom bom biggy
holla at my niggi right here
in LA
inhale exhale inhale 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
Still I am
tighter than the pants
on Will I Am
backthrow back still
I have a pound in my backpack
next to where the swishas at
smokin' presidential
got some bubba I give ya that
need it for my cataracts
four hoes and I'm the pimp
in my Cadillac
you can tell them Cali back
matter fact they a know
this aint Dro
get a whiff of that
no it aint no seeds in my sack
you aint never gottta ask dawg
what he smokin' on
shit kush till my mind gone
what you think I'm on
eyes low I'm blown
High as a muthafucka
aint no question bout it
niggas say smoke me out
yea I really doubt it
Im Bob Marley reincarnated
so faded
so If you want it
you know yo nigga homie
you can put it in a zag
or a blunt and get blunted
Inhale exhale inhale exhale
I know you tryna get high
Type of shit that have
ya leaning sideways
make her work for this suicide
holla at me cuz I got it all day
no need to fly to Jamaica
quarter ganja
we can get the same thing
you want that bom bom biggy
holla at my niggi right here
in LA
inhale exhale inhale exhale
We get that kus
we blow on the best smoke
inhale slow no joke
make yo ass choke
hold up wait a minute
you can go put it back
cuz what you got in yo sack boy
it aint that
aint that Kush
we blow on the best smoke
inhale slow no joke
make yo ass choke
Inhale exhale inhale exhale

"Kick that shit!" -) Flavor Flav
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!"
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*}

Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} cool kickin ass {*scratch*}
Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} "Kich that shit!"

"Pull up a chair.." -) Rakim {*echoes*}

[Verse One: Eazy-E]
I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky
Nickname Eazy-E yo' 8 ball junkie
Bass drum kickin, to show my shit
Rappin holdin my dick boy, I don't quit
Crowd rockin motherfucker from around the way
I got a six-shooter, yo' mean I'm brave
Rollin through the hood, to find the boys
to kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise
Police on my drawers, I have to pause
40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin my balls
I hook a right turn and let the boys go past
then I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass!"
Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips
Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits
Turn the shit up had the bass cold whompin
Cruisin through the Eastside, South of Compton
See a big ass, and I say word
I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb
Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

I, was.. "Cool kickin ass"
I, was.. "Raised in L.A."
I, was.. "Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'" -) Eazy
{"Too, much, posse!" -) Flavor Flav}

[Verse Two: Eazy-E]
Ridin on Slausson lookin for Crenshaw
Turned down the sound, to ditch the law
Stopped at a light and had a fit
cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit
Flipped his ass off, put it to the floor
Bottle was empty so I went to the store
Nigga on tilt cause I was drunk
See a sissy-ass punk, had to go in my trunk
Reached inside cause it's like that
Came back out with a silver gat
Fired at the punk, and it was all because
I had to show the nigga what time it was
Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage
a sissy like that got out of Dodge
Sucka on me cause the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

"Fuck it up y'all!" -) repeat 6X
{"YEAH!!!", *guitar riff* -) Beastie Boys}

[Verse Three: Eazy-E]
Olde English 800 cause that's my brand
Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can
Drink it like a madman, yes I do
Fuck the police and a 502
Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell
Three bitches already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!"
40 ounce in hand, that's what I got
"Yo man you see Eazy earlin in the parkin lot?"
Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' hoe
Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell no!"
Called her a bitch cause that's the rule
"Bitch, who you callin a bitch?!"
Boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool
You tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get 'em up
I start droppin the dogs, and wathc you fold
Just dumb full of cum, got knocked out cold
"Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick!
Now your fly bitch is all over his dick!"
Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

"Stomp a mudhole in your ass!" -) Flavor Flav
"Stomp a mudhole in your ass, BITCH!" -) Flav

[Verse Four: Eazy-E]
Pass the brew motherfucker while I tear shit up
and y'all listen up close to roll call
Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice
Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce
Dre makes the beats so god damn funky
Do the Olde 8, fuck the brass monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the niggaz from C.I.A.
Crazy D is down and in effect
We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect
Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin

{*scratched*} "City of Compton!"
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*}

{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched to end*}

Good evening
This is your fucking
captain speaking
We will soon be reaching
an altitude of
4 million and a half feet
That's 8 million miles in the sky
Please undo your seat belt
for take off
You are now free to smoke
about the cabin
I'm Dre from back in the day from
N W A from
black and the grey from
Chokin' a bitch to
smacking her face from
Stackin' up bodies to racking
their kids up from
Racking up hits to
stacking them crates up
I'm still hungry and
I'm back with a tapeworm
And we was happening
and rap entertainment
Me and shady for us competition
faggot there ain't none
Speak of the devil
It's the attack of the rain man
Chainsaw in hand bloodstain
on my apron
Soon as the blades spun vrun
they run away from
Who want to play dungeon
no one is safe from
In search of a brain
surgeon the great one
Wait it ain't funny man
It's urgent I need one
Two boxes of detergent
and a paintgun
And a emergency
squirtgun to spray everyone
So one more time
for old time's sake
Dre drop that beat
and scratch that break
Now just blow a little
bit of that smoke my way
And let's go
So one more time
for old time's sake
Dre drop that beat
and scratch that break
Now just blow a little
bit of that smoke my way
And let's go
Smoke signal
in the sky like Verizon wireless
A nice environment
Surprised entirely
hypnotized by the sound
I surround the hydrants
taking lives of firemen
Say goodbye here I am again
Naked wives and vicodin
Before I begin to get so
high pussy boy I could spin
Vin vin
Fuck the handle
I fly off the hinge
Let the boy off the bench
coach and throw it to him
There he goes in his trench
coat and them clothes again
Baby make us some french
toast and show us some skin
I'll show you every inch
girls of my foreskin
Show me nipple I pinch
both and throw up a ten
Now you know it's a sin
to tease blow us again
The sorcerer of intercourse
if it's forced it's him
Don't fight the feeling
if you're feeling the force within
When you wake in the morning
next to the porcelain
So one more time
for old time's sake
Dre drop that beat
and scratch that break
Now just blow a little
bit of that smoke my way
And let's go
So one more time
for old time's sake
Dre drop that beat
and scratch that break
Now just blow a little
bit of that smoke my way
And let's go
Now where there's
smoke there's fire
Where there's fire
there's flames
Where there's flames
there's chronic
Either you high or you ain't
I got no time for no games
Nah ah he ain't playing
He's gonna get the AK and
aim it at your brain
I'm slightly insane
Vodka and creatine
Hypnotic and red bull
it's an incredible energy drink
And it's giving me wings
I believe I can fly
While I pee on the girl
you won't catch me CSI
It's as easy as pie
and as simple as cake
Dre get on the mic and make
them tremble and shake
Now put your smoke up in the air
Raise your Henny and coke
And if you really
want to get fucked
up just let me know
We can smoke if there
is no more lighter
fluid to do it
Let's get into it
you smoking with the
triedest and truest
I got the Midas touch when
it comes to rolling shit up
You muthafuckers ain't smoking
you just holding shit up
Now here we go
let's get up get down
hold up a blunt
I smoke the kind of stuff
that makes the records
go number one
Cause if at first
you don't succeed
Won't hurt to smoke some weed
Now them words are
just a little more
personal for me
Seeing as how I blew up off
puffing them trees
Was luck enough for me
Fuck yeah light it up sheesh
Come on smoke me up cuz
Get me contact buzz
Get me on track
they love me when
I'm on that stuff
But this is Earth calling
Shady man come on back
Man we're losing him
he won't even respond back fuck
Now look at all the
pretty women in here
Dre it's hot
I think we better go
check on their temperatures
I get the thermometer
you get the bandages
Now baby just bend over
this won't hurt a damn bit
So one more time
for old time's sake
Dre drop that beat
and scratch that break
Now just blow a little
bit of that smoke my way
And let's go
So one more time
for old time's sake
Dre drop that beat
and scratch that break
Now just blow a little
bit of that smoke my way
And let's go

