MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
dr. dre - still dre
Um...yea, I don't plan on correcting this right now oranything,
but people should note that his is Dre Day not Still D.R.E.
[Snoop]
Yeah nigga, I'm still fuckin with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E, '99 Nigga (Guess who's back)
Still, still doing that shit, Andre?
[Dr. Dre]
Oh for sho', check me out
It's still Dre Day nigga, A.K. 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 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" (nigga)
They want to know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it
[Snoop - singing]
If you ain't up on thangs
[Dr. Dre]
Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still, puffing my leafs, still fuck with the beats
Still not loving police (Uh huh)
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (fo sho)
Still got love for the streets, repping 213 (fo life)
Still the beats bang, still doing my thang
Since I left, ain't too much changed, still
Chorus:
[Snoop Dogg]
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
(Still) Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl
[Dr. Dre]
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E (Repeat2x)
Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping 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 my 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 soaking in your seat
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth
It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru
I'm still at it, After-mathematics
In the home of drivebys and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E
Chorus
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 gangstas all across the world
Still (Hitting them corners on the 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
[Snoop - singing]
So if you ain't up on thangs
[Dr. Dre]
Dr. Dre be the name still running the game
Still, got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain't tripping, 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 living hard
Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars
Still gon' get mine regardless
Chorus 3X
[Snoop]
Right back up in ya motherfucking ass
'95 plus four pennies!
Add that shit up, D-R-E right back up on top of thangs
Smoke some with 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.
dr. dre - housewife
Chorus: Kurupt
Now this this is one of them occasions
where the homies not doin it right
I mean he found him a hoe that he like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife
And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end
a bitch is a bitch, but a Dogg is a man's best friend
So what you found you a hoe that you like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife (wife)
[Dr. Dre]
I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip
Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip
(Where the fuck is my money?) I cannot G guilty
You pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that be filthy
She on the dillzy, I take advantage
All up in them panties, I got this bitch speakin Spanish
I'm mannish - get yo' nails out my back
Slut I'm bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' cat
Learn the player rules, this is how I play a dude
Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin shoes
Dollar signs are folded, I can't control it
Tryin to leave her, beeper just exploded
She sweatin me, won't let me, broad turned fraud
Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin tricks huh
Man it's a trip I don't trip I'm in yo' Lexus flexin
I left her up in Dallas, Texas - assed-out
Chorus
[Hittman]
Naw hoe is short for honey, almost had her Wailin like Bunny
Tellin tales of bein pregnant, catchin Norstrom sales withabortion money
I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when I shot at her
Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe's erotica
Exotic - she's psychotic, rockin his Nautica
Soon he'll need antibiotics (sucka bitch)
Name a sexual disease, she got it like Sam Goody
You be like, "Damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?"
Fool I pity ya
We live in the city off, ballers
with more bouncin than a Zapp, she will doo-wah-diddy-ya
Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her
to the Hotel, Niko, on some Sauve shit like, Rico
That's when I caught a Vision like Coleco
A high-post hoe, a perfect way for me to keep dough
Huh, have her sellin ass on Bronson Ave. and Pico
[Kurupt]
At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the Holiday Inn (say what nigga?)
I said if that bitch keep fuckin up (beotch) then we'll fuck herfriends
I said I dip, dive, what can I say?
Niggaz need to stop fuckin with O.J.
Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang crip
And bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
I had to dream of hoes, I had to scream at hoes
I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes
Lil' Almond Joy, I truly enjoy
if you blew my balls, right through my drawers
Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot
From the way she was blowin, I know she does it a lot
I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters
The hoe started callin when I started boss ballin
Gimme some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh)
Gimme some cash, pass it to Daz
Pass it to Snoop, or pass it to Nate
Hoes eat dick like eggs and steak
That ain't shit new, I thought you knew (what?)
I knew you would, you wish you could
break a G down, break me down
But I'ma see you on the rebound (what what?) D.P. style
Chorus
{*door slams*}
[D.O.C.]
Lil' 1/2 Dead
[1/2 Dead??]
Lil' 1/2 Dead the money jumped out to say
ol' Snoop Dogg on the look out boy?
[D.O.C.]
Yeahhh
[some hoe]
He gotta be MORE than 1/2 Dead
if he don't fill my motherfuckin drink up!
[1/2 Dead??]
Or fill your motherfuckin mouth up
[D.O.C.]
Ahhhhhh-HAHAhahahahAHAHH
[some hoe]
I don't think so!!
dr. dre - pause for porno
(Jake Steed's lines are in {}'s)
(Yæ?â?¹ll ready to get nasty?)
YEAH!
{Shit!}....YEAH! Ohhh...
{Damn!
Oh, that pussy is good tho...}
Oh, shit!
{Itæ?¯ good!}
OHHH! OHHH!
