we go lil mama I spent my money while your poping that front and bouncing that ass doin what they gotta do to get that cash. She a money maker, so
die quick, click the vision Greed lies ambition, five slugs for the mission Seven 'cause you go to the Heaven or Hell and dwell To meet your maker, but
by this devil my new name is Rain man 'Cause I Yo, rain man Definitely, definitely Dr. Dre, super dope beat maker Two thousand and two thousand four
, when our rhyme regulates It's yellow I oppose, so congratulate, 4 Ever My Beat a 4 Ever My Beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat My Beat Forever, 4 Ever My Beat, Beat My Beat
gathering We will now allow the beat to continue And proceed to give you more of what you like This message has been brought to you by the makers of The
proper respect is what we're giving Seems like you wondered each day if the Underground Is going to stay down with the funky beats Even if you know that
dragged in The mack's back in, we snap crack in We got the jokes for you Uh, look who the Hump bumped into The old one two, rhyme sayer, the paper maker
can't afford free speech (Mood, mood, mood, someone's funkin' with the mood) Mood control is designed to render funkable ideas Brought to you by the makers
fool And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper I?d dance to the beat, shuffle my
exact wings Strumming mists from clouds Listen, listen, a man always punctual with his mouth Listen to his revolution of syllables Scoping lightning from his pores Keeping time with his hurricane beat
, you're a winner Pay day, you're a winner Keep cool, form a line Scared money, broke money Bow money, mo' money So sunny, cloud breaker Sound maker
drastic murders is happenin' Make a nigga momma mouth come down The precinct's heated, the cops is mad Because they know who shot yo' ass And they know who can beat
give me the strength, so I can make it through this evening What is this world coming to, locking up brothers is a sport Beat us till we bleed because
m back, give me a fired up Mac Seventeen different sachels of uncooked crack Dogs don't associate with cats Horses beat niggas with metallic wiffle ball
out deah to get up out! Brainiac, Black's the mind, color funk, fuse the gut I catch the what's when I kick it Mysterious the maker of the raps crazy
tha square to tha circle to tha square What you spot up with ya peepers is tha creeper Stompin on tha ground smokin a quarter pound reefer Mista five finger lead singer noise maker
we do it like that This, for my mellow my man It's like this for my mellow my man Yo, I got spunk, plus funk and Jump Like Punks To get beat down, turn
to that crooked-letter-i I, my temper, I remember starts to boil The (? ? ) but happy that the heads stayed loyal The groove hits the ground from the maker