La-da-da-da-dahh [Dre] It's the motherfuckin D.R.E. (Dr. Dre MOTHERFUCKER!) [Snoop] La-da-da-da-dahhh [Dre] You know I'm mobbin with the D-O-double-G [Dr. Dre
[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
get that I'm tired of these niggaz, niggaz stealin' beats And niggaz is stealin', your whole techniques and shit Niggaz wanna take everything from a
L.B.C. Smash motherfuckers thinkin they gon' smash on me Snoop and Dre give a FUCK about what y'all say From the "World's Most Dangerous Group" - N.W.A
my deathbed I could hear Jerry Heller in the hall But I couldn't hear Cube and Dr. Dre no more at all Through all the bullshit them niggaz was my dawgs Niggaz
] Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker (West West y'all) Yeah, L.A. niggaz L.A. niggaz rule the world nigga Y'all niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin? Niggaz
beeeitch, I'm just Chorus Verse Three: Later on that day My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J, of some bubonic
the twelveth I go for self Rockin L.A. like no one else.. You can check any rapper from the underground scene but few have dropped hot shit and seen green Some
full time students slash part time strippers And young niggaz, clockin at least five figures Some of us pro atheletes, some of us rap over fat beats Some
to do is Hem my coat and roll me some dough Different strokes for different folks Oh, you like settin' niggaz up and gettin' them loc's A cute lil' bitch with a
from Los Angeles Verse Two: Dr. Dre You ain't heard of me, you ain't listenin hard enough Started in Compton servin from a ice cream truck Now ten years later whippin a
Artist: Sam Sneed featuring Dr. Dre Verse One: Sam Sneed (Dr. Dre) (I heard Sam was going solo) Hot damn, you didn't know so, well I can blast fast so
SIGNED to Dr. Dre I wonder is its luck They got me on MTV with Banks, Fifth, and Buck I ain't tryin to be L.A.'s king he carry a pimp cup [The Game
on the D.L. with the squad so I couldn't hold it back. Black, I regulate I buzz a big gate figure, mobbing with the ill nigga, with his finger on a bigger
ni-A Where niggaz die everyday over some shit they say Disconnected from the streets forever As long as I got a baretta, nigga, I'm down for whateva I roll wit my shit off safety - for niggaz
breeze beeeitch, I'm just Chorus Verse Three: Later on that day My homey Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J, of some bubonic
my coat and roll me some dough (F'real) Different strokes for different folks (Uh-huh) Oh, you like settin' niggaz up and gettin them loc's A cute lil' bitch with a