Fuck, you hurtin?me bitch! {Oh shit!}
OHHH! {Oh, yeah youæ?®e da bitch, beotch!}
(Fuck!)
OHHH! {Oh shit!}
(Youæ?®e hurtin?me!)
{Damn!}
(Youæ?®e hurtin?me!)
{Damn!} (OHHH!)
{Damn!}
Youæ?®e makin?my pussy sore, bastard! {Oh shit!}
{Oh, my nuts!}
Aww, Fuck me! {OHHH!} Fuck...
{Oh shit yo?face!} (OHHH!) {Oh, damn, damn, damn, oh,
Shit, oh,
Fuckin in my ass, bastard!
{Shit! Ohhh... Ohhh... DAMN!}
Oh, shit I canæ?° see! (Ohhh...)
Oh, shit! {Oh, shit!}
Fuck! {Whore!} Ahhh...
{Damn, that shit was good...}
Ahhh, oh shit...
{Ohhh, my god...}
Ohhhh....ohhhh...ohhhh...
{Damn...}
Oh, that shit feels so good...
Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh...
{Shit!}
Oh, get the fuck up! Oh, get the fuck up now!
Oh you fucked the shit out of us!
Fuckin big dick master! {Oh shit! Aight...}
Oh shit! {Aight, chill, chill, chill, give me five minutes, damn!}
Well, get the fuck up!
Jake, hurry up, cuz you know I gotta get home to my nigga...cuz you know...
You know you gots to get some at home, hahaha...
Now Iæ?¦ lovin that big
{Ooooh, shit!}
Ha ha..what? You got a problem?
{Man, fuck your man, know what Iæ?¦ sayin? Iæ?¦ Jake Steed. BITCH!}
WHAT??!! Who you callin?a bitch?
{You! Bitch!}
dr. dre - east coast/west coast killas
East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 8X)
Verse One: RBX
While childish MC's battle over coastal fronts
I come with no fronts and smash in monkey fronts
If you want to be evil like Knieval then jump
I guarantee your punk ass catch the speed lump
The tactics, extract, morbid thoughts from the mental
custom designed, for instrumental
Yes indeedy, lyrical graffiti
And this one's a burner, baby
Truck, like Toyata driven
True and livin drivin with the gat
Uhh, pop the clutch, let the Cold Crush rush
Then I flush wack material
That's if I don't mash them all to mush
Hush, let me burst, dare I gush
Cock-diezel cuts
Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic
East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 4X)
Verse Two: KRS-One
Yo, why do they make me wanna ruin they career?
Before I bust your shit let's get one thing clear
Don't provoke Kris no joke this
I don't ride no rapper's nutsac yo I stay focused
Beefin without skills seekin will only weaken
The artist speakin over beats and, you be cheatin
Cacaphony of small talent rappers, claimin a coast
over instrumentals, ain't got no real street credentials
Here come the philosopher hip-hopppin ya correctly
Ignorant ass MC's continue to tempt me
Lyrics be empty like Alcatraz cellblock
Too many MC's rappin causin lyrical gridlock
Lyrical syllables interlock in my voicebox
Yet I'm still unknown like the X on Sadat
Just your typical, non-topical
Flex the optical illusion weak metaphoric style you be usin
I check one-two's and who's in the house
Like shit your lyrics ooze out ya mouth
Whattyou think this is? KRS-One from the Bronx kid!
East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 8X)
Welcome to the New World Order
You are now under martial law
All constituional rights have been suspended
Verse Three: B-Real
The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can handle this
Coast trippin goin on through out the business
East Coast West Coast anybody killer!
I don't give a fuck where you from I'ma Killa Hill-er
I got crews on both sides together
Deeper than the ocean and down for whatever
Fool I can roll through any block
from Central to Westland Avenue, without my glock
But some niggaz can't survive on both sides
So they try and break off, eliminate ties
Fools got to get wise, better realize
True, enemy lies killin in the highrise
office, analyzing the song
Look at them red niggaz, don't even get along
Kill that noise, four niggaz bringin the skill
Mad caps get peeled if you oppose the Hill
Yeah that's right fool, you know who, the mighty Group Therapy
The mighty mighty Aftermath brigade, letting all you sound boys know
You're not ready to rumble or test this
Kill that noise!
East coast *killer*, West coast *killer (repeat 8X)
Verse Four: Nas Escobar
Now when I bomb like Sadaam, the world feels The Wrath of Khan
Desert Storm in this modern day Babylon
I be the twelve disciples strap arms
All black on running your spot hit the safe and I'm gone
Like a thief wrong, I keep the long 38 warm
Silent and calm, and blackout when the beef is on
Focus on your rap holsters, notice
I'm evil like the Exorcist to the locusts
Ferocious thoughts, are mergin at night
Like Jehovah towards the virgin in white
I'm wrapped in a turban for spite
Like a Israelite snatchin hoes up, my flow's up
When the fuckin world blows up throw your hands up
It's a holdup, frontin like you down for the real
to make a meal, but when plan fold, nigga you squeal
like Heavy Heel, but what's the fuckin deal?