Good evening
This is your fucking
captain speaking
We will soon be reaching
an altitude of
4 million and a half feet
That's 8 million miles in the sky
Please undo your seat belt
for take off
You are now free to smoke
about the cabin
I'm Dre from back in the day from
N W A from
black and the grey from
Chokin' a bitch to
smacking her face from
Stackin' up bodies to racking
their kids up from
Racking up hits to
stacking them crates up
I'm still hungry and
I'm back with a tapeworm
And we was happening
and rap entertainment
Me and shady for us competition
faggot there ain't none
Speak of the devil
It's the attack of the rain man
Chainsaw in hand bloodstain
on my apron
Soon as the blades spun vrun
they run away from
Who want to play dungeon
no one is safe from
In search of a brain
surgeon the great one
Wait it ain't funny man
It's urgent I need one
Two boxes of detergent
and a paintgun
And a emergency
squirtgun to spray everyone
So one more time
for old time's sake
Dre drop that beat
and scratch that break
Now just blow a little
bit of that smoke my way
And let's go
So one more time
for old time's sake
Dre drop that beat
and scratch that break
Now just blow a little
bit of that smoke my way
And let's go
Smoke signal
in the sky like Verizon wireless
A nice environment
Surprised entirely
hypnotized by the sound
I surround the hydrants
taking lives of firemen
Say goodbye here I am again
Naked wives and vicodin
Before I begin to get so
high pussy boy I could spin
Vin vin
Fuck the handle
I fly off the hinge
Let the boy off the bench
coach and throw it to him
There he goes in his trench
coat and them clothes again
Baby make us some french
toast and show us some skin
I'll show you every inch
girls of my foreskin
Show me nipple I pinch
both and throw up a ten
Now you know it's a sin
to tease blow us again
The sorcerer of intercourse
if it's forced it's him
Don't fight the feeling
if you're feeling the force within
When you wake in the morning
next to the porcelain
So one more time
for old time's sake
Dre drop that beat
and scratch that break
Now just blow a little
bit of that smoke my way
And let's go
So one more time
for old time's sake
Dre drop that beat
and scratch that break
Now just blow a little
bit of that smoke my way
And let's go
Now where there's
smoke there's fire
Where there's fire
there's flames
Where there's flames
there's chronic
Either you high or you ain't
I got no time for no games
Nah ah he ain't playing
He's gonna get the AK and
aim it at your brain
I'm slightly insane
Vodka and creatine
Hypnotic and red bull
it's an incredible energy drink
And it's giving me wings
I believe I can fly
While I pee on the girl
you won't catch me CSI
It's as easy as pie
and as simple as cake
Dre get on the mic and make
them tremble and shake
Now put your smoke up in the air
Raise your Henny and coke
And if you really
want to get fucked
up just let me know
We can smoke if there
is no more lighter
fluid to do it
Let's get into it
you smoking with the
triedest and truest
I got the Midas touch when
it comes to rolling shit up
You muthafuckers ain't smoking
you just holding shit up
Now here we go
let's get up get down
hold up a blunt
I smoke the kind of stuff
that makes the records
go number one
Cause if at first
you don't succeed
Won't hurt to smoke some weed
Now them words are
just a little more
personal for me
Seeing as how I blew up off
puffing them trees
Was luck enough for me
Fuck yeah light it up sheesh
Come on smoke me up cuz
Get me contact buzz
Get me on track
they love me when
I'm on that stuff
But this is Earth calling
Shady man come on back
Man we're losing him
he won't even respond back fuck
Now look at all the
pretty women in here
Dre it's hot
I think we better go
check on their temperatures
I get the thermometer
you get the bandages
Now baby just bend over
this won't hurt a damn bit
So one more time
for old time's sake
Dre drop that beat
and scratch that break
Now just blow a little
bit of that smoke my way
And let's go
So one more time
for old time's sake
Dre drop that beat
and scratch that break
Now just blow a little
bit of that smoke my way
And let's go

<i><b>Eminem</b></i>
Oh!
Ladies and gentlemen
The moment you've all been waiting for...
In this corner: weighing 175 pounds,
With a record of... 17 rapes, 400 assaults, and 4 murders,
The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world:
Slim Shady!

So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
Uh-oh, uh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes
Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust
It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk

Ok! Let's go!

Back with Andre the Giant, Mr. Elephant Tusk
Fix your musk, you'll be just another one bit the dust
Just one of my mother's sons who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt, lick frumunda cheese from under my nuts
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
It's a must, I redeem my name and haters get mushed
Bitches lust, man they love me when I lay in the cut
Fist the cup, the lady give her eighty some paper cut
Now picture us, it's ridiculous, you curse at the thought
'Cause when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce
If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time
Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
It's elementary, the elephants have entered the room
I venture to say with the center of attention, "It's true"
Not to mention back with a vengeance so here's the signal
Of the bat symbol, the platinum trio's back on you hoes

So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
Uh-oh, uh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes
Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust
It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk

Ladies and gentlemen... Dr. Dre!

<i><b>Dr. Dre</b></i>
They see that low rider go by, they like, "Oh, my!"
You ain't got to tell me why you're sick 'cause I know why
I dip through in that six tre like, "Sick 'em, Dre"
I'm an itch that they cant scratch, they're sick of me
But hey, what else can I say? I love L.A.
'Cause over and above all, it's just another day
And this one begins where the last one ends
Pick up where we left off and get smashed again
I'll be damned, just fucked around and crashed my Benz
Driving 'round with a smashed front end, let's cash that one in
Grab another one from out the stable
The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado
The hell if I know, do I want leather seats or vinyl?
Decisions, decisions, garage looks like precision collision
Or maico, beats quake like Waco
Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though

<i><b>Eminem</b></i>
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
Uh-oh, uh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes
Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust
It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk

And I take great pleasure in introducing... 50 Cent!

