Álbum 2001 de Dr. Dre - Canciones


Listado de canciones del álbum 2001

  1. Lolo (Intro)Ver letra 0:40


    letra de Lolo (Intro)

    Goddamn. Hey, whatsup, nigga?

    Oh shit!


    [Dr. Dre] Hey, that muthafucker clean

    Hey, who that?

    Hey, that Dre, nigga, that the... Look at that shit!

    Hangin' that muthafucker, goddamn! Look at that!

    That nigga chromed out up under that muthafucker!

    Hangin' on the bumper X!

    Hey, hang that shit!

    What up, Dr. Dre?

  2. The WatcherVer letra 3:28


    letra de The Watcher

    Artist: Dr. Dre
    Album: The Chronic 2001
    Song: The Watcher

    [Dr. Dre]
    Things just ain't the same for gangsters
    Times is changin, young niggaz is agin
    Becomin O.G.'s in the game and changin
    to make way for these new names and faces but
    the strangest things can happen from rappin
    when, niggaz get wrapped up in image and actin
    Niggaz get capped up and wrapped in plastic
    and zipped up in bags when it happens, that's it
    I've seen em come, I've watched em go
    Watched em rise, witnessed it and watched them blow
    Watched em all blossom and watched em grow
    Watched the lawsuits when they lost the dough
    Best friends and money? I lost them both
    Went and visisted niggaz in the hospital
    and saw the same shit all across the globe
    I just sit back and watch the show (the watcher)

    Chorus: Dr. Dre

    Cause everywhere that I go
    ain't the same as befo' (the watcher)
    People I used to know
    just don't know me no mo' (the watcher)
    But everywhere that I go
    I got people I know (the watcher)
    who got people they know
    So I suggest you lay low (the watcher)

    [Dr. Dre]
    I moved out of the hood for good - you blame me?
    Niggaz aim angry at niggaz they can't be
    But niggaz can't hit niggaz they can't see
    I'm out of sight, now I'm out of they dang reach
    How would you feel if niggaz wanted you killed?
    You'd probably move to a new house on a new hill
    and choose a new spot if niggaz wanted you shot
    I ain't a thug - how much Tupac in you you got?
    I ain't no bitch neither - it's either my life
    or yo' life and I ain't leavin - I like breathin
    Cause nigga we can go round for round
    Clip for clip, shit fo'pound for pound
    Nigga if you really wanna take it there we can
    Just remember that you fuckin with a family man
    I got a lot more to lose than you, remember that
    when you wanna come and fill these shoes (the watcher)


    {*GUN SHOT*}

    [Dr. Dre]
    Things just ain't the same for gangstas
    Cops is anxious to put niggaz in handcuffs
    They wanna hang us, see us dead or enslave us
    Keep us trapped in the same place we raised in
    Then they wonder why we act so outrageous
    Run around stressed out and pull out gauges
    Cause everytime you let the animal out cages
    It's dangerous, to people who look like strangers
    But now we got a new era of gangsters
    Hustlers and youngsters livin amongst us
    Lookin at us, now callin us bustaz
    Can't help but reminisce back when it was us
    Nigga we started this gangsta shit!
    And this the motherfuckin thanks I get?
    It's funny how time fly
    I'm just havin fun, just watchin it fly by (the watcher)


    (the watcher - 4X)

    Músicos invitados: Eminem (Backing Vocals), Knoc-turn'al (Backing Vocals), Camara Kambon (Keyboards), Scott Storch (Keyboards)
  3. Fuck YouVer letra 3:25


    letra de Fuck You

    [answering machine girl]
    Hey baby
    I know your under a lot of pressure at your work and all
    And I do understand
    You have no idea how much I understand
    But you also don't have any idea how much I love you
    I love you so much
    I think about you I feel you in my heart
    I miss you.. I miss you terribly
    I've just always wanted someone like you in my life
    I love you so much; I'd do anything
    I'd do anything
    to be the perfect woman for you

    [Dr. Dre]
    I just wanna fuck bad bitches
    All them nights I never had bitches
    Now I'm all up in that ass bitches
    Mad at 'cha boyfriend, aint 'cha?
    You'se a bad girl, gotta spank ya
    Gotta thank ya for that head clinic
    Explicit, hella photogenic
    And tell your friends where the dick's at
    Where they can get hit and won't get back to they soulmates
    Before you kiss 'em use Colgate
    "She Swallowed It!" Yeah the bitch took the whole eight
    and ran with it, then let Mel-Man hit it
    and Hit the Man hit it; damn bitches
    Man, this is what I'm talkin about
    Chicken-head, chicken-fed, with a dick in your mouth
    Out and about with your nigga like it never took place
    (Airtouched) Next time give me a taste


    I just wanna fuuuuuck you
    No touchin and rubbin girl you got a husband who
    loves.. you..
    Don't need you all in mine
    I just wanna fuuuuuck you
    We can't be kissin and huggin girl you got a husband who
    loves.. you..
    You need to give him your quality time