East coast *killer* West coast *killer* (repeat 16X)
dr. dre - bitch niggaz
[Snoop Dogg]
Check it out Dogg; this game is a motherfuckin trip man
Word on the streets
Everybody always tryin to run up on me
hollerin about word on the street is dis nigga said dis..
Man I don't give a FUCK about what that nigga said man!
That's what's wrong with you niggaz, you niggaz is just likebitches
Hoe-ass niggaz, talk too motherfuckin much (speak)
Study your own, get your own -- yahmsayin?
Be independent nigga - BEOTCH!
[Dre] Yeah
[Snoop] Bitch niggaz (bitch niggaz)..
Bitch niggaz (bitch niggaz)..
Bitch-ass niggaz (beotch)..
[both] BITCH NIGGAZ (bitch niggaz)..
[Snoop] Yeah I'm talkin about you (beotch)..
[Dre] Bitch niggaz
[Snoop] and you too (beotch)..
[Snoop Dogg]
Hmm.. Dogg..
I meet mo' bitch niggaz than hoes - look here
And I really don't know, but that's just how it go (damn)
Dogg - so many niggaz like to keep up shit
And just like a bitch (beotch) niggaz be talkin shit (nigga)
Smilin in my face and then they blast me in the back(ka-ka-ka-ka-ka)
Niggaz stay strapped from way back, cause payback..'ll
make niggaz wanna pop that shit
If you ain't ready for the game (uh-uh) nigga stop that shit
We rock that shit, my nigga Dre, drop that shit (right)
No mo' talkin, I'm walkin and I'm poppin the clip
Glock on the hip, set-trippin dippin an' shit
If you act like a bitch (nigga) nigga you get smacked like abitch
[Snoop] Bitch niggaz, bitch niggaz (bitch niggaz)
[Dr. Dre]
These niggaz don't know what the fuck is goin on
Yo Dogg, check it kick back
Let me holla at these niggaz for a minute..
Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity
The aggravated, makin these punk muh'fuckers hate it
COMPTON is the city I'm from
Cain't never leave the crib without a murder wea-pon
Huh, I cain't live my life on broke no mo'
And most of these fools ain't shit but cutthroats
They smile in a nigga face - and for what?
They got the game fucked up, and want my thang fucked up
I done learned a lot, seen a whole lot
The top notch nigga, I'm fiendin for that spot
Now peep game on what Six-Deuce told me
[Six-Two]
These niggaz after yo' paper, Dr. D.R.E. (what?)
And these punk-ass hoes is lookin for dough
You gotta watch your homeboys, cause a nigga never know
Oh, they'll be around, but when yo' paper get low
Just like Master P said, "There Dey Go, There Day Go"
Bitch niggaz... uh-huh...
{Dr. Dre cuts and scratches "attention all personnel"}
{"stop scheamin, and lookin hard" -> Audio Two}
{"stop scheamin, and..an, and..an-an, and..and lookin hard"}
[Dr. Dre]
Bitch nigga, a bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, HELLA bitch nigga
Youse a bitch nigga, motherfucker bitch nigga
A bitch nigga.. a bitch nigga
[Hitman]
I know yo' type, so much bitch in you, if it was slightlydarker
lights was little dimmer my dick be stuck up in yo' windpipe!
Hmm, you'd rather blow me than fight, I'm from the OLD SCHOOL
like Romey Rome homey yo, you owe me the right
to slap you, like the bitch that you are, that wanted to capyou
every since you was mad doggin me with that bitch in yo' car
Fool {singing} "Who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff"
Man, you shit on Hit, get yo' shit bust; plus
pistol-whipped, cover it up - use yo' bitch's blush
Mr. Powder Puff yo', bark ain't loud enough, huh
I know chihuahuas that's mo' rah-rah, HA HA
I have to laugh Dre, I bet he take bubble baths
You don't want no trouble with the Aftermath staff, trust me
Doggy Dogg, Diggy Doctor plus me
No youse a busta slash hussy, soft as a Hush Puppy
Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimen's
a bitch nigga!