<i><b>50 Cent</b></i>
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thang when you party with me
It's what we into, it's simple
We ball out of control like you wouldn't believe
I'm the napalm, the bomb, the don, I'm King Kong
Get rolled on, wrapped up and reigned on
I'm so calm, through Vietnam, ring the alarm
Bring the Chandon, burn marajaun do what you want
Nigga on and on till the break of what?
Get the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a fuck
I spend it like it don't mean nothing
Blow it like it's supposed to be blown, Motherfucker, I'm grown
I stunt, I style, I flash the shit
I gets what the fuck I want, so what? I trick
Fat ass, burgundy bags, classy shit
Jimmy Choo shoes, I say, "Move a-bitch, move"

<i><b>Eminem</b></i>
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model, you just hit the lotto
Uh-oh, uh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothes
Now where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of them and there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust
It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk

Cruising down the street in my 6-4
Jockin the freaks clocking the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shooting some hoops
A car pulls up who can it be
A fresh El Camino rolled, Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about making that GTA

chorus
Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talking that trash we'll pull your card
Knowing nothing in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't saying shit

[Eazy-E]
Donald B's in the place to give me the pace
He said my man JB is on freebase
The boy JB was a friend of mine
Till I caught him in my car trying to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulled out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times first page

chorus

[Eazy-E]
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, making that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I started drinking
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinking
Love to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad
She said somethin that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross cold knocked him out

chorus

[Eazy-E]
I'm rollin hard now I'm under control
Then wrapped my 6-4 round the telephone poll
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother
I throw it in the gutter and go buy another"
Walkin home I see the G ride
Now Kat is drivin Kilo on the side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Kat got beaten for resistin arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess
Now G is caught for doin the crime
Fourth offence on the boy, he'll do some time

chorus

[Eazy-E]
I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellaz start to riot in the county jail
Two days later in municiple court
Kilo G on trial cold cut a fart
Disruption of a court, said the judge
On a six-year sentence my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out "FIRE!" then came Suzy
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

chorus

Yo Dre!!

[Ice Cube]
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
"Dopeman," please can I have another hit
The dopeman said, "Cluck, I don't give a shit
if your girl kneel down, and suck my dick"
It all happened and the guy tried to choke her
Nigga didn't care, she ain't nothin but a smoker
That's the way goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother gettin over by slangin 'caine
Gold around his neck in 14 K heaven
Bitches clockin on his dick twenty-four/seven
Plus he's makin money, keep the bassheads waitin
Rollin six-fo' wit the fresh ass Daytons
Livin in Compton, Cailfornia C-A
His uzi up yo' ass if he don't get paid
Nigga beggin for credit, he's knockin out teeth
Clockin much dollars on the 1st and 15th
Big wad of money nuttin less than a twenty
Yo you want a five-oh the dopeman's got plenty
To be a dopeman boy you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From a ki' to a G it's all about money
Ten piece for a champ, bass pipe comes free
If people out there are not hip to the fact
If you see somebody gettin money for crack
he's the

Chorus: N.W.A.

Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (We just can't quit!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Well suck this bitch!)

[Dr. Dre]
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Who the fuck are you talkin to?
Do you know who the fuck I am?
Man I can't believe this shit
This bitch is tryin to gank me
Yo I oughta slap you upside yo' head
with nine inches of limp dick

[Ice Cube]
You need a nigga with money so you get a dopeman
Juice that fool for as much as you can
She like his car, and he get wit her
Got a black eye cause the dopeman hit her
Let that slide and you pay it no mind
Find that he's slappin you all the time
But that's okay, cause he's so rich
Ain't you ain't nuttin but a dopeman's bitch
Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut
Poppin that trash might get you fucked up
Well sit and cry, if the dopeman strike you
He don't give a fuck he got two just like you
There's another girl in the dopeman's life
Not quite a bitch but far from a wife
She's called strawberry and everybody know
strawberry strawberry is the neighborhood hoe
Do anything for a hit or two
Give the bitch a rock she fucked the whole damn crew
It might be your wife and it might make you sick
Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's dick
Strawberry, just look and you'll see her
But don't fuck around she'll give you gonnorhea
If people out there are not hip to the fact
the strawberry is a girl sellin pussy for crack
to the

Chorus: N.W.A.

Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (In yo' face)
Dopeman, dopeman! "Yo Dre!! Kick in the bass!!"

[Ice Cube]
If you smoke 'caine, you a stupid motherfucker
Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker
Doin that crack with all the money you got
On your hands and knees, searchin for a piece of rock
Jonesin for a hit, and you're lookin for mo'
Done stole the Alpine out of Eazy's six-fo'
You need your ass whupped cause it's out of this earth
To get a ten-piece need a dollar fifty work
Knucklehead nigga, yeah you turned into a crook
but swear up and down boy that you ain't hooked
You beat your friend up, and you whupped his ass long
cause he hit the pipe til the rock was all gone
You robbin and stealin, buggin and illin
while the dopeman's dealin, what is healin yo' pain
Cocaine, this shit's insane
Yo E she's a berry, let's run a train
(Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch) me neither
Hoe go home and wash out your beaver
And niggaz out there messin up people's health
Yo, what the fuck you gotta say for yourself?

[Eazy-E]
Well I'm the dopeman, yeah boy, wear a courderoy
Money up to here but unemployed
You keep smokin that rock and my pockets gettin bigger
(Yo, got that five-oh double up nigga!)
Yeah high rollin, big money I'm foldin
Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin
Sprung strawberry jockin me so early
Hoe you wanna hit you gotta get your knees dirty
Now that's my life, that's how it's cut
"Hey dopeman!" Bitch, shut the fuck up!
Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal
Gankers got the fake but you can get the real
from the

Chorus: N.W.A.

Dopeman, dopeman! (Yeah that's me)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo can I get a G?)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Clock as much as he can)
Fuck this shit who am I? THE DOPEMAN!

[Eazy-E (as Mexican guy)]
Yo Mr. Dopeman, you think you're slick
You sold crack to my sister, and now she's sick
But if she happens to die, because of your drug
I'm puttin in your coolo, a thirty-eight slug

[Dr. Dre]
Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there
flakin and perpetratin but scared to kick reality

[Ice Cube]
Man, you been doin all this dope producin
You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is

[Dr. Dre]
So what you want me to do?

{Express yourself!}

[Dr. Dre]
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 and meditate like a Buddhist
I'm droppin flava, my behaviour is hereditary
But my technique is very necessary
Blame it on Ice Cube; because he said it gets funky
when you got a subject and a predicate
Add it on a dope beat; and it'll make you think
Some suckers just tickle me pink - to my stomach
Cause they don't flow like this one
You know what? I won't hesitate to diss 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 sess
Cause it's known to give a brother brain damage
And brain damage on the mic don't manage - NUTHIN
but makin a sucka and you equal
Don't be another sequel.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}

[Dr. Dre]
Now, gettin back to the PG
That's program, and it's easy
Dre is back, new jacks are made 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're on the other end
Whatch a brother playin dope rhymes, with no help
There's no fessin or 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 which fail to be original
or they kill where the hip-hop starts
Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts
Some musicians cuss at home
But scared to use profanity when upon the microphone
Yeah, they want reality, but you will hear none
They'd 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 N.W.A. 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!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}

[Dr. Dre]
{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, embedded like an embryo
or a lesson - all of 'em expression
And if you start fessin, I got a Smith and Wessun for ya
I might ignore your record because it has no bottom
I get loose in the summer winter spring and autumn
It's Dre on the mic, gettin physical
Doin' the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob!
Yes I'ma climb, but you know you need this
And the knowledge is growin just like a fetus
or a tumor, but here is 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'ma be too hyped, and need a straight jacket
I got knowledge, and other suckers lack it
So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic
Ask what it's like - it's like we're gettin hyped tonight
Cause if I strike, it ain't for your good health
But I won't strike if you just.. {Express yourself!}

{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Express yourself!}
{Go on and do it..}
{Go on and do it..} {*music fades*}

Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya fuck with me
The police are gonna hafta come an

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Yeah nigga, I'm still fuckin' wit ya
Still waters run deep.
Still Snoop Dogg & D.R.E.
'99 nigga.

[Dr. Dre:]
Guess who's back?

[Snoop Dogg:]
Still, still doin' that shit, huh Dre?