    [Devin the Dude]
    You got the number, it's on you to make the call
    You know I cum quick; help you re-decorate your walls
    Cut your backyard, don't have to act hard to get the cock
    And if I'm goin too far, I take it out and wipe it off
    and put it back up, and keep going
    You tryin to hide it from your husband but I know he be knowin
    that your pussy's been tampered with
    Did you show him the new trick of how you can make it, smoke acancer stick?
    You be workin it like a dancer bitch, it's hard on me
    Not to give you all of my time, that you wanted
    You can give me some head, but keep the breakfast in bed
    I'd rather spend my mornin diggin through some records instead
    But, tonight, I guess it'd be aight if we can touch bases
    Hookup somewhere and exchange some "Fuck Faces"
    I know your man's lookin for ya, he's always tryin to run ya
    Don't worry bout me handcuffin gurl cause I just wanna fuckwitchu

    [Snoop Dogg]
    .. fuck witchu
    On the sneak tip, on some creep shit
    So whatcha gon' do, ya freak bitch?
    You, actin, like you, don't, do, dicks
    That's the kinda bitch I hate fuckin wit
    Baby was a virgin, that's what she said
    So I gave her some Hennesey, she gave me some head
    Fucked her on the flo', so I wouldn't mess up my bed
    Then Lil' 1/2 Dead put his dick on her head
    Take that bitch home, and give her a bone
    And give her the number to my cellular phone
    Now, she blowin up my pager, the shit's gettin major
    A favor for a favor, this dick is what I gave her
    Somethin to go by, and bitches know why
    Stuff dick in they mouth, and then I'm out (see-ya!)
    Twenty-fo' seven, Dre, Snoop, and Devin
    We servin' these hoes, and never lovin these hoes, beotch!


    Featuring: Devin The DudeMúsicos invitados: Sean Cruse (Guitar), Camara Kambon (Keyboards), Scott Storch (Keyboards)
  4. Still D.R.E. 4:28
    Músicos invitados: Camara Kambon (Keyboards), Scott Storch (Keyboards)
  5. Big Ego's 4:01
    Músicos invitados: Scott Storch (Keyboards)
  6. XxplosiveVer letra 3:35


    letra de Xxplosive

    Xxplosive, West coast shit
    My nigguh-ish ways attract, girls that used to turn they back
    Causin me to yank they arm and pose like I would do the harm
    Now I'm sayin thank you cause they tell me, my shit's the bomb
    Xxplosive.. ..for my niggaz drinkin Cognac, smokin weed, always pack
    mo' than one, firearm, chrome rims, ridin on
    Chronic in yo' system, let me know, my shit's the bomb - Xxplosive..

    West coast shit nigga
    Overdosage - imperial pistols ferocious
    Fuck a bitch; don't tease bitch, strip tease bitch
    Eat a bowl of these bitch, gobble the dick
    Hoes forgot to eat a dick can shut the fuck up!
    Gobble and swallow a nut up, shut up and get my cash
    Backhanded, pimpslapped backwards and left stranded
    Just pop ya collar, pimp convention hoes for a dollar
    Six-Deuce in a plush, six-deuce impala
    Pimpin hoes from Texas to Guatemala
    Bitch niggaz paid for hoes, just to lay wit hoes
    Relax one night, and paid to stay wit hoes
    Captain Save'Em all day (bitch) well save this dick
    Bitch nigga, you more of a bitch than a bitch
    You ain't into hittin pussy, or hittin the switch
    You into hittin bitches off of the grip, you punk bitch

    [Nate Dogg]
    All my real Doggs still kick it wit me
    All my down hoes still trickin wit me
    All the true gangstas know
    Nate ain't never loved no hoe
    All the hoodrats still shake it for me
    All my true fans still checkin for me
    All the real smokers know
    Nate ain't passin nuttin but dope indeed...
    Real trees...
    Chronic leaves...
    No seeds...

    When I had you last night, baby
    Before - I blew yo' mind, (blew-blew-blew your mind)
    I thought we had a chance, lady
    No more - now that I'm sober you ain't that fine
    Don't wanna treat you wrong
    Don't wanna lead you on
    Here baby, hit the bong
    while the west coast rolls along
    While we - still makin gangsta hits
    You'll be - still jockin gangsta dicks
    Damn girl you think you slick
    Somebody better get this biiitch, this biiiitch