{Dr. Dre cuts and scratches "attention all personnel"}
{"stop scheamin, and lookin hard" -> Audio Two}
{"stop..stop..stop scheamin, and lookin hard"}
{"..op-stop..ah-op-op-stop-sch-sch-scheamin, and lookin hard"}
{"stop scheamin.. an-an.. an-an.. an-and lookin hard"}
{"stop scheamin, and lookin hard"}
{"stop skee-scheamin, and lookin hard"}
{"stop scheamin, and.. and.. and..
stop scheamin, and lookin hard"}
dr. dre - fuck you
[answering machine girl]
Hey baby
I know your under a lot of pressure at your work and all
And I do understand
You have no idea how much I understand
But you also don't have any idea how much I love you
I love you so much
I think about you I feel you in my heart
I miss you.. I miss you terribly
I've just always wanted someone like you in my life
I love you so much; I'd do anything
I'd do anything
to be the perfect woman for you
[Dr. Dre]
I just wanna fuck bad bitches
All them nights I never had bitches
Now I'm all up in that ass bitches
Mad at 'cha boyfriend, aint 'cha?
You'se a bad girl, gotta spank ya
Gotta thank ya for that head clinic
Explicit, hella photogenic
And tell your friends where the dick's at
Where they can get hit and won't get back to they soulmates
Before you kiss 'em use Colgate
"She Swallowed It!" Yeah the bitch took the whole eight
and ran with it, then let Mel-Man hit it
and Hit the Man hit it; damn bitches
Man, this is what I'm talkin about
Chicken-head, chicken-fed, with a dick in your mouth
Out and about with your nigga like it never took place
(Airtouched) Next time give me a taste
Chorus:
I just wanna fuuuuuck you
No touchin and rubbin girl you got a husband who
loves.. you..
Don't need you all in mine
I just wanna fuuuuuck you
We can't be kissin and huggin girl you got a husband who
loves.. you..
You need to give him your quality time
[Devin the Dude]
You got the number, it's on you to make the call
You know I cum quick; help you re-decorate your walls
Cut your backyard, don't have to act hard to get the cock
And if I'm goin too far, I take it out and wipe it off
and put it back up, and keep going
You tryin to hide it from your husband but I know he be knowin
that your pussy's been tampered with
Did you show him the new trick of how you can make it, smoke acancer stick?
You be workin it like a dancer bitch, it's hard on me
Not to give you all of my time, that you wanted
You can give me some head, but keep the breakfast in bed
I'd rather spend my mornin diggin through some records instead
But, tonight, I guess it'd be aight if we can touch bases
Hookup somewhere and exchange some "Fuck Faces"
I know your man's lookin for ya, he's always tryin to run ya
Don't worry bout me handcuffin gurl cause I just wanna fuckwitchu
[Snoop Dogg]
.. fuck witchu
On the sneak tip, on some creep shit
So whatcha gon' do, ya freak bitch?
You, actin, like you, don't, do, dicks
That's the kinda bitch I hate fuckin wit
Baby was a virgin, that's what she said
So I gave her some Hennesey, she gave me some head
Fucked her on the flo', so I wouldn't mess up my bed
Then Lil' 1/2 Dead put his dick on her head
Take that bitch home, and give her a bone
And give her the number to my cellular phone
Now, she blowin up my pager, the shit's gettin major
A favor for a favor, this dick is what I gave her
Somethin to go by, and bitches know why
Stuff dick in they mouth, and then I'm out (see-ya!)
Twenty-fo' seven, Dre, Snoop, and Devin
We servin' these hoes, and never lovin these hoes, beotch!
Chorus
dr. dre - lyrical gangbang
Intro:
This should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential area
[lady of rage]
Now ima kick up dust
As I begin to bust
On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you cant trust
When I pick up I lick up, ya face get smacked up
When I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up
Or get slapped with the swiftness
If you think youre swift then forget merry christmas
Now stuff that in your stocking
Im knockin em out the box n
Knockin em out their sock n
Cuz robin is rockin
Breakin em down to the slab
Takin em down on their ass
Now what you wanna do? ya wanna battle, huh?
See ya watch and creak without a motherfuckin paddle
Rattle that brain, Im not that same ol plain jane
Were on you like a border, youre nothin more than a crane
Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel
Not bushwick bill but I can take it to that other level
You think you got pull then pull it, uhh!
I got the trigger so I figure youll bite the bullet
Then bite the dust and wipe the fuck
Do what I must and what I must is bust
The bubble or choose some trouble, forty-dues
So stick to my luger, lady of rage is comin thru
[dre] *some cool shit, some cool shit*
[kurupt]
I fears no one, I makes em cool off like a ploar cap
Lynchin as I hits, misses the ? rollin back?
Pushin packs to make a profit
Diggy dope stuck on the topic so stop and gimme my pops, kid
Im livin large like a fat bitch
So get back, bitch, Im hard to broke art so the faggots
This young black kid, Im mercenary, merciless
Murderin mega some niggas so whos first to diss
They say Im bad so youll find none worst than this
Chewin motherfuckers up like a hershey kiss
Put to sleep, rippin the lyrics Im leavin ? ? ? ? ? ?