[Dr. Dre:]
Oh for show.

[Snoop Dogg:]
Yeah.

[Dr. Dre:]
Check me out.

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga
Though I've grown alot, can't keep it home alot
'Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
You hear the bass from the truck 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.

[Snoop Dogg:]
If you ain't up on things.

[Dr. Dre:]
Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my gang
Still puffin' my leafs
Still fuck with the beats
Still not lovin' police.

[Snoop Dogg:]
Uh uh.

[Dr. Dre:]
Still rock my khakis with a cuff & a crease.

[Snoop Dogg:]
For show.

[Dr. Dre:]
Still got love for the streets, reppin' 213.

[Snoop Dogg:]
For life.

[Dr. Dre:]
Still the beats bang, still doin' my thing
Since I left ain't too much changed, still.

(Chorus - twice)
[Snoop Dogg:]
I'm representin' for them gangsta's all across the world.
(Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl.

[Dr. Dre:]
Still takin' my time to perfect a beat
& I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.

[2nd Verse: Dr. Dre]
Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends
Well, hell, me & Snoop, we dippin' again
Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
He's triple platinum, doin' 50 a week
Still, I stay close to the heat
& 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 AM compose a beat
I bring the fire 'til your soakin' in your seat
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth
Since "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru
I'm still at it, After-mathematics
In the home of drive-by's & Akmatics
Swap meets, sticky green & bad traffic
I dip through then I get skin, D.R.E.

(Chorus - twice)
[Snoop Dogg:]
I'm representin' for them gangsta's all across the world.
(Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl.

[Dr. Dre:]
Still takin' my time to perfect the beat
& I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.

[Verse 3: Dr. Dre]
It ain't nothin' but more hot shit
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether your coolin' on a corner wit your fly bitch
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I'm representin' for the gangsta's all across the world.
Still...

[Snoop Dogg:]
Hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl.

[Dr. Dre:]
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back.

[Snoop Dogg:]
So if you ain't up on things.

[Dr. Dre:]
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 mom's out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more livin' hard
Barbecue's every day, drivin' fancy cars
Still gon' get mine regardless.

(Chorus - 3 times)
[Snoop Dogg:]
I'm representin' for them gangsta's all across the world
(Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl.

[Dr. Dre:]
Still takin' my time to perfect the beat
& I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Right back up in your muthafuckin' ass
'95 plus 4 pennies!
Add that shit up, D.R.E. right back up on top of things
Smoke somethin' wit your dog
No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!
Some of that real sticky-icky-icky
Oooh wee! Put it in the air
Oh you's a fool D.R.
[laugh]

(This is)
(This is)
Hahahaha
Ya I know what this is
Listen
Yo Joe I tell them girls like this

I say My loves the bomb
Girl you gotta put me on (3x)

Yo Joe, Talk to 'em
(Ooow)
Listen
Yeah

My loves the bomb
Girl you gotta put me on

My loves the bomb
Girl you gotta put me on tonight

Mmmmm
Look I gotta get this money girl,
You know I gotta get this stolen,
cause I can´t take us living out here strugglin´no more

(No more)
(No more)

Hoo
Listen baby
Your ears and your neck gotta glisten baby
And this is crazy
But this the way it's gotta be
Baby you're a queen
Plus I ain't fit to be a man
So the plan for me
It's to get the cheese
Bye any means
Listen to me

(Chorus)

Every things gonna be alright
So relax yourself baby
Please cycle (not sure on this word here) down
Relax yourself
Please cycle (?) down

It ain't nottin' nice
It ain't nottin' nice
It ain't nottin' nice now

Said it ain't nottin' nice now

It ain't nottin' nice
It ain't nottin' nice
It ain't nottin' nice now

And when we make it
I'm gonna fly you to the moon and back
Visit the stars
Yes you are
(You are)
So beautiful to me
Beautiful as can be
Good God sent you to me (?)
You're and angel
And I hope these streets don't take me


Down the wrong road we gonna make
Trust in love 'cause it's amazing
Yes it is
So please
Just trust in me
Listen to me girl

(Chorus)

Every things gonna be alright
So relax yourself baby
Please cycle (not sure on this word here) down
Relax yourself
Please cycle (?) down

It ain't nottin' nice
It ain't nottin' nice
It ain't nottin' nice now

Said it ain't nottin' nice now

It ain't nottin' nice
(Listen, I said)
It ain't nottin' nice
(It ain't nottin' nice)
It ain't nottin' nice now

My loves the bomb
Girl you gotta put me on (3x)

My loves the bomb
Listen
Listen

I got one hand in the pot
Of the holding you tight
This life girl
You know it ain't right
But we live in it
Something we're fighting for
You know it ain't nice
It's why the chrome keep it
Nice for me killin-ish
I do it for us
I pray the Lord forgive it-ish
One day we be out the hood
God would that be nice

It ain't nottin' nice
It ain't nottin' nice
(Say what?)
(I said it ain't nottin' nice)
It ain't nottin' nice now
(It ain't nottin' nice)

Said it ain't nottin' nice now
(Wooo)
(Come on)

It ain't nottin' nice
It ain't nottin' nice
It ain't nottin' nice now

My loves the bomb
Girl ya gotta put me on (5x)

Relax yourself
Girl open self to me-a (again, not sure?) (17x)

Yo Doc what up my nigga
Snoop Dogg this what it is man
This record is so mother
fuckin' gangsta man
And i think it's time
for me and you to just
Tone it down a bit
Come on

Imagine it never happened
Imagine no rappin'
Imagine niggas trapped
Imagine it havin' action
Imagine how these niggas
could be actin'
If you never got
this shit crackin
Imagine life so hard
You can't imagine
it's like livin' in city of god
You feel me
Imagine life on the yard
I'm tryin' to get that dollar on
some shitty ass job
Imagine Biggie with his son
Imagine Pac gettin'
call pop 'bout one
Imagine a mother struggling
Dealing with a system
that don't give a fuck
about who shot her son
Imagine life where you can't win
When you get out of the ghetto
and go right to the pen
When you get out to the pen
you go right to the jenz
So if you get back to the streets
you go right back in
Imagine Russell still struggling
No Def Jam just
antoher nigga hustlin
And no rocks on them fellaz
Just rocks on them fellaz
Just try and keep it bubblin'
Imagine niggas dressed up
From the east to the west coast
everybody fucked up
I can't imagine no less
But it don't take imagination
To know niggas been blessed with
HIP HOP
Before we go
Can you imagine
Picture years with your mom
Can you imagine
Hang her picture in the sky
Can you imagine
Call emergency
I've been dreamin'
all my life
Could you imagine bein' lit up
by some hot shells
Imagine being tossed around
and put in jail
Imagine life when
you can't get from under
Imagine niggas at ya
when you done fo'
Remember when they asks ya
why ya run for
and treat ya like a bitch
When they kick you
in your dick and take your shit
We actin' like
they hate to see you gun hoe
But just imagine
if the rappin' got the gun no
but you already know
Imagine niggaz in the L B C
felt just like
Snoop Dogg & D R E
And felt just like the niggaz
in the 2 1 3
Then imagine us was comin'
when you fuckin' with me
Imagine you was up on
top of this shit
Imagine if the bitches could
stay off this dick
I mean imagine
we said fuck this shit
Imagine if my niggaz got together
and tow up this bitch yeah
You can't imagine growin' up
in the jail done
Happy just to be alive'
watching all your people run
Would you imagine growin' up
to sell your 50 million
records world wide
or fuckin' off somebodies son
Imagine if these niggaz
never saw a colour
Would it be peaceful
in them streets where niggaz
kill each other
All the drunk fool get us
pissed on balls
He fuckin' off my niggaz
they gone murder us all
Imagine that
Before we go
Can you imagine
Picture years with your mom
Can you imagine
Hang her picture in the sky
Can you imagine
Call emergency
I've been dreamin'
all my life
all my life
Before we go
Can you imagine
Picture years with your mom
Can you imagine
Hang her picture in the sky
Can you imagine
Call emergency
I've been dreamin'
all my life
all my life
imagine imagine