    I got these freaky hoes
    Clappin they hands, stompin they feet
    Every now and then they put they mouth on me
    Nowadays a G like me can't even call it
    A 23-year old pussy fiend and freakaholic
    Pimpin bitches on the regular, I put that on the G
    A hustler and a player, nowadays it pays to be
    Lemme drop some shit about this bitch I used to know
    She gave ya boy the head and said don't let nobody know
    A bonafide pro, I had to grab the hoe
    She got freaky in yo' sixty-fo', I skeeted in her throat
    Been knowin the hoe for fo' days, pimpery pays
    And I bet you didn't know that she go both ways
    She ate her best friend, I left them hoes at the mall
    They be beepin me and shit, but we don't kick it no mo'
    Them hot hoes is fiendin, they on the nuts
    But beitch, I'm out ya pussy when I nut, f'real


    Featuring: 6Two, Nate DoggMúsicos invitados: Colin Wolfe (Bass), Sean Cruse (Guitar), Camara Kambon (Keyboards)
  7. What's The Difference 4:04
    Featuring: EminemMúsicos invitados: Phish (Backing Vocals), Camara Kambon (Keyboards)
  8. Bar OneVer letra 0:51


    letra de Bar One

    [Ms. Roq]
    Damn girl, it is hotter than a motherfucker up in here

    [Traci Nelson]
    You got that right

    [Ms. Roq]
    I need to go to the bar and get me a drink, please!

    [Traci Nelson]

    [Ms. Roq]

    [Eddie Griffin]
    Shit, what the fuck you want?

    [Traci Nelson]

    [Ms. Roq]
    Let me get a Cosmo

    [Eddie Griffin]
    What the fuck you want?

    [Traci Nelson]
    Damn, I'll have an Apple Martini

    [Ms. Roq]
    This motherfucker drunk as a mother

    [Eddie Griffin]
    Thirsty bitches

    [Ms. Roq]
    This a drunken-ass nigga

    [Traci Nelson]
    Oh, ooh, shit girl, those niggaz are lookin'? Over here! Oh, shit, don't look, don't look!

    [Ms. Roq]
    Damn, what's up, what they look like tho?

    [Traci Nelson]
    Shit, shit, damn, they look, they look right

    [Ms. Roq]
    They fuckable? What's up, is they fuckable? Or what?

    [Traci Nelson]
    (Laughing) Shh, chill out, chill out!


    [Traci Nelson]
    Here they come!


    [Traci Nelson]
    Here they come! Chill out! Damn

    Featuring: Eddie Griffin, Traci Nelson
  9. Light SpeedVer letra 2:30


    letra de Light Speed

    [Dr. Dre]
    Hey, yo whassup?
    My name is Dre
    Can I blaze some Chonic witchu?

    Nigga what? FO' SHO'!
    Roll that shit up!

    [Dr. Dre]
    Hell yeah, still "Alwayz Into Somethin'"
    Heart still in Compton
    The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals
    Introduced you to my Doggs, that don't love hoes
    and Firm Fiascoes - assholes
    Fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up
    doin a tango..
    And cash, always in my grasp
    Came up in the game wearin khakis not kangols, stranglin hoes
    When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh
    Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass
    One feed me mangoes, the other lightin my hash
    Rap tabloids write Dre's light in the ass (what?)
    Came home uptight, ready to mash
    like a gas pedal, get on that sixty-four Chevy level
    AK-47 heavy metal
    Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle
    I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils
    cause we rebels over here, I smell Chronic in the air
    that means we takin over this year
    You hear?

    [girl] Chronic, two-thousand, "ONE! {*echoes*}" --> KRS-One
    [Dre] That means we takin over this year, ya hear?

    Light Speed, blazin Chronic through the galaxy
    Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed
    Or we might be sippin on gin or Hennessey
    Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas

    I hang among hustlers, I slang and hoo-bang Bronson
    when bustaz roll through, can't fuck with my bold crew
    We will hold you captive and bust
    cause gangbangin is the active, activity
    where I be livin B, there ain't no Liberty Statue
    Hope you got your gat, don't let them catch you
    slippin, without yours, it's warfare outdoors
    Ambulance, violent uproars
    Trash niggaz takin out like chores I meet whores on tours
    Jeans hot as pepper so I sip, champagne on stormy shores
    We on some hardcore, pornographic
    Totin Austrian firearms that's made out of plastic
    In these drastic surroundings, it be sounding like
    Lebanon, makin fools "RETREAT!" like Megatron and Starscream
    Oh yeah I scream-on-stars
    to get loot and crossover like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
    Get out your car son, that's how I came to bougie niggaz
    Act bad one, it's either that or make front page stardom
    I'm the Golden Child, chased by Sodom
    ?? gots my bulletproof it's hard to shoot me you hear?

    (By the time you see him {*BLAM BLAM*})
    That means it's real fuckin hard to shoot me, you hear?

