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Intro |
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Yeaaaah... Aftermath... D.R.E. |
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Verse One |
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It ain't too much I haven't seen, |
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Touched or been through, |
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Always on the move so I'm sorry if I offend you, |
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But I got million dollar deals to attend to, |
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Time is money, and I don't have a second to lend you, |
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I am the one, with the empire to run |
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West Coast messiah, best known for fire, |
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Throw up your sets loc, the chronic smoke retired, |
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No more low riders and golden spokes on tires? |
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SSSSSSSSSTOP!, |
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I just had the Detox, |
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Now I'm back on the block, like classic Reeboks, |
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As the beat knocks, you can put it in the air, |
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Couple of my artists beefin' but I wouldn't interfere, |
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My style is innovation, trials and tribulations, |
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You can't rush perfection, so thanks for your patience, |
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Got on my troops, assembled in groups, |
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Ready to shoot, dressed in bulletproof khaki suits like that... |
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Chorus |
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It's like that, these cats are sick without me, |
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When you need the medicine who they tell you to go see? |
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Never seen all you lookin' so lonely, |
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But the Doc's office is open, prescribin' you what you need, |
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Got my patients out there waitin', the line is out the door, |
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(Got my patients out, dooooooor) |
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Here's a dose of, what you folks have been out there lookin' for... |
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(Ohhh, Ouhhhhh, it's like that) |
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Verse Two |
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It ain't another nigga that can play how I play, |
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Who else can take a longer hiatus than Sade, |
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Come back and blow the scene up, sorta like Bombay, |
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You on the road to success, but you're goin' the wrong way, |
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What up mo! I'm California's own, homegrown, |
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Light up a zone, and smoke out, 'till your brains blown, |
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Me and Nate Dogg, on the same song, |
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Now that's something you can definitely bank on, |
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Tell me how you seen a producer that's meaner, |
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With beats I'm a beast, like Toto Riina, I had my fair share of, courtroom subpoenas, |
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Now, I'm tryin' to live my life a little bit cleaner, |
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Change is what I had to do, |
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I used to be a ruthless nigga with a attitude, |
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Made a lotta doe, then got senses to life on death row, |
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I won my appeal, and drove off on three wheels, like that... |
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Chorus |
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It's like that, these cats are sick without me, |
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When you need the medicine who they tell you to go see?, |
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Never seen all you lookin' so lonely, |
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But the Doc's office is open, prescribin' you what you need, |
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Got my patients out there waitin', the line is out the door, |
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(Got my patients out, dooooooor) |
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Here's a dose of, what you folks have been out there lookin' for... |
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(Ohhh, Ouhhhhh, it's like that) |
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Verse Three |
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Compton's full of armed thieves and G's that'll do ya, |
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So please don't let the palm trees and cool breeze fool ya, |
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Ya heard it first here, I've birthed the careers of almost, |
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Every hot rapper in the past 20 years, |
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You would think dudes happily, would name a school after me, |
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But instead they see me at events, and start attackin' me, |
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But my faculty, is standin' right in back of me, |
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You must like sippin' food through a straw like a Daiquiri |
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Come on, man... who you pretendin' to touch?, |
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When the shit goes down, I don't gotta do much, |
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Buck, poke a hole in him, like a stem in a dutch, |
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We ain't tough nahhh... we just defendin' what's us, |
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I got a lot to lose, the drop-tops, yachts and jewels, |
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That's why I spot the fool, tryin' to stop my moves, |
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I'm not takin' losses, I hang with bosses |
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That can buy anything, like fuck what the cost is, |
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It's like that... |
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Chorus |
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It's like that, these cats are sick without me, |
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When you need the medicine who they tell you to go see?, |
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Never seen all you lookin' so lonely, |
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But the Doc's office is open, prescribin' you what you need, |
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Got my patients out there waitin', the line is out the door, |
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(Got my patients out, dooooooor) |
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Here's a dose of, what you folks have been out there lookin' for... |
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(Ohhh, Ouhhhhh, it's like that) |