That told me what to do, so I did my own thing
Sometimes shit got thick, but I made it through
Now I'm stackin chips everytime the phone ring
I'm in a world of liars and carnivores
Caught between fires, dope dealin suppliers
But I must maintain, think on a level much higher
This shit ain't worth a 25 to lifer
People always askin me how I made it in this trade
Papparazzi got my biz front page
Well, all I gotta say is it's a good livin'
Beside cars and women this shit gets the bills paid
(People of the world, what we're livin for?)
That money (money) fast money (money) yeah
(People of the world, what we're dyin for?)
That money (money) fast money (money) yeah
(Everybody's goin crazy for)
That money (money) fast money (money) yeah
(Fuckin with your head, I can get some of yo)
Money (money) cash money (money) yeah
How many niggas can say they got they own
Got they shit together, got a a nice stash to do whatever
Ah, you're sittin at home, hatin on the next man
That's makin cheddar, tryin to get his shit together
I dreamed of hittin licks when I first got in the mix
Way back when DJ's was heavy in the crates for breaks
And ain't a damn thing changed
But me movin out the firin range to a plushed out estate
Small technicalities y'all heard for years
Niggas with the problems always out to battle me
But I gets my swerve on, don't give a fuck
It's just a nigga talkin shit about his bullshit salary(People of the world, what we're livin for?)
That money (money) fast money (money) yeah
(People of the world, what we're dyin for?)
That money (money) fast money (money) yeah
(Everybody's goin crazy for)
That money (money) fast money (money) yeah
(Fuckin with your head, I can get some of yo)
Money (money) cash money (money) yeahSince talk is extra it's cut short like Webster's
Show me the money or invest this
I'm street smart, fuck a lecture
Messin with mine'll get you put on a stretcher
Lock your jaw like a pitbull apply the pressure
Straight bout it, buildin ideas with self-made millionaires
To get the dancefloors crowded
Hah, how's that black, limousine pull up on the scene
Ladies clean, deja-vu's of a wet dream
I got enough cream to cater women
For any chick that can fade me more than Henny
Plus the remedy to make that hard shit
At the end of each quarter I'm reapin the largeset harvest
If I ain't in L.A. sippin Alize
Plottin how to make a meal ticket in a day
All I gotta say it's a good livin
Besides cars and women this shit gets the bills paid(People of the world, what we're livin for?)
That money (money) fast money (money) yeah
(People of the world, what we're dyin for?)
That money (money) fast money (money) yeah
(Everybody's goin crazy for)
That money (money) fast money (money) yeah
(Fuckin with your head, I can get some of yo)
Money (money) cash money (money) yeah
(People of the world, what we're livin for?)
That money (money) fast money (money) yeah
(People of the world, what we're dyin for?)
That money (money) fast money (money) yeah
(Everybody's goin crazy for)
That money (money) fast money (money) yeah
(Fuckin with your head, I can get some of yo)
Money (money) cash money (money) yeahThe root of all evil
And I got a gang of that shit
Whaaaat!(Money makes the world go round
Money makes the world go round)

[50] Sh-sh-sh-SHA-DY! Aftermath
[Em] Ha ha, G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
[50] Ha ha! (Ha ha)

[Chorus: 50 + Eminem]
Cause we came here to set this party off right
Let′s bounce toniiiiiight
And if they don′t let us in through the front do′
Come through the siiiiiide
Cause I don′t wanna ever leave the game without
at least saying goodbyyyyyye
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
scream one last tiiiiiime

[Eminem]
Get your ass up for the Doctor, one more time
Get your ass up for the Doctor, c′mon now!
Here we go, cliffhanger, it′s another club banger
Got you hangin on the edge of your seat, get on down

[Dr. Dre]
Time′s up, game′s over, you lose, I win
Bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here
Ooh yeah, new year, next phase begin
Look who′s got you goin crazy again
I′ma trend, I set one every time I′m in
I go out and just come back full circle again
You a fad, that means you somethin that we already had
But once you′re gone you don′t come back

[Eminem]
Too bad, you′re off the map now, radar can′t even find you
We stay on the grind you slip, we out-grind you
You walk around mad you let your anger blind you
We walk around just playin the violin behind you
Enough with all the pissin and moanin, whinin and bitchin
Sit and observe, listen you′ll learn if you pay attention
Why I send multi-platinum albums, later three diamond
Worldwide, we on the charts with a bullet, and still climbin

[Chorus]

[Em] When Dr. Dre says crunk, you will get it crunk!
[Dr] Get it crunk (CRUNK, CRUNK, CRUNK)
[Em] And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and
[50] Jump (JUMP, JUMP, JUMP)

[Dr. Dre]
The buzz is tremendous, we drop you artists censored
I don′t gotta promote it, for you to know that Doc is off the benches

[Eminem]
We keep the party rockin off the hinges
We ain′t showin off, we′re just goin off, popular contentions

[Dr. Dre]
But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk, Doc is all
washed up, knock it off, who the fuck is Doc impressin?
Doctor′s this, Doctor′s that, you got the wrong impression
You must be on the cock of Doc, cause Doc left you all guessin
So DJ take the needle and just drop it on the record {*crackle*} WHAT?
We gon′ have this motherfucker hoppin in a second (PUMP PUMP)
That′s why we always save the best cut last
to make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass

[Eminem]
Cause we done swam with the sharks, wrestled with alligators
Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers whom if it
wasn′t for rap to bridge the gap maybe raised to be racist
Who may have never got to see our faces
Graced the cover of Rolling Stone pages, broke down barriers
of language and races, just call on the caped crusaders
and leave it to me and Dre to pass the mic and we can play the
back and forth all day like the hot potato game that′s why we came to

[Chorus]

[Eminem] 50 Cent, c′mon!

[50 Cent]
Bounce now, hands up, you know how we do
We make the club jump, everywhere we go
It′s no secret, everybody know
When Dre′s involved, there′s plenty money involved

[Dr. Dre]
And plenty honies involved, the sunny Sundays and palm trees
Cali, every day is just another party from the valleys
All the way to them 8 Mile alleys, let′s rally

[Eminem]
Hands up for the grand finale
Now raise up out your seat, Dre′s about to speak
Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week

[Dr. Dre]
You can catch me in the studio, bangin out the beats to
provide you with the heat that keep blazin out your speaker

[Eminem]
So never say never cause Shady/Aftermath together
along with G-Unit Records, presents the return of
The, The Doc (and Shady) no one can do it better
We tear the club up and leave without a shred of evidence that uh

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
Yeah! Ha ha
Still Aftermath, 2006
And don′t worry bout that ″Detox″ album, it′s comin
We gon′ make Dre do it (ha ha)
50 Cent, G-Unit
Obie Trice, D-Twizy, Stat Quo, Dr. Dre, we ain′t leavin
Let′s go! Ha ha
Ladies and gentlemen
Thank you all for comin out
PEACE!