    Light Speed, blazin Chronic through the galaxy
    Hydro, doja, chocolate thai weed
    Or we might be sippin on gin or Hennessey
    Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas

    Músicos invitados: Sean Cruse (Guitar), Camara Kambon (Keyboards)
  10. Forgot About Dre 3:54
    Featuring: EminemMúsicos invitados: Sean Cruse (Guitar), Camara Kambon (Keyboards)
  11. The Next Episode 2:42
    Featuring: Nate DoggMúsicos invitados: Preston Crump (Bass), Sean Cruse (Guitar), Camara Kambon (Keyboards)
  12. Let's Get High 2:27
    Featuring: Kurupt, Ms. RoqMúsicos invitados: Sean Cruse (Guitar), Camara Kambon (Keyboards), Scott Storch (Keyboards), Mel-Man (Vocals [Additional]), Scruncho (Vocals [Additonal])
  13. Bitch NiggazVer letra 4:14


    letra de Bitch Niggaz

    [Snoop Dogg]
    Check it out Dogg; this game is a motherfuckin trip man
    Word on the streets
    Everybody always tryin to run up on me
    hollerin about word on the street is dis nigga said dis..
    Man I don't give a FUCK about what that nigga said man!
    That's what's wrong with you niggaz, you niggaz is just like bitches
    Hoe-ass niggaz, talk too motherfuckin much (speak)
    Study your own, get your own -- yahmsayin?
    Be independent nigga - BEOTCH!

    [Dre] Yeah
    [Snoop] Bitch niggaz (bitch niggaz)..
    Bitch niggaz (bitch niggaz)..
    Bitch-ass niggaz (beotch)..
    [both] BITCH NIGGAZ (bitch niggaz)..
    [Snoop] Yeah I'm talkin about you (beotch)..
    [Dre] Bitch niggaz
    [Snoop] and you too (beotch)..

    [Snoop Dogg]
    Hmm.. Dogg..
    I meet mo' bitch niggaz than hoes - look here
    And I really don't know, but that's just how it go (damn)
    Dogg - so many niggaz like to keep up shit
    And just like a bitch (beotch) niggaz be talkin shit (nigga)
    Smilin in my face and then they blast me in the back (ka-ka-ka-ka-ka)
    Niggaz stay strapped from way back, cause payback..'ll
    make niggaz wanna pop that shit
    If you ain't ready for the game (uh-uh) nigga stop that shit
    We rock that shit, my nigga Dre, drop that shit (right)
    No mo' talkin, I'm walkin and I'm poppin the clip
    Glock on the hip, set-trippin dippin an' shit
    If you act like a bitch (nigga) nigga you get smacked like a bitch

    [Snoop] Bitch niggaz, bitch niggaz (bitch niggaz)

    [Dr. Dre]
    These niggaz don't know what the fuck is goin on
    Yo Dogg, check it kick back
    Let me holla at these niggaz for a minute..

    Straight off the streets of chaos and no pity
    The aggravated, makin these punk muh'fuckers hate it
    COMPTON is the city I'm from
    Cain't never leave the crib without a murder wea-pon
    Huh, I cain't live my life on broke no mo'
    And most of these fools ain't shit but cutthroats
    They smile in a nigga face - and for what?
    They got the game fucked up, and want my thang fucked up
    I done learned a lot, seen a whole lot
    The top notch nigga, I'm fiendin for that spot
    Now peep game on what Six-Deuce told me

    These niggaz after yo' paper, Dr. D.R.E. (what?)
    And these punk-ass hoes is lookin for dough
    You gotta watch your homeboys, cause a nigga never know
    Oh, they'll be around, but when yo' paper get low
    Just like Master P said, "There Dey Go, There Day Go"
    Bitch niggaz... uh-huh...

    {Dr. Dre cuts and scratches "attention all personnel"}
    {"stop scheamin, and lookin hard" -> Audio Two}
    {"stop scheamin, and..an, and..an-an, and..and lookin hard"}

    [Dr. Dre]
    Bitch nigga, a bitch nigga
    Bitch nigga, HELLA bitch nigga
    Youse a bitch nigga, motherfucker bitch nigga
    A bitch nigga.. a bitch nigga

    I know yo' type, so much bitch in you, if it was slightly darker
    lights was little dimmer my dick be stuck up in yo' windpipe!
    Hmm, you'd rather blow me than fight, I'm from the OLD SCHOOL
    like Romey Rome homey yo, you owe me the right
    to slap you, like the bitch that you are, that wanted to cap you
    every since you was mad doggin me with that bitch in yo' car
    Fool {singing} "Who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff"
    Man, you shit on Hit, get yo' shit bust; plus
    pistol-whipped, cover it up - use yo' bitch's blush
    Mr. Powder Puff yo', bark ain't loud enough, huh
    I know chihuahuas that's mo' rah-rah, HA HA
    I have to laugh Dre, I bet he take bubble baths
    You don't want no trouble with the Aftermath staff, trust me
    Doggy Dogg, Diggy Doctor plus me
    No youse a busta slash hussy, soft as a Hush Puppy
    Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimen's
    a bitch nigga!

