2001 de Dr. Dre

Listado de Canciones

1. Lolo (Intro)0:40

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   [Xzibit] Goddamn. Hey, whatsup, nigga? [Tray-Dee] Oh shit! [Xzibit] Whassup? [Dr. Dre] Hey, that muthafucker clean [Tray-Dee] Hey, who that? [Xzibit] Hey, that Dre, nigga, that the... Look at that shit! [Tray-Dee] Hangin' that muthafucker, goddamn! Look at that! [Xzibit] That nigga chromed out up under that muthafucker! [Tray-Dee] Hangin' on the bumper X! [Xzibit] Hey, hang that shit! What up, Dr. Dre?
2. The Watcher3:28

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   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) Chorus {*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) Chorus (the watcher - 4X)
3. Fuck You3:25

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   [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 Chorus: 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! Chorus
4. Still D.R.E.4:28
5. Big Ego's4:01
6. Xxplosive3:35

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   [Six-Two] 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.. [Kurupt] 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 Hmmm-hmmmhmmmm... 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 [Hitman] 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 {Exxplosive..}
7. What's The Difference4:04
8. Bar One0:51

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   [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] Yes! [Ms. Roq] Hello! [Eddie Griffin] Shit, what the fuck you want? [Traci Nelson] Hmmm [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! (What?) [Traci Nelson] Here they come! (What?) [Traci Nelson] Here they come! Chill out! Damn
9. Light Speed2:30

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   [Dr. Dre] Hey, yo whassup? My name is Dre Can I blaze some Chonic witchu? [girl] 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? [girl] 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 [Hittman] 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? [girl] 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
10. Forgot About Dre3:54
11. The Next Episode2:42
12. Let's Get High2:27
13. Bitch Niggaz4:14

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    [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 [Six-Two] 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 [Hitman] 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"}
14. The Car Bomb1:01

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    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 (Whatever Uh-uh) 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)
15. Murder Ink2:28

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    [Hitman] 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*}
16. Ed-Ucation1:32

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    [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!! THE OL' KEEP A NIGGA BABY 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! TELL THE KID! 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
17. Some L.A. Niggaz4:25
18. Pause 4 Porno1:33
19. Housewife4:03

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    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 Chorus [Hittman] 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 [Kurupt] 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 Chorus {*door slams*} [D.O.C.] 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? [D.O.C.] Yeahhh [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 [D.O.C.] Ahhhhhh-HAHAhahahahAHAHH [some hoe] I don't think so!!
20. Ackrite3:40

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    [Hittman] 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) [Hittman] 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) [Hittman] 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 Chorus
21. Bang Bang3:42

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    Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! [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?) (Hitt: NAH GET THE FUCK 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 BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! [Knoc-turn'al] 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 BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! [Hittman] 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 BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!!
22. The Message5:11

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    [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.. mmmmmmmmmhmhmhmmmmmm.. 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..