{*crowd cheers to fade and chants ″Em-i-nem*}

[Eminem] Oh shit, I almost forgot, you′re comin with me!
{*gunshots*}
[Eminem] {*laughing*}
{*scream*}
[Eminem] {*laughing*} Bye bye!

Oi motherf**ker,
Get yo' motherf**kin' hands off me motherfukin' police officer,
Ei you bullshit,
F**k that shit man, I'm tired of you motherf**kers getin us always getin bust on, motherf**ker, shit. Always tweakin man.
Just get in the motherf**kin' cell and shut the f**k up.
Shit man, I'm tired of you motherf**kers always f**kin with me all the time man, I'm tired of this shit man. I'm gonna call my bitch, she gonna come get me up out this motherf**ker, ei, what you smiling at in the corner nigger? Shut up and pass me a cigarette foo'. Man i'm tellin' you my bitch gona come get me up outta here.
(Phone Ring)
Hello?
Hello.
Leroy?
Bitch this ain't no motherf**kin' Leroy, ei i'm in motherf**kin' jail, you better come get me up outta here, it's me baby wassup!?
First of all I ain't yo' bitch, Second of all I ain't commin' to get you out of (ahh f**k that ) motherf**kin' nowhere, motherf**ker.
F**k you.
F**k you!
F**k you.
Ai, to ai, you betta come pick me up from this motherf**ker, thas all I know. Ei ei what you talkin' bout phone check nigger, you betta wait your turn foo'. Ei come get me up outta here baby, thas all real. Ei, if you don't I just get my other bitch to come get me, f**k it, I just drop you, f**k it.
->Music
Yo' wassup niggers and niggettes. If you ever have a problem like this don't call that broke ass nigger you got, and don't call that sorry bitch that don't give a f**k about you anyways. What you need to do is call 1-900-2-Compton (well all right!).
1-900-2-Compton, thats 1-900-2-Compton. This show was sponsered by the niggers that don't give a f**k.

Intro:
And why do we call ourself 'Niggaz 4 Life'.
'Cause if we die we still gon' be some dead niggas.
""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.""
[MC Ren]
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.""
[Eazy E]
Lend me a mutherfuckin' ear.
So I can tell you why...
[Dr. Dre]
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-T.
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.
[Eazy E]
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'...
Interlude:
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.
[MC Ren]
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.
[Dr. Dre]
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.
[Eazy E]
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'!
Outro:
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Surprise, niggas

Ninety ninety mothafuckin' 1
NWA's back in this mothafuckin' yo
Takin' out all you commercicalized ass niggaz
And we're on this lay back track
And we're doin' this well kinda smooth
So what's you're gonna do Dre, Kick it!

It's so on le the shit flow on
Because I need somethin' to go off on
The mothafuckin' D-R-E servin' a death wish
So I'm a hit you like this
Early in the morning hop into the B-enz
I got 44 wayz of gettin' paid
Sittin' in my lap as I roll off the Compton blocks
To skoop up Ren I heard shots -
1 2 3, Then I see the nigga
Hop in de Benz and it was Ren on the mothafuckin' trigger
He got in the Benz and said
"Dre I was speakin' to de bitch O'shey" [Ice Cube]
And as we roll on I seen the patrol on crip
So we got ghost because they beat
Me and Ren in de black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by de D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
I start takin', makin' sure my shit is steady bumpin'
A nigga'z ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN'

I hear a dope beat
Somebody told me to buck dead
But if Dre did'nt do it I can't fuck with it
NWA is like a mix a fix a trix
Real niggaz with big dicks
You're takin' a chance when you think that
Talkin' under your breath won't lead to young death
Fuckin' up shit and shit by the killin'
For a nigga labled as bein' - A mothafuckin' Villain
But you don't know me, a record can't tell ya
I was so afraid I'd be a mothafuckin' faliure
Real niggaz got a hat-top breakin'
I hooked up with 3 more niggaz and started makin' -
Funky-ass shit for your system
Might sound nice so it makes you wanna listen to a
Sample of a ruthless organization
But you don't want the conferntation
Real niggaz don't play -
Yella, Eazy, Me and the nigga nigga Dre
Yo, alwayz makin' sure that my shit is steady bumpin'

Yeah, the world's most dangerous group
Definetly in this mothafucka
Sendin' a shout-out to all the niggaz out there
Yo you can get in the pick up and suck de dick up 'till you hick-up
You know what I'm sayin'
Yo, cuz I'm a nigga for life
And I realy don't give a fuck
I'm goin' for mine - Every time
I see a fuckin' softy -
Punk strong as coffee
A nigga like that best to back up off me
Yo, cuz these are the dayz and the times of de real nigga
False niggaz, NWA'z toss' niggaz
And that's on de real Cuz I'm a nigga that killz
Again and again so tell 'em what's up Ren

If i'm not no nothin' I don't feel like
So I grab de 9 n' de clip and go to murder mothafuckaz at night
Because I'm startin' to feel
I'm sittin' in a cell with a crimerz too tragic it could'nt make bail
So now they gotta hold me
And listen to rehabilizations over and over
Sayin' they told me
But I don't give a fuck cuz I know my shit is pumpin'
A nigga'z ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN'

I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
Murder, I heard her when she screamed the drop
'Coz her son caught the slug
Relate this to no choice
And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice

While I rhyme to the rhythm of a pop
Remember, the first brother to run is the first to get shot
Whoever said that what I say and portray is negativity
Need to come kick it in the city with me

And find the black and crack the fact
They take that back because they really can't deal with that
There's too many brothers that's tryin' to calm
If other people could get it, nobody wouldn't deal with it

Appetite for destruction
But before he decide to quit, he gotta commit
Murder in the first degree, a manslaughter
Takin' a life of his wife and young daughter

A whole city of women that be smokin' up
And the brothers is killin', it's straight loc-in' up
Whoever say what I'm sayin's for greed
The 9, even what they tryin' to feed, my appetite for destruction

You guys know who I'm talkin' to
Say what?

The appetite is tremendous, so I'm gonna spin this
[Incomprehensible] because they ask me to end this
Some trouble that I caught 'coz I was nosy
Some brother tried to take advantage because of the kamikaze

He took a swing from my hand, thought I was faded
Start runnin' for the door but it seems he never made it
The sound of the 9 went ***
And I don't care [Incomprehensible] 'coz it ain't no thing

'Coz I'm a brother you can't sleep on
So set the alarm because I hit and destroy like a bomb
I do damage with a 9 in my hand
But the average sucker that don't know me, don't understand

I'm from the streets, so therefore
You know I don't care for
A brother that ain't down with the real, real, real, real, yo
And that's the way to track out a flow, ain't even sober

At any time that the 9 wanna leave
I got a 38 hidden up the sleeve
And it's ready to go to war 'coz that's what it's here for
I shoot down a million suckers and shoot one more

And that's the million and one, they couldn't hang with the appetite
'Coz they wasn't rappin' right
So I had to destroy whoever was standin' in my presence
For interferin' with the essence, appetite for destruction

Cops put a hurt on your *** man, you know
They really degrade you, I suppose you don't believe s***
They don't believe in cops degrade you
Oh come on, those *** those people was resistin' arrest

