type of things, happen all the time You got to get yours, but fool I gotta get mine Everything is fine when you listenin to the D-O-G got the cultivating music
M [unverified] are down with us Dr. Dre you know he's down with us Julio G he's down with us Sway and King Tech are down with us Makin' funky music
They call me Slim Shady I'm back, I'm back I take each individual degenerate, his head and reach into it Just to see if he's influenced by me if he listens to music
talk a lotta hum de lay de la la Oochie walla walla, um di da dah da dah but you gotta gotta Keep movin, there's more music to make Keep makin new shit
, "Bitch you got a sick kid" Arrested, molested myself and got convicted Wearing visors, sunglasses and disguises 'Cause my split personality is having an identity crisis I'm Dr
[Dr. Dre] Y'all know me, still the same O.G., but I been low key Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no G's No wheels and no keys
how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone And I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch, leave me alone And tell Dr. Dre
I give her wings redbull and Jim buckets of a couple paper planes broadcasting my name over internet airwaves bitches hear me on twitter put my music
t get roped up in here Got this lil'hoe up in here and I ain't had insurance in years But I'll turn the wheels, the music fuck up your ears Snatch some
- split the sea Y'all split jeans - my last tape was the illy poster Move crowds like the March of Dimes - fuck this rhyme.. *musical breakdown* "Up next.." [Ghostface Killah] Walter in Dr
by the Chubbster Chubbster, the Chubbster, Chubbster Come on y'all, let's go to work The Chubbster a man that came out about 1986 With the help of Dr
are advocating that hip-hop is not Just a music, it is an attitude, it is an awareness, it is a way To view the world So rap music, is something we do
wife In the Bronx, we all laugh about it today What up Freddie Fox, 2 Glocks, Pik and Spay Dr.Dre, all day, both of them Dr.Dre with Ed Lover and the
? club poppin? chillin?, chillin?, chillin? press the death chillin?, chillin?, chillin?. who .. out all outside i?m chillin?, chillin?, chillin? music
y'know? Word (Nas is coming) Fuck it What is it, what is it God? (Nas is coming) Let's get together, make some fuckin' music Right, that's what I'm sayin
Intro: Yeah, whattup, this is Dr. Dre The party's goin on Thank God it's Friday ["Buck buck buck buck booyaka shan!" - KRS One" repeat 4X] Chorus:
, and his name is, Joe The Master of music his name is Jay Leave us alone, and let us play We give it up, and turn it loose We're not like Dr. Seuss
Can you hear me? (It's my last words) [Dr. Frazier] Talk about some of the things that really eat away at you.. like your career, your music And don'