So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.
Dont act like a snobby model .
You just hit the lotto.
Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe .
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
Now wheres the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed theres so many of them and theres really not that many of us.
Ladies love us and my posses kicking up dust.
Its on till the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk.
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by there, like Oh my!
You aint got to tell me why youre sick cuz I know why.
I dip through in that six trey like sick em Dre.
Im an itch that they cant scratch, theyre sick of me.
But hey, what else can I say? I love LA.
Cuz over and above all, its just another day
And this one begins where the last one ends.
Pick up where we left off and get smashed again.
Ill be dammed, just fucked around and crashed my Benz.
Driving around with a smashed front end.
Lets cash that one in.
Grab another one from out the stable.
The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Derado.
The hell if I know
Do I want leather seats or vinyl?
Decisions, decisions. Garage looks like precision collision
Or maico beats quake like Waco.
Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though.
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.
Dont act like a snobby model.
You just hit the lotto.
Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe .
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
Now wheres the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed theres so many of them and theres really not that many of us.
Ladies love us and my posses kicking up dust.
Its on till the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk.
Back when Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk.
Picture us, youll just be another one bit the dust .
Just one up my mothers son who got thrown under the bus.
Kiss my butt. Lick my wonder cheese from under my nuts.
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
Its a must I redeem my name n haters get murked
(?).
Bitches lust. Man they love me when I lay in the cut.
Missed the cut. The lady give a
(?) some paper cut.
Now picture us. Its ridiculous you curse at the thought
Cuz when I spit the verse the **** gets worse and worse cuz your soft
If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time
Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes
Its elementary. The elephants have entered the room.
I venture to say with the same repetition is true
Not to mention back with a vengeance and hit the signal
Of the bat symbol. The platinum dude is back on you hoes.
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.
Dont act like a snobby model .
You just hit the lotto.
Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe .
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
Now wheres the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed theres so many of them and theres really not that many of us.
Ladies love us and my posses kicking up dust.
Its on till the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk.
Its sorta like pourin Draino down a live volcano.
You never know whatll happen next, it may blow.
Same things happen to the beats when Dre blows
I talk ****, but *******s long as my payroll
I get *** like a ball player, but Im a boss player
Pimpin hoes from here to Australia.
Till I get heart failure.
Look at ya half of yall, all scared.
Other half, hands up in the air, like Awww yeah.
This is our year. This is what you call sheer talent, but I think at this point its just
Obvious
Fierce, they say my musics good for all queers
Cuz I make your ear ring *****. Ears and all ears
(?).
Call us the mafia. We got the fuckin mob here.
Gimme the hate and Ill feed off of yas all year.
****, Im just doing my job here.
You dont want problem, do ya?
**** it, Ill even crack a bottle for ya.
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle.
Dont act like a snobby model .
You just hit the lotto.
Uh oh uh oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe .
Got one riding shotgun and no not one of them got gloves
Now wheres the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed theres so many of them and theres really not that many of us.
Ladies love us and my posses kicking up dust.
Its on till the break of dawn and were starting this party from dusk
Writer(s): Jean Gatson Renard, Mark Christopher Batson, Curtis James Jackson, Andre Romell Young, Trevor Lawrence, Dawaun W. Parker, Marshall B. Mathers Iii
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