yep
yea
yep
yea
yep
don't stop won't stop won't quit
never could never would
mac dre back with some more shit
you know
come on man
i'm a rap matic track addict
and i'm back at it
play me a beat with this heat i'm a blap at it
the cat scated
when the mac spatted
you don't want to see me
punk get your hat flatted
dope like a crack addict
or a hop head
spit it clear so you can hear
what i said
pot head
hot head nigga that got dreads
got bread stop red get hit with the hot lead
my bed
you might see three things
high heels
my pills
and hoes in g strings
i see things
through my pimpin glasses
cheesy macaroni
teaching pimpin classes
i dips and mashes
mercedes benzes
might wear stunnas without the lenses
i'm off the hinges i handle business
leave no clues
witness
or forensics
no co-defendance all by my lonesome
won't see solano
quintin
or folsom
i doce em
at the four way stop sign
forty hk don't fuck with glock nine
i rock rhymes
i'm a star i'm famous
got my own language cool when i slang it
oh
i'm all out the door
351 with the shift in the floor
come on you beezy let's do some grown shit
put on a tight thong too small that don't fit
when i'm on the thizz i'm a fool i don't quit
unborn kids
nut i own shit
dre rock rhymes from here to new york
only smoke rope no coke or new ports
hubotchi benihana pork on my fork
rapping is a sport and this is my court
do anything to win my referees cheat
i flagrant foul and bruise to beat
read em and weap
i'm a royal flush
give me some shrums
so i can get mushed
kick dust
always in something tight
hella loud with the whistle or the suction pipe
fucking dikes
in vegas or reno ask kilo
nigga he know
i'm well connected i know big wells
did shows in harryels been in hella jails and federals
but nigga it never fails
the shit don't stop when i drop hella sales
hella mail
call me the postman
from vallejo born in oakland
yolking
dodge diplomats
fuck three strikes get the bitch to bat