to the side of his White Sox hat You tryin' to check my homey, you better check yo self 'Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, motherfucker Yeah, nine-deuce, Dr. Dre
No extensions, all attempts are to fail Blinded by the light, it's time you learn Braille From the lunatic, I'm death like arsenic When I kick a wicked raps, Dr. Dre
stop scheamin, and lookin hard" -> audio two} {"stop scheamin, and..an, and..an-an, and..and lookin hard"} Bitch nigga, a bitch nigga [dr. dre
than done Now it's easy for me to get my point across So listen up close if ya don't ya might get lost I'm not a role model or a Dr. Seuss yo I'm a
scheamin', and lookin' hard Stop-stop, ah-op-op-stop sch-sch-scheamin' and lookin' hard Stop scheamin' an-an-and lookin' hard Stop scheamin' and lookin' hard
and I don't give a fuck about none of y'all, I'm ridin til the wheels fall off I only rides with my Doggs [Dr. Dre] Dippin down Compton Boulevard I only
[BEEP] [Dr. Dre] Ay ay Snoop whattup? This your nigga Dre Ay man I was thinkin I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin album So check it out, put
Snoop Dogg Leave your name and your number at the motherfuckin beep If dis one of my hoes, two-way me {*BEEP*} [Dr. Dre] Ay ay Snoop whattup? This your nigga Dre
wanted someone like you in my life I love you so much; that I'd do anything I'd do anything I'll be your perfect woman for you [Dr. Dre] I just wanna
blood man that was dog shit You know what I'm sizzlin' that ain't no friend Talkin' bout knockin' me out nigga Ya know what are we, yo Dr. Dre, here
ass See, I don't give a fuck, cause I keep dealing Yo, what the fuck are they yelling ? [Chorus] GANGSTA GANGSTA "That's what they yelling" - DR. DRE
on walk with me [Verse 1: Lil' Flip] Nigga I can hit you from a block away cause my chopper bang like a beat from Dr.Dre I'm creepin at night with a
holidays I was in the peezee when I heard Easy E and Dr. Dre Was in the pen for that bad boy death row thing I was locked away when Dre was crowned west
Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back With my mind on my money And my money on my mind Later on that day, my homey Dr. Dre
I think you a snitch Throw a house nigga in a ditch Half-pint bitch, fuckin' your homeboys You little maggot Eazy E turned faggot With your manager, fella Fuckin' MC Ren, Dr Dre
of these At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze beeeitch, I'm just Chorus Verse Three: Later on that day My homey Dr. Dre came through
a game, I stomps the billboards One things for sure, G's hit the door Tone and Poke know, Natina does not play When she get on the mike she say what she got to say Dr.Dre
In fact, I steps with a tech in the back In the hood, ain't got no love, so I packs a strap And I once knew a nigga named Dr. Dre He was a baller from