    {Dr. Dre cuts and scratches "attention all personnel"}
    {"stop scheamin, and lookin hard" -> Audio Two}
    {"stop..stop..stop scheamin, and lookin hard"}
    {"..op-stop..ah-op-op-stop-sch-sch-scheamin, and lookin hard"}
    {"stop scheamin.. an-an.. an-an.. an-and lookin hard"}
    {"stop scheamin, and lookin hard"}
    {"stop skee-scheamin, and lookin hard"}
    {"stop scheamin, and.. and.. and..
    stop scheamin, and lookin hard"}

    Featuring: 6TwoMúsicos invitados: Mel-Man (Bass), Sean Cruse (Guitar), Camara Kambon (Keyboards), Scott Storch (Keyboards)
  14. The Car BombVer letra 1:01


    letra de The Car Bomb

    And now, the car bomb

    Mel-Man and Charis Henry
    Yo, Re-Re, come on man, let's get the fuck up out of here, man
    (All right baby, all right Speedy, I'm coming, damn)
    Took a motherfuckin' hour to get dressed, I told you I was gonna be here over this motherfucker, I wanna be in and out
    Now, don't fuck around over here
    (And baby, I'm lookin' good, all right, I'm lookin' good)
    I'm sayin', fuck that man, I'm tryin' to get the fuck up out of here, man
    (All right, all right, I'm comin'
    Damn, shit)
    Yo, yo
    Yo, hold it, hold it
    Whassup, this shit? You know the people's right there? You know those motherfuckers right there?
    (No nigga, I don't know, you paranoid)
    What the fuck they lookin' at?
    I'm sayin' you ain't seen the motherfuckers ridin' past lookin' all at me and shit
    (Nigga, you trippin', now you trippin'
    Aw, nigga you trippin', let's go, scary-ass nigga you high or somethin', let's keep it moving)
    Man, fuck that man, get in the car, man
    (Aw, goddamn)
    Told you don't fuck around over here and shit
    Damn, what the fuck's up with this shit?
    (You didn't put no gas in this raggedy motherfucker, goddamn)
    I just got a tune-up the other day, man
    My shit and all that
    (Haha, ain't this a bitch, pined-out Pete?
    Let's keep, oh my goodness)
    Man, shut the fuck up, let me start my motherfuckin' shit
    (Fuck you, nigga, take me)

    Featuring: Charis Henry, Mel-Man
  15. Murder InkVer letra 2:28


    letra de Murder Ink

    When darkness be closin in
    I'm motivated, with the howlin wind
    with a list of chosen men, frozen in sin
    Knowin that your end is beginnin
    Swift silent and deadly
    There's no defendin my plots, I know your every movement
    For six months I watch, coulda gotchu at your baby's mother's house
    Even at your down-low weed spot
    But the backdrop, wasn't flattering enough
    I didn't want people gathering and stuff {*cameras click*}
    Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff
    Here - puff this here, while I figure which way, to split yo' wig
    Right now you as nervous, as a Farmer John pig
    As I dig into my tragic bag, take out the HK
    Twist on the silencer, insert the thirty-shot mag {*WHOOSH*}
    Bullet stuck to his brain like a mack
    Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet

    This is anybody MURDERAHHH
    to fuckin everybody MURDERAHHH
    Nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH
    uh, uh, for real
    You'll fuck around and get killed
    This is anybody MURDERAHHH
    Motherfuckin everybody MURDERAHHH
    Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH
    uh, uh, for real
    You'll fuck around and get killed

    [Ms. Roq]
    Peeped all the stash drop and exchange of the dough
    Lurkin through the turf, think how I'ma just work
    Give em chase to the crib and yo he properly laced
    Stepped out the car, put my steel, to the side of his face
    Murder - this the fuckin Case, rob this nigga and shake
    the fuckin spot cause in a few it's gon' be crawlin with cops!
    Who's the bad bitch now, you crept on, paid the piper
    Who'da thought a sexy bitch could be a murderous sniper
    Detrimental to your health, shoulda learned yo' lesson
    But it's too late nigga bye-bye, better count yo' blessings
    I been watchin you watchin me, yeah you ballin
    Was, nigga now you finger fucked and steady fallin
    A thug wit no love, but bitch niggaz die fast
    Thug niggaz die young - oh what you thought you would last?
    Blast two shots to the dome, slide back to the pad
    and jack my nigga off, til his dick get soft
    Resume the wifey boo shit, cause yo my man don't know
    that his bitch is straight ill, servin ass with fo'fo' {*KABOOM*}

    I'm a motherfuckin MURDERAHHH
    Bitch disses anybody MURDERAHHH
    Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH
    uh, uh, for real
    You'll fuck around and get killed
    I'm a motherfuckin MURDERAHHH
    Uhh bitch disses anybody MURDERAHHH
    Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH
    uh, uh, for real
    You'll fuck around and get killed! {*echoes*}

    Músicos invitados: Camara Kambon (Keyboards), Scott Storch (Keyboards)
  16. Ed-UcationVer letra 1:32


    letra de Ed-Ucation

    [Eddie Griffin]
    Aww they say uhh..
    .. a black man is a pimp
    Well let me tell you the biggest pimp
    on planet motherfuckin Earth, is her momma
    It's her MOMMA that told her,
    "Get a man that got a good job gurl!
    Make sure he got a good car gurl!
    Make sure he can take you out and buy you somethin gurl!"
    What happened to just fallin in love with a nigga with a bus pass--
    -- just cause you love the nigga?
    But +I'm+ the pimp motherfucker!
    I gotta be the player!

