Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out So So Def make it hot to death You ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' wit' us [Ma$e] C'mon, C'mon, C'mon We
All Out, make ya dance 'til ya fall out So So Def make it hot to death You ain't platinum plus? You ain't fuckin' wit' us [Ma$e] C'mon, C'mon, C'mon
: (feat. Dr. Dre) {*Intro sound of flame: Dr. Dre's "Chronic" trademark*} [Dre] YEAH! [Jay] Uh uhh uh-uhh, boom boom boom [Dre] D-R-E! [Jay] Say it
double-O, D-and-the-I-and-the-E, the M-and-the-O [Khujo] Yo, this ain't no chain to your brain Pistol and they gon' bang, plus drain ya like some Folgers
and your riches Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches Puff Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer I follow -- in the E-Class
Cash Money hot Bizzy Lil Wizzy get with me Now I'ma, I'ma ask you again You know my name right bitch Bitch say it [Hook x2] [Outro] W-E-E-Z-Y Wee Bitch
3X*} You know we gonna make it [Baby] In one you trust, the neighborhood is us And everything that I ride is 22s and up And everytime that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus
to make you stop? How many tapes does it take to make you pop? Go ahead an' tell me cause I really wanna know Smokin' ind-e-o with my nigga Rappin' 4
allowed Plus the blows that I throw bring a light in the sound So whoever want the drama I'm invitin them now Phenomenal shit, spit 'til my abdominal split Plus
them cats On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up Word up, never stop your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin? (For real baby) And, yo son, on the real I'ma
I'ma B-L-double-O-D Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G Walk through 8 Mile
cream and your riches Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches Puff Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer I follow in the E-
[Chorus 1: 2X] Dance threw the cha cha for me ma mama Shake and make it drop drop for your pa papa Touch your hips and your na na Get high Bounce
't act rap, and no matter how real the dream seem E'rybody can't sing But, there's another Michael Jordan or Tiger Woods Somewhere right in the hood, plus
it to you because I love you Ya know 'cuz the things that I feel so proud about The things that you do Ya know, like runnin' my car into telephone poles Plus
it take to make you stop? How many tapes does it take to make you pop? Go ahead an' tell me 'cause I really wanna know Smokin' ind-e-o with my nigga
asleep It'll just be me, me, me on a late night creep I'ma show you things that you can't believe Jump in this B E D and won't you sock it 2 me Soc-
Everything is bad when you're broke plus black I'm dedicated, unto my Lord I pray Can't see the future livin' day for day I'm workin' heard, tryin' to platinum