Check it out, yo, in the house, yo
So I can show and flow and let the people know
So won't you ease on down to the Yellow Brick Road to Compton?
But first let me show you somethin'

I possess the 10 commandments of the hip hop brother
Known as the thief and murderer
First one, all abide brother with the attitude
Gotta give respect 'coz you know I'll break your neck

Second one, always gotta do it outta wedlock
I like it when it goes snack, crackle and pop
Number three, I'm a gangsta fanatic
I smoke any fools tryin' to cause some static

Number four, here's what's in store
A crazy young brother that remains hard core
Fifth one, my killin's just begun
I pulled out my gun, now that'll keep me on the run

Step six, hmm, it's kinda tricky
Can't forget that I'm one they call 'Quick'
To the ones who tries to play the E
By the time you reach 'Seven', you'll be 6 feet deep

Number eight, make no mistake
Move real slicky and you're bound to catch your prey
Ninth one, I gotta be raw
Get any brain once your man made law

Last but not least, I must be real
Number ten is my appetite to kill

I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
Murder, I heard her when she screamed the drop
'Coz her son caught the slug
Relate this to no choice
And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice

While I rhyme to the rhythm of a pop
Remember, the first brother to run is the first to get shot
Whoever said that what I say and portray is negativity
Need to come kick it in the city with me

And find the black and crack the fact
They take that back because they really can't deal with that
There's too many brothers that's tryin' to calm
If other people could get it, nobody wouldn't deal with it

Appetite for destruction
But before he decide to quit, he gotta commit
Murder in the first degree, a manslaughter
Takin' a life of his wife and young daughter

A whole city of women that be smokin' up
And the brothers is killin', it's straight loc-in' up
Whoever say what I'm sayin's for greed
The 9, even what they tryin' to feed, my appetite for destruction

You guys know who I'm talkin' to
Say what?

The appetite is tremendous, so I'm gonna spin this
[Incomprehensible] because they ask me to end this
Some trouble that I caught 'coz I was nosy
Some brother tried to take advantage because of the kamikaze

He took a swing from my hand, thought I was faded
Start runnin' for the door but it seems he never made it
The sound of the 9 went ***
And I don't care [Incomprehensible] 'coz it ain't no thing

'Coz I'm a brother you can't sleep on
So set the alarm because I hit and destroy like a bomb
I do damage with a 9 in my hand
But the average sucker that don't know me, don't understand

I'm from the streets, so therefore
You know I don't care for
A brother that ain't down with the real, real, real, real, yo
And that's the way to track out a flow, ain't even sober

At any time that the 9 wanna leave
I got a 38 hidden up the sleeve
And it's ready to go to war 'coz that's what it's here for
I shoot down a million suckers and shoot one more

And that's the million and one, they couldn't hang with the appetite
'Coz they wasn't rappin' right
So I had to destroy whoever was standin' in my presence
For interferin' with the essence, appetite for destruction

Cops put a hurt on your *** man, you know
They really degrade you, I suppose you don't believe s***
They don't believe in cops degrade you
Oh come on, those *** those people was resistin' arrest

Check it out, yo, in the house, yo
So I can show and flow and let the people know
So won't you ease on down to the Yellow Brick Road to Compton?
But first let me show you somethin'

I possess the 10 commandments of the hip hop brother
Known as the thief and murderer
First one, all abide brother with the attitude
Gotta give respect 'coz you know I'll break your neck

Second one, always gotta do it outta wedlock
I like it when it goes snack, crackle and pop
Number three, I'm a gangsta fanatic
I smoke any fools tryin' to cause some static

Number four, here's what's in store
A crazy young brother that remains hard core
Fifth one, my killin's just begun
I pulled out my gun, now that'll keep me on the run

Step six, hmm, it's kinda tricky
Can't forget that I'm one they call 'Quick'
To the ones who tries to play the E
By the time you reach 'Seven', you'll be 6 feet deep

Number eight, make no mistake
Move real slicky and you're bound to catch your prey
Ninth one, I gotta be raw
Get any brain once your man made law

Last but not least, I must be real
Number ten is my appetite to kill

[Eazy]
What you want is an unexpected approach,
That may delay a suspects awareness of your presence,
Until you have a chance to assist the situation you are confronted.

Approach to danger, don't move;
It's hard to predict what will happen next.
(Oh shit, he has a gun!) drop the gun
You could've prevented a tragedy.

[Ren]
You can approach, but the danger-light is blinking,
A self-destruct button is activated when I'm thinking.
This is a tribulation, the weakened judge,
The prophecy was fulfilled cause I never budge.
I took up the tools, crucifixion was the extreme,
They're seeing doubles of me, but it wasn't a dream.
One vision was of life, the other was death,
Then I didn't give a fuck if death took your last breath.
So you burn in my pit that I call hell,
Where you got send because your shit don't sell.
My twenty-twenty was blurry from the smoke,
Of the niggaz that I burned and tormented but I didn't choke.
I started doing 'em, I kept on doing 'em,
Do 'em for shoot 'em up till that nigga Ren was booing 'em.
And my presence to the suckers was of a stranger,
But fuck it, they can approach to the danger.

[Eazy]
If you can be seen, you can be hit.
If you can be hit, you can be killed.
(He's on the line! Shoot him!)

[Dre]
Fatal approach to danger, just to remain a strangler,
Outrun, the shot of a gun with a ganger.
Murder in the first degree, but it's worse to be,
A dead motherfucker or a nigga in custody.
With everybody thinking of death I kept working,
To be one of the last niggas left.
So many people looking for hope, they're broke,
Without checking the fingerprints on the motherfuckers' throat.
A heart of steal can reveal the real nigga in me,
So figuring to see the D-E-A-D
Bodies like a nigga's straight walking in a cemetery,
So it's very necessary to carry ammunition for niggas wishing,
But they better take caution, before Dre goes off,
And starts killing motherfuckers,
Just in order to change the anger for the real nigga,
When I approach to danger

Approach the motherfucking danger,
Come back to hell and send me some time (this is it y'all)

[Eazy]
Final approach to danger, death, destruction around every corner,
Another dead body and you want to keep running.
But even the rain turns black,
All you can do is stay alert to try to say out of the search-light.
No prison, nobody makes bail,
Everybody gotta go but see, it ain't no jail.
Think about death, taking your last breath,
Heart beating like a motherfucker like there ain't no time left.
For so many ways to stay up, I gotta get mine,
Even though they want to make a crime.
Yo, I'm being real, a better or latter in the beginning,
Because it will release the fucking police.
Fuck 'em, I approach to danger,
Cause I don't give a fuck if somebody gotta get fucked up.
So you might as well kiss your ass goodbye,
Cause in the long run (we'll all die)

[Eazy]
What you want is an unexpected approach,
That may delay a suspects awareness of your presence,
Until you have a chance to assist the situation you are confronted.

Approach to danger, don't move;
It's hard to predict what will happen next.
(Oh shit, he has a gun!) drop the gun
You could've prevented a tragedy.