    Biggest hoes, on planet Earth..
    .. are walkin through the motherfuckin neighborhood
    You KNEW when you got with the nigga he already had a woman
    You knew he already had a family
    but you fucked him anyway!!!
    And then when you thought you gon' lose the nigga
    you went and got pregant - didn't you bitch, DIDN'T YOU!!
    And then when the nigga ain't around, what do you tell thechild?
    "Aww that nigga ain't shit, that's why yo' daddy ain't here;
    cause that nigga ain't shit."
    How bout bein a woman, and tellin the kid the truth
    that yo' momma, you was a hoe!
    Momma was a hoe, I was weekend pussy
    I had you to keep the nigga, it didn't work out
    that's why he ain't here - but he a good nigga
    cause he take care of his REAL family
    I was just a dumb bitch, tryin to keep, a nigga that I wanted

    Featuring: Eddie Griffin
  17. Some L.A. Niggaz 4:25
    Featuring: Defari, King Tee, Knoc-turn'al, Kokane, MC Ren, Time Bomb (2)Músicos invitados: Sean Cruse (Guitar), Camara Kambon (Keyboards)
  18. Pause 4 Porno 1:33
    Featuring: Jake Steed
  19. HousewifeVer letra 4:03


    letra de Housewife

    Chorus: Kurupt

    Now this this is one of them occasions
    where the homies not doin it right
    I mean he found him a hoe that he like
    But you can't make a hoe a housewife
    And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end
    a bitch is a bitch, but a Dogg is a man's best friend
    So what you found you a hoe that you like
    But you can't make a hoe a housewife (wife)

    [Dr. Dre]
    I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip
    Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip
    (Where the fuck is my money?) I cannot G guilty
    You pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that be filthy
    She on the dillzy, I take advantage
    All up in them panties, I got this bitch speakin Spanish
    I'm mannish - get yo' nails out my back
    Slut I'm bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' cat
    Learn the player rules, this is how I play a dude
    Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin shoes
    Dollar signs are folded, I can't control it
    Tryin to leave her, beeper just exploded
    She sweatin me, won't let me, broad turned fraud
    Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin tricks huh
    Man it's a trip I don't trip I'm in yo' Lexus flexin
    I left her up in Dallas, Texas - assed-out


    Naw hoe is short for honey, almost had her Wailin like Bunny
    Tellin tales of bein pregnant, catchin Norstrom sales withabortion money
    I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when I shot at her
    Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe's erotica
    Exotic - she's psychotic, rockin his Nautica
    Soon he'll need antibiotics (sucka bitch)
    Name a sexual disease, she got it like Sam Goody
    You be like, "Damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?"
    Fool I pity ya
    We live in the city off, ballers
    with more bouncin than a Zapp, she will doo-wah-diddy-ya
    Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her
    to the Hotel, Niko, on some Sauve shit like, Rico
    That's when I caught a Vision like Coleco
    A high-post hoe, a perfect way for me to keep dough
    Huh, have her sellin ass on Bronson Ave. and Pico

    At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the Holiday Inn (say what nigga?)
    I said if that bitch keep fuckin up (beotch) then we'll fuck herfriends
    I said I dip, dive, what can I say?
    Niggaz need to stop fuckin with O.J.
    Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang crip
    And bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
    I had to dream of hoes, I had to scream at hoes
    I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes
    Lil' Almond Joy, I truly enjoy
    if you blew my balls, right through my drawers
    Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot
    From the way she was blowin, I know she does it a lot
    I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters
    The hoe started callin when I started boss ballin
    Gimme some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh)
    Gimme some cash, pass it to Daz
    Pass it to Snoop, or pass it to Nate
    Hoes eat dick like eggs and steak
    That ain't shit new, I thought you knew (what?)
    I knew you would, you wish you could
    break a G down, break me down
    But I'ma see you on the rebound (what what?) D.P. style


    {*door slams*}

    Lil' 1/2 Dead

    [1/2 Dead??]
    Lil' 1/2 Dead the money jumped out to say
    ol' Snoop Dogg on the look out boy?


    [some hoe]
    He gotta be MORE than 1/2 Dead
    if he don't fill my motherfuckin drink up!

    [1/2 Dead??]
    Or fill your motherfuckin mouth up


    [some hoe]
    I don't think so!!