Rough wind flex too complex, wrecks, then Im peace
So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggas
Ya quick ta talk shit I whip your ass nigga
So watch me blast, nigga, cuz Im the last nigga
Ya wanna fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga
I make stagger, ob skills and jimmy ragged
Home in and drag her, sit wit ya girl and watch me tag her
Pullin steel like a stunt
Sold like an Id card, nigga, no needs ta front, so
Here to torment up a track on crack
And Im strapped witta semi-toll milli-ten mac
Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off cheap
Deadly as jason on friday the 13th
[rbx]
Back in the days, niggas they use to scrap
But now in ninety-due, niggas they pull they strap
Cuz, umm, police dem come wicked and dem shoot
Niggas, so niggas retaliate and start to loot
Execute, boom, stompin black soldier
Here ta teach and mould ya
The ennerator, dominator, narrator rb to the motherfuckin x
Flex wicked styl-e, bompin be found into greed by a
Maniac with a gat
See nowadays niggas is like that
I pull my trigger back, the bullets go
Bop bop bop now Im on death row
Fuck it, niggas goin wild, everynight they shoot
Its like beirut
Maybe you should get a teflon vest for your chest
Anytime ya step into my hood
But thatll do you know good
One slug to ya face, no hate, you gettin smoked like wood
Nasty nigga but he pumps, face back on the concrete
Here comes the white sheet
Mr. coroner cocked with some yellow tape
But the murderers escape
Audi lane 5 gs
Lyrical gangbang but its just a g thang
dr. dre - put it on me
[Dr. Dre]
Y'all ready to get dirty?
Do y'all really wanna get X-rated?
Heh, bottoms up
[Mimi]
Just hit me up when you need
Sex, endo and Hennessey
Won't you just put it on me
I just want your company
(Come on baby) Put it on me
Relax and come chill with me
Kick back I got what you need
Won't you just put it on me
[Dr. Dre]
We back, we mack, stay blunted
Knee pads, yo hoes they wanted
Penthouse two o'clock eleven hundred
It ain?t no fun if I can't reroute your hoes in this direction
Swerve in the intersection, I'm done she restin
No question, done session
Home wreckin, Doc motherfuckin Dre no guessin
Nothin less than, I mess when I'm sexin
Bang on the block
Even Asian bitches like to bang cock
Draws drop, she bunny hops
On it like a pro when she comes out the clothes
[DJ Quik]
But, uh, she flips the dildos
Whether in the Pumps, Nikes or the steel toes
Dre, you can spot it in the benzos
Squawtin real low, got me drivin real slow, she's a real ho
And even though her parents spent the fat chip
On that private school chip
She graduated, got some thug dick and flipped
No more checkered sweater, vest and plaid skirts
She's out here naked more or less and that hurts
But she's in good hands, cause Suga Free palmin
He sent her to the Sheraton with Thomas
If you need 'em they at 310-629-9755
You hit 'em and they let you know when she's arrived
Oh she okay she just runnin an errand
With this Portuguese dime piece named Karen
Bouncin through the mall, spottin 'em all
A sucker for a dick sucker ready to fall
For a daughter like yours
Got him pattin his pocket and comin out his drawers
Layin his jacket on puddles, openin the doors
All for what?
Because I promised her my name gave her the game and still ain?t fucked
[Mimi]
Just hit me up when you need?
Sex, endo and Hennessey
Won't you just put it on me
I just want your company
(Come on baby) Put it on me
Relax and come chill with me
Kick back I got what you need
Won't you just put it on me
(Come on baby) Put it on me
Fuck everybody let's just go
(Come on baby)
We can get drunk, have some fun and blow some smoke
(Come on baby) My spot is close, c'mon let?s roll
(Don't trip) I'll keep it on the low low
[DJ Quik]
Now we just kickin back playin on some PS2
Contemplatin the game Dre and me best do
If you feelin froggies then leave when we test you
But I'm guaranteein you bitches leavin three less two
Never mind what that love and hate one pairs do
Y'all just snicker at that hooker when we all pass through
Dr. Dre and DJ Quik will probably outlast you
You're like see-trough pair of boxers nigga yo ass trough
[Dr. Dre]
Bitch, you need some good dick, I got that too
Speed bag the clit, leave it black and blue
Time of yo live, I got that boo
Creep late nights up in hotel rooms
We drank, eat shrooms
Kill something, crank the volume
Fuck in every room
You know your home girl want it, Tag team bitch
Why you being dick greedy? Tag team bitch
When she cums, she drips on mattresses
Bedroom time comes I handle shit
Wifey caught up me nigga
That's yo bitch, that's yo biz
That's show biz, that's how hoes is
With or without kids
Long as you keeping it on a hush she ridin dick
Ain?t been satisfied much, she's been fakin
That's why she callin me, guess what she's sayin?
