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ist euch das nicht peinlich, ihr feiert meinen Song heimlich, schei?t euch an und weint rum weil ich mal einfach so auf euch schei?'?, schreibt doch an Dr
to be my homeboy's lady (that bitch) Eighty degrees, when I tell the chick please and I Dogg Pound, feelin the breeze [Chorus] [Verse Three:] Later on that day My homey Dr. Dre
: (feat. Dr. Dre, Mack 10) [Intro: Ras Kass] Once again, we take over cash Ras Kass, Dr. Dre and Mack 10 connected. We ghetto fabulous baby. The best
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
Now how many bitches must get dick? Before they say, that Daz is that nigga from back in the day Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin with Dr. Dre
it down. YouknowI'msayin? I also want to show mad love to Puffy cuz you holdin it down. Master P, you holdin it down. KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you holdin
the studio and laid it rough ! Ice Cube and them niggaz with the tooth Shown to motherfucker how to blast a deuce (come on) BLAH !! Dr Dre, NWA, Eazy
the homeboy's lady (oh, that bitch) Eighty degrees, when I tell that chick please In a dog pound, feelin' the breeze. [Chorus] [Verse Three:] Later on that day My homey dr. dre
Well, all I'm gonna talk about is getting fucked up the ass then Don't be mad 'em I'm just playin' I wish I had a Dr. Dre And sold out shows one million
kid with the hoopa hypa lipta-gramma watch out yo it's time for MC bashin' got more loot than my man Johnny Cash and I'm hard like a 360 twice jam ask Dr. Dre
my bitch back while i hit it i done been there done that had beefs and won that 5 million records on one plaque i hung that still got dr.dre lowridin
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
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
ll let it play 'cause Dre's hitting funky enough It's getting funky, it's getting funky It's getting funky, it's getting funky It's getting funky, it's getting funky Dre
down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind] Verse Three: Later on that day-hay My homey Dr. Dre