    Músicos invitados: Sean Cruse (Guitar), Camara Kambon (Keyboards)
  20. AckriteVer letra 3:40


    letra de Ackrite

    It's fuckin ackrite
    Question is - can I get some? Knahmsayin?
    Ackrite bitch
    When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, youknahmsayin?
    When I yank you by the fuckin perm
    don't be lookin at a nigga crazy
    Just get with the digits and be the fuck out, youknahmsayin?
    Let me break it down for y'all

    It was just one of those days
    when I wanted to catch sunrays
    Fun to get blunted on a Sunday, afternoon
    Nigga ? got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
    and the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
    Zoom-zoom like the Commodores
    Wonder will we have drama or, end up clownin whores
    Around the full good-to-go girls
    like them Barbary Coast girls, riding shotgun, baby
    I be postin all-world in The Ra
    Sippin 151 that gave me too much pride to back down
    Soon as we get to The Beach I'ma put my fuckin mack down
    I'm playin lead, not the background
    It's time to put Bronson on the map now
    Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
    Cuties peep my style, if I don't get some ackrite
    I'ma have to ack-wild

    Chorus: sung by Hittman

    Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
    Strap by my waistline, cause niggaz don't fight
    Sucker free for life, so you better think twice
    (Aight? And a give a nig' some ackrite)
    I'm the type of nigga playa haters don't like
    Snatchin up your honey for some late night hype
    And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite
    (Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right)

    Uhhhhh.. drink kickin in, I'm stimulated
    For those that don't know big words, I'M FUCKIN FADED
    Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded spot
    Our first spot was cool til some gangsters made it hot
    Now we plot and pose
    plus we watchin hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
    gettin swarmed by those type of niggaz
    with no game but brown-nose
    So I impose only like pros can
    "Yo, is this your man?" "No."
    Grab the bitch's hand, "I'm Hittman."
    Bling! Gold chain gleam
    "You're very eligible for my summer league team."
    Maybe too extreme cause the sister got steamed
    Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethern
    I got mad spit flame on the name
    Stefan, tattooed on her arm
    Hoe you ain't the bomb, must be a dyke
    witcho' lips swoll, and give a nig' some ackrite

    Chorus (minus the word "Aight" both times)

    Frontin on the ack-rite, causin me to act up
    Good Samaritan save that hoe from gettin slapped up
    My homies crack up at the scene I made
    Yo my actions ain't serene when a nigga's on fade
    If it wasn't for the one-time brigade
    I woulda sprayed at the hooker tramp
    As cops parade I'm afraid it's time to break camp
    Make tracks, where else can we go to take hoes
    from fake macks {*CAR HORN*} aiyyo, chase them girls
    in that black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
    neckbone, lookin back at us
    Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy's plush
    They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush
    Try to swing an ep tonight so I don't have to keep in touch
    Keep it on hush without the tip-in
    Mackin interrupted by some niggaz set-trippin
    Clip in the strap, I showed these niggaz how to act


    Músicos invitados: Camara Kambon (Keyboards)
  21. Bang BangVer letra 3:42


    letra de Bang Bang

    Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
    No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
    Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
    No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is

    [Dr. Dre]
    Everyday it's the same thang, L.A. ain't changed
    Niggaz still playa hatin, but Dre ain't changed
    I'm just a lot smarter now
    cause these niggaz is bangin ten times harder now
    Niggaz ringin they ass up in the wrong part of town
    Better turn they car around
    Rollin the window down (Em: Hey can we talk it out?)
    Johnny got a shotgun
    and he ain't even strong enough to cock one
    Fuck tryin to job hunt
    Niggaz got AK's, niggaz is way crazier
    than Dre was back in his N.W.A. days
    Niggaz spray strays and shoot without lookin
    Niggaz walk by and blast without leavin a footprint
    I think the attitudes are twice as worst
    It takes half the time to get your life reversed
    Always tryin to play Rambo with they ammo
    Make a nigga wanna stay in family mode

    Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
    No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
    Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
    No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is

    Late nights is full of led that whistles as it goes by
    Murder arrives, anytime
    Bullets take flight when the fo'-five ignites
    Some hearts skip a beat, some get blew out, and every light
    put you in the site of youngsters with automatics
    Bustin on shit to lay everything down even tourists andnon-affiliates
    These days, gun play is official with green lights on everyblock
    Know the sign tells you too it's not best to stop
    On every corner, Cali niggaz are dumpin
    You'll be shakin your soul loose from the box at the coroner's
    Makin death not so foreign to ya
    Niggaz got Rugers and M-14's with enough,
    ammo to leave an armored truck swiss cheese
    I've learned to stay away from house parties
    I've seen too many go and end up absent without leavin
    Ain't no, warm welcomings, my eyes have witnessed the bend inon
    Nights that don't sleep, and fireworks until dawn

    Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
    No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
    Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
    No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is