[Mimi]
Just hit me up when you need?
Sex, endo and Hennessey
Won't you just put it on me
I just want your company
(Come on baby) Put it on me
Relax and come chill with me
Kick back I got what you need
Won't you just put it on me
(Come on baby) Put it on me
Fuck everybody let's just go
(Come on baby)
We can get drunk, have some fun and blow some smoke
(Come on baby) My spot is close, c'mon let?s roll
(Don't trip) I'll keep it on the low low
dr. dre - nationowl
(All right, is everybody ready *YEAH!*)
(Alright now, here we go)
Nationowl divides this bomb to blow
Adios serials worldwide
Once inside ya ride, usin the mic like a screwdriver
to break down the speed
While labels were sound asleep, Nowl peeped and creeped
and stole the ground beneath they feet
Far from the bail, still makin my sales
Movin tapes like weight, we's hip-hop cartel
takin over, no doubt
Like thongs, they ass out but win amounts with the Doctor
Dre, all day cash his cheques
Like Play, I hittin you in the head like strays (BUU-YU-KOW!)
Nationowl's defence covers my ass
and team o' outcast niggas who're quick to blast
Our beat's on hit, keep the peace on
MC's couldn't find my path (Where you at niggas?)
Chorus:
Pledge a legiance to my team
Let's scheme, nigga, we gots ta get CREAM
Cos worldwide shit's outta control
Why you can't get down with Nationowl
Young and old, my niggas who's on parole
Why you can't get down with Nationowl
Bitches who own, my niggas whose heart is cold
Why you can't get down with Nationowl
Nationowl's anthem, got'cha soul on lock
still fully loaded, cocked the handgun
Composed like the Phantom
while the face of earth gets ugly, we ever lovely
Bitches who never duck me, "Nowl loved me"
In thinkin I must spend dough til I'm dizzy
Assholes around like a frisby
And for satisfaction chew an MC like Wrigley
History's about to be made, I met'cha in a way
tryin ya hardest to delay
My flight batterin, keep the world ringin like *?Sadaran?*
Lyrics bone shatterin
Pretenders wantin to be Cinder-rella
What? That shoe you tryin ta wears, not fittin
Now we're strippin niggas like a Chippendale
I'm rippin hell, burnin the devil and inhale
Chorus
In the last days, which side will you be on?
Nationowl's on the side that I beat on
I demand put me on
From the door I use MC's to wipe my feet on
My shit be bumpin like in-grown hair
For twenty-six years trained in ghetto warfare
Nigga, I see more green than St. Patrick
Pro actors, game of life with no practice
Controllin craps like I had a remote
It's a rule, now go enter ya tomb
No joke, much over I scold
It's some game for all who's tryin ta split ya coats
Best believe that these are our last years
Prepare or get done from the rear
As we move there, where? The final frontier
United we stand, divided we don't have a prayer
Chorus
Are you wit me East Coast?
Are you wit me West Coast?
Are you wit me?
Are you wit me?
Are you wit me West Coast?
Are you wit me East Coast?
Are you wit me?
Are you wit me?
dr. dre - bad intentions
Supa ugly
Put ya cups up,
get ya smoke in,
baby we partyin,
aint nobody loccin,
who you provokin?,
what you want now?,
take a look around,
there's pimp shit goin down,
there's alota bitches,
a whole lotta freaks,
top notch hoes,
they flockin every week,
what you wanna do?,
get ya next thrill,
take a x pill,
how the sex feel?,
damn you lookin good,
all 10 of y'all,
wanna roll?,
pump dick in y'all,
keep ya face down,
keep ya ass up,
you know what you doin,
keep that shit movin,
keep them titties jumpin,
keep the henny comin,
every bitch in here need to be touchin somethin,
I know they like it hot,
thats why i keep it hot,
so why the fuck could they not want a piece of doc?