[Ren]
You can approach, but the danger-light is blinking,
A self-destruct button is activated when I'm thinking.
This is a tribulation, the weakened judge,
The prophecy was fulfilled cause I never budge.
I took up the tools, crucifixion was the extreme,
They're seeing doubles of me, but it wasn't a dream.
One vision was of life, the other was death,
Then I didn't give a fuck if death took your last breath.
So you burn in my pit that I call hell,
Where you got send because your shit don't sell.
My twenty-twenty was blurry from the smoke,
Of the niggaz that I burned and tormented but I didn't choke.
I started doing 'em, I kept on doing 'em,
Do 'em for shoot 'em up till that nigga Ren was booing 'em.
And my presence to the suckers was of a stranger,
But fuck it, they can approach to the danger.

[Eazy]
If you can be seen, you can be hit.
If you can be hit, you can be killed.
(He's on the line! Shoot him!)

[Dre]
Fatal approach to danger, just to remain a strangler,
Outrun, the shot of a gun with a ganger.
Murder in the first degree, but it's worse to be,
A dead motherfucker or a nigga in custody.
With everybody thinking of death I kept working,
To be one of the last niggas left.
So many people looking for hope, they're broke,
Without checking the fingerprints on the motherfuckers' throat.
A heart of steal can reveal the real nigga in me,
So figuring to see the D-E-A-D
Bodies like a nigga's straight walking in a cemetery,
So it's very necessary to carry ammunition for niggas wishing,
But they better take caution, before Dre goes off,
And starts killing motherfuckers,
Just in order to change the anger for the real nigga,
When I approach to danger

Approach the motherfucking danger,
Come back to hell and send me some time (this is it y'all)

[Eazy]
Final approach to danger, death, destruction around every corner,
Another dead body and you want to keep running.
But even the rain turns black,
All you can do is stay alert to try to say out of the search-light.
No prison, nobody makes bail,
Everybody gotta go but see, it ain't no jail.
Think about death, taking your last breath,
Heart beating like a motherfucker like there ain't no time left.
For so many ways to stay up, I gotta get mine,
Even though they want to make a crime.
Yo, I'm being real, a better or latter in the beginning,
Because it will release the fucking police.
Fuck 'em, I approach to danger,
Cause I don't give a fuck if somebody gotta get fucked up.
So you might as well kiss your ass goodbye,
Cause in the long run (we'll all die)

Yo Dre man, I take this bitch out to the movies
An' shit man we're kissin', an' grindin', an' shit
So we hop in the back seat, you know man
This bitch rubbin' all over my dick and frontin'
Like she's gonna give me the pussy
Man, and the bitch said 3 words, man
'Stop, no and don't'
I said, "Bitch"

You don't have to front on me dear
So why don't you just give that pussy here?
If you'd be good to me, oh, I'll be good to you
And we'll both ride home in my automobile

All that I want is a little puss'
All that I want is just a little head
If you'd be good to me, oh, I'll be good to you
An' we'll both ride home in my automobile

You don't have to front on me bitch
Don't be afraid, it's only a dick
Give up the pussy soon, all I want is a little room
Oh, get your groopy ass up my hotel room
Oh, get your groopy ass up my hotel room

All I want is the pussy, all I want is the pussy
All I want is the pussy, all I want is the pussy
If you'd be good to me, oh, I'll be good to you
And we'll both ride home in my automobile
We'll both ride home in my automobile

Don't drink that wine, coke would be better
it's easy to find
If that won't do smoke a joint or two
but don't drink that wine, woooaahhh that wine.

Homeboy : godamn now lick my balls oh shit.
Bitch : You like that?
Homeboy : Put 'em off
Bitch : It's good?
Homeboy : Ouch shit godamn bitch you bit' my damn shit I said suck the
mothafucka you're bitin' it shit!
Narrator : Has this ever happend to you?
Does her teeth get in the way while she's sucking your dick?
Does she know how to suck a dick?
Well I had that same problem until my bitch went out and buy
NWA's new book entitled "The art of sucking dick".
Bitch : Lesson 1 - First you grab the dick, next you gently lick it up
and down, then insert it into the mouth. Take it slow, don't rush
it, and before you know it ..
SPLASH!


Eazy E :

It goes one for the treble, two for the bass, She got nut all over her face
Kick kick it ...


Slow is the tempo, and Ren is gonna flow
As I produce and illustrate you to a ho'
Cought on the late night, Stampin' on the base-pipe
She's a hype to get you on the late flight
But back in school she was a cutie, yo
Then after graduation started givin' up the booty
In school, stuck her head in a feather
Every time I asked her what's the time
It was never ever what she would talk to the Ren I'm sayin'
I wanted a date, she would'nt even be my friend
But now in the 1990's, I'd be praying that the bitch don't find me
Cuz she's got a gang o' kidz knuckle-heads and all dirty
And she's givin' pimp by a nigga that's 30
I saw her hangin' in the alley
Raggin' to her friends how she's ho'in' in de valley
All by herself, doin' on the whole strole
Commin' back home late night with the bankrob
You know a bitch like that makes me sick,
But I've heard that she sucks a good dick

Chorus :
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
"What do you want me to do with it?"
Don't matter just don't bite it
She swallowed it [yeaahh..]

At a high school dance -
Me and the niggaz bailed in
I saw her sittin' with her friends, With the clan,
So sexy, thought she was all that
She would'nt even look it up because we wore the black hat
She was a stuck-up bitch on the public floor
But an instant prostitute behind closed doorz
On the streets she's a late night feature
Walkin' home from school saw her suckin' a nigga'z dick, another bleacher
She saw me and she ran and tried to hide her face
But a bitch full of nut could'nt escape in the chase
A disgrace, If I ever ever saw her
There was'nt a nigga on the block
Late at night not gettin' done
So she begged me not to tell a soul
Then I said of course cuz my dick you it's harder than a telepole
Then again it don't concern me
Cuz there's a slight chance if I fuck she might burn me
And then I might have to shoot de ho'
I mean checkin' with de quickness just to let her know
But to prevent from gettin' sick -
I would just prefer to let her come and suck my dick

Chorus :
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
But does she suck a good dick?
Don't matter just don't bite it
She swallowed it [yeaahh..]

Now I was at a club on a late late sunday
Peepin' at the bitches 'till the next day monday
Had a couple of drinks, so I was feeling good
And suddenly I saw this bitch who lives in my neighborhood
She went to church every week so now I locked her
She was at the end of the bar gettin' fucked up
Back at the house she was bitch n' be ignorin'
And when she start to talk the ho' was kinda borin'
Yo, but now I got to dawn, see
Now she's dancin' on the floor with a skirt and no panties on
Shakin' that ass like a salt shaker
I already got my plans -
Just while I'm a take her to a room
But yo I mean a rest room
And stick my dick in her mouth like a wet broom
So I grabbed her hand and she's with it
Oh and when she turned sobber should'nt have had admit it
So while she's dropped I'd better get it quick
And see for myself if she sucks a good dick ..

Chorus :
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
"What do you want me to do with it?"
Don't matter just don't bite it
Lick de big dick, baby, I wanna fuck this one
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
But does she suck a good dick?
Don't matter just don't bite it
She swallowed it
"So there you have it - a job well done, but for now let me get back to what
I was doing"
She swallowed it .. She swallowed it ..
Get it all baby, suck this dick, suck this dick for daddy
suck this diiiiiick
oh, she swallowed it .. get it all, suck this dick for daddy ..

Hey mothafuck, I want you to suck Dre's dick,
Then I want you to suck Yella dick
You already sucked Ren's dick ..

YOU BOYZ ARE DISGUSTING!
Just suck my dick bitch