    Now tell me - what the fuck is this man?
    Niggaz doin brothers in worse than the Klan
    Can't even stand, in front of your buildin and chill
    without yieldin, twelve-year-old children that kill
    blood spillin, thugs be illin, unnecessary slugs
    fillin the sky, usually drillin the one
    that wasn't willin to die, yes sir in the Killing Field
    I got my, life preserver
    And I'll do my time for murder, these niggaz got the nerve to
    question me - bout the colors that I got on?
    Now see that red dot on your knot
    Bout to get your whole crew shot on
    A Soldier of Fortune, I'm the wrong nigga to plot on
    Took him out on the spot before he even got on
    my hitlist -- peep this
    I cock back, you bow down
    Bust round, bloody the ground, retaliation sounds like this

    Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
    No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
    Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
    No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
    Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
    No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
    Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
    No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is

    Featuring: Knoc-turn'alMúsicos invitados: Sean Cruse (Guitar), Camara Kambon (Keyboards), Carl Breeding (Keyboards)
  22. The MessageVer letra 5:11


    letra de The Message

    [Dr. Dre]
    This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P.
    .. {*Mary J. Blige sings in the background*} ..
    A message to God
    .. {*Mary J. Blige sings in the background*} ..

    [Dr. Dre]
    Since you finishin em early, what posessed you to start him?
    We made a vow - later we'll regret til death do us part
    Lord, I thought we was made for each other
    You shouldn't connect those, made to be taken away from eachother
    Now what I'm supposed to do? I'm only half the man that I was
    I'll never last, cause my better half is up there with you
    You knew what you was doin when you made us; so with all duerespect
    you coulda forgave him, you didn't have to take him
    He can take the game with him, cause he defines the word
    The one who puts the G in it, who you think put me in it?
    I'm feelin like my whole world is blinded - wonderin why
    Cryin, pourin out my heart, pourin out liquor behind it
    We fought like brothers, somethin we never should do
    We coulda used time spent arguin tellin the truth
    He had talent too - I had plans on watchin him grow
    Don't know what hurts more - seein him leave, or watchin him go

    [Mary J. Blige]
    Listen listen listen.. (listen) whoahh (listen)
    Listen listen listen.. (better listen) whoahh-oahhh-oahhh
    Listen listen listen.. {*harmonizing*}
    Listen.. mmm-mmm-mmm

    [Rell] + {Mary}
    If you wanna know why.. {why I live my life}
    The way that I do.. {cause I got to get this money}
    So don't worry about me.. {cause I know my way around}
    I'm just hustlin everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper

    [Dr. Dre]
    Youse a soldier, you're probably packin heat up there
    Met up with homies from the street, and got deep up there
    If you only knew the way I felt before they ruined the crew
    I thought I learned from Eazy, now I'm goin through it with you
    We lost a thug, a son, and a father
    I spoke to your son, the other day, and told him Uncle Dre gothim
    The Lord must be accidentally pulling your file
    cause I'm still paging you, 911, straight in denial
    Prayin you get it, but no man can choose the card he was dealt
    You either quit, or you gon' play it like you get it
    I done been through all emotions, from in shock, to keepin apoker face
    to straight breakin down and showin all emotions
    I'm anxious to believe in real G's don't cry
    If that's the truth, then I'm realizin I ain't no gangsta
    It's just not me, but you know I'ma always ride wit you
    I miss you, sometimes I wish I just died wit you

    [Mary J. Blige]
    Listen listen listen.. (listen) whoahh (listen)
    Listen listen listen.. whoahh-oahhh-oahhh
    Listen listen listen.. {*harmonizing*}
    Listen.. eyy-eyy-eyy-yeah-yeahh

    [Rell] + {Mary}
    If you wanna know why.. {why I live my life}
    The way that I do.. {cause I got to get this money}
    So don't worry about me.. {don't worry, don't worry worry}
    I'm just hustlin everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper

    [Mary J. Blige]
    yeah, yeah, ahhh-oooh-oahahahhhhh.. listen..
    if you don't know why I.. you gotta listen up right now
    lis-ten, lis-ten, lis-ten, lis-ten..
    oooooooooh... oahahoooohhh ooooha ohhhhh
    lis-ten, lis-ten
    ahhhowooooo yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
    yeah-ehh-yeah, yeah-ooeooooh
    yahhooooohahhooooh listen
    lis-ten, children lis-ten
    I'm tryin to tell you somethin good
    Don't get caught up in the hood
    Yeahhh-hah, yeahhh-hah, aooooooh
    if you don't know why..
    you gotta find out the reason why..
    brother.. brother..

    Featuring: Mary J. Blige, Rell

3 Comentarios de los usuarios

  1. : bacan hermano nacio el mismo dia que yo
  2. adriancapy: me gusta la musica de dr.dre es el mejor rapero de america
  3. Lolazo: wena se agradece

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