Chorus
I don't give a fuck cuz I'm just drinkin, smokin, straight westcoastin,
bitches puttin ass in motion, pussy, fuckin, sex, promotin,
is that a cup? raise it up,
is that a blunt? blaze it up,
is that your bitch? on these nuts,
dre I dont give a fuck,
all I really know is ya hoe wants to be with me,
and she aint playing and what I'm sayin,
she creeps with me and sleeps between the sheets,
verse II
Soon as the door close,
I make em curl toes,
they all wanna get chose,
we never love y'all,
my niggas all macs,
we sip alotta yac (cognac),
fuck and never call back,
pack women in the club till it's pitch black,
thugs on the block wondering where their bitch at,
where you think nigga?,
she with the aftermath,
call the house she aint home she with aftermath,
no talking,
fuck how ya day goes,
you want dick?,
well bitch say so,
dont be shy now,
probably the best at it,
they say a party aint a party till the west had it,
gravitate to the doc like it's automatic,
take your clothes off,
make me wanna grab it,
turn around with it,
make me wanna stab it,
time to get it crackin,
show me them bad habits
chorus
(add on)
when she's all alone she sneaks out to be with me,
and what I'm sayin is she aint playin,
she creeps with me and sleeps between the sheets
dr. dre - murder ink
[Hitman]
When darkness be closin in
I'm motivated, with the howlin wind
with a list of chosen men, frozen in sin
Knowin that your end is beginnin
Swift silent and deadly
There's no defendin my plots, I know your every movement
For six months I watch, coulda gotchu at your baby's mother'shouse
Even at your down-low weed spot
But the backdrop, wasn't flattering enough
I didn't want people gathering and stuff {*cameras click*}
Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff
Here - puff this here, while I figure which way, to split yo'wig
Right now you as nervous, as a Farmer John pig
As I dig into my tragic bag, take out the HK
Twist on the silencer, insert the thirty-shot mag {*WHOOSH*}
Bullet stuck to his brain like a mack
Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet
This is anybody MURDERAHHH
to fuckin everybody MURDERAHHH
Nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH
uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed
This is anybody MURDERAHHH
Motherfuckin everybody MURDERAHHH
Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH
uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed
[Ms. Roq]
Peeped all the stash drop and exchange of the dough
Lurkin through the turf, think how I'ma just work
Give em chase to the crib and yo he properly laced
Stepped out the car, put my steel, to the side of his face
Murder - this the fuckin Case, rob this nigga and shake
the fuckin spot cause in a few it's gon' be crawlin with cops!
Who's the bad bitch now, you crept on, paid the piper
Who'da thought a sexy bitch could be a murderous sniper
Detrimental to your health, shoulda learned yo' lesson
But it's too late nigga bye-bye, better count yo' blessings
I been watchin you watchin me, yeah you ballin
Was, nigga now you finger fucked and steady fallin
A thug wit no love, but bitch niggaz die fast
Thug niggaz die young - oh what you thought you would last?
Blast two shots to the dome, slide back to the pad
and jack my nigga off, til his dick get soft
Resume the wifey boo shit, cause yo my man don't know
that his bitch is straight ill, servin ass with fo'fo'{*KABOOM*}
I'm a motherfuckin MURDERAHHH
Bitch disses anybody MURDERAHHH
Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH
uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed
I'm a motherfuckin MURDERAHHH
Uhh bitch disses anybody MURDERAHHH
Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH
uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed! {*echoes*}
dr. dre - fame
Fame, I'm the man that takes things over
Fame makes me loose, hard to swallow
Fame puts me there where things are hollow
Fame
Fame
It's not your brain, it's just the flame
The bitch is gonna get your ends
SLAIN!
(You know I need the money, I will get the money
Cos I need the cash, hey c'mon gotta get it)
(You know I need the money, I will get the money
Cos I need the cash, hey c'mon gotta get it)
Chorus: RC
Fame, what you like is in the limo
Fame, take it now there's no tomorrow
Fame, what you need you'll have to borrow
Fame
Fame
Nine is fine, it plays for time
I'ma lemme hit you from be-hind
Fame, Fame
Fame
A bullet for me, I bust it for you
I love it when you grab my gun
Fame
Fame, what's your name? What's your name? What's your name?
Say my name? Say my name? Say my name?
[King Tee]
The world's famous, rugged with the superstar persona
Rough designer, the chubby alcoholic rhymer
Big timer, I'm known in places I haven't even been
Executed styles behind men
Oh God, I preach that old Hudd City gospel
My look's hostile, hittin Remy from the bottle
The fame is like I'm possessed wit game
And everywhere I go, hos screamin my name
But I'm rollin, not that my bald head's swollen
I'm towin, ya fixed up, they'd rather see ya broken
I'm scopin often where the spotlights shine
Me and my crew drinkin tryin ta have a good time
But folks watchin, wearin khakis or Versace
They try to mack me, caught up in the papparazzi
I'ma look what the hogg had become
A top notch nigga with the fame game
Outro: RC
Is it any wonder, I'll reject ya first
Fame Fame Fame Fame
Is it any wonder, your heart's too cold to fool
Fame Fame Fame Fame
dr. dre - nuthin but a g thang
One, two, three and to the four.
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up.
['Cause you know we 'bout 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 loced out niggaz 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'mma let 'em, understand
From a young G's perspective.
And before me diggin' a bitch I have to 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 why I ain't with that shit, lieutenant:
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burned while I'm up in it.[Yeah]
And that's realer than real-deal Holyfield.
And now you hookas and hoes know how I feel.
Well if it's good enough to give 'em all a proper chunk
I 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 capped, '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 before,
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 old funky shit
To add to my collection. The selection
Symbolizes dope. Take a toke but don't choke.
If you do, you have no clue
Of what me and my homie 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 who gives a phukk about those?
So just chill, till the next episode...
Fallin' back on that ass. Wit a hellified gangsta lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens.
It's the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N double O P
D O double G. Why? D O double G ya' see.
Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic.
Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite.
Yeah, and it don't quit.
I think they in a mood for some muthaphukkin' G shit... [Hellyeah...]
So Dre. [What up Dogg?]
Gotta give 'em what they 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 we national attention.
Mobbin' like a mutherphukker, 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 muthaphukkin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my back.
Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'.
But if I got my nine, then you know I'm straight trippin'.
And I'mma continue to put the rap down, put the mac down.
And if your bitches talk shit, I have to put the smack down.
Yeah, and you 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 till the break of 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 who gives a phukk about those?
So just chill, till the next episode...
dr. dre - bar one
[Ms. Roq]Damn girl, it is hotter than a motherfucker up in here
[Traci Nelson]You got that right
[Ms. Roq]I need to go to the bar and get me a drink, please!
[Traci Nelson]Yes!
[Ms. Roq]Hello!
[Eddie Griffin]Shit, what the fuck you want?
[Traci Nelson]Hmmm...
[Ms. Roq]Let me get a Cosmo.
[Eddie Griffin]What the fuck you want?
[Traci Nelson]Damn, Iæ?£l have an apple martini.
[Ms. Roq]This motherfucker drunk as a mother...
[Eddie Griffin]Thirsty bitches
[Ms. Roq]This a drunken-ass nigga
[Traci Nelson]Oh, ooh, shit girl, those niggaz are lookin?over here! Oh, shit, donæ?° look, donæ?° look!
[Ms. Roq]Damn, whatæ?¯ up, what they look like tho?
[Traci Nelson]Shit, shit, damn, they look, they look aight.
[Ms. Roq]They fuckable? Whatæ?¯ up, is they fuckable? Or what?
[Traci Nelson](laughing)Shh, chill out, chill out!
[Ms. Roq](What?)
[Traci Nelson]Here they come!
[Ms. Roq](What?)
[Traci Nelson]Here they come! Chill out! Damn...
dr. dre - bang bang
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
[Dr. Dre]
Everyday it's the same thang, L.A. ain't changed
Niggaz still playa hatin, but Dre ain't changed
I'm just a lot smarter now
cause these niggaz is bangin ten times harder now
Niggaz ringin they ass up in the wrong part of town
Better turn they car around
Rollin the window down (Em: Hey can we talk it out?)
(Hitt: NAH GET THE FUCK OUT!)
Johnny got a shotgun
and he ain't even strong enough to cock one
Fuck tryin to job hunt
Niggaz got AK's, niggaz is way crazier
than Dre was back in his N.W.A. days
Niggaz spray strays and shoot without lookin
Niggaz walk by and blast without leavin a footprint
I think the attitudes are twice as worst
It takes half the time to get your life reversed
Always tryin to play Rambo with they ammo
Make a nigga wanna stay in family mode
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!!
[Knoc-turn'al]
Late nights is full of led that whistles as it goes by
Murder arrives, anytime
Bullets take flight when the fo'-five ignites
Some hearts skip a beat, some get blew out, and every light
put you in the site of youngsters with automatics
Bustin on shit to lay everything down even tourists andnon-affiliates
These days, gun play is official with green lights on everyblock
Know the sign tells you too it's not best to stop
On every corner, Cali niggaz are dumpin
You'll be shakin your soul loose from the box at the coroner's
Makin death not so foreign to ya
Niggaz got Rugers and M-14's with enough,
ammo to leave an armored truck swiss cheese
I've learned to stay away from house parties
I've seen too many go and end up absent without leavin
Ain't no, warm welcomings, my eyes have witnessed the bend inon
Nights that don't sleep, and fireworks until dawn
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
[Hittman]
Now tell me - what the fuck is this man?
Niggaz doin brothers in worse than the Klan
Can't even stand, in front of your buildin and chill
without yieldin, twelve-year-old children that kill
blood spillin, thugs be illin, unnecessary slugs
fillin the sky, usually drillin the one
that wasn't willin to die, yes sir in the Killing Field
I got my, life preserver
And I'll do my time for murder, these niggaz got the nerve to
question me - bout the colors that I got on?
Now see that red dot on your knot
Bout to get your whole crew shot on
A Soldier of Fortune, I'm the wrong nigga to plot on
Took him out on the spot before he even got on
my hitlist -- peep this
I cock back, you bow down
Bust round, bloody the ground, retaliation sounds like this
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
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