Dr.Dre - Blunt time
Tekst :
DEAD!
INTRO
(Blunt time-pull out your philly)Ha ha,mighty Aftermath
(Sip a glass of gnac,reload your nine milli)
Whose soul ever contest,DEAD!
In me era Dre.You hear me now?DEAD!
(Blunt time-pull out your philly)
(Sip a glass of gnac,reload your nine milli)
Thought they were moving in and now they wanna cut us wrong
Room for moving in,but that was on-ly mine
They will shake the hand,never really seen and only heard
They will shake the hand,he is only to heard l-oo-oo-ng
Knick-knack,paddy wack give a dog a bone
Long Beach City I wreck is my zone
I be the solo rollo which means I rule alone
You droop first blood,mother thought you was the lone
Fool now break for ya two
It s called the ol Rambo,catch ambush
I wish you wouldn t moosh like ya wanna come push
I ll dump ya and leave ya stankin in the forest you Gump
Long Beach City-firmly represented
Narrator X is representor
Lyrical the kick make me ya mentor
Freeze MCs,don t ent-or
I ll take like Anne Arden s new chips in wint-or
Or since I m Sun I ll melt the metaphor
The meatphors are meltin,style is beltin
I heard a dog yelpin but no helpin
CHORUS
Blunt time-pull out your philly
Sip a glass of gnac,reload your nine milli
Dancin,puffin,sippin or set trippin
Dimes keep on flippin flippin
REPEAT
Dre s bad beats they Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat
X flex lyric they can t come back
Fact:El-elevant,elegant and eloquent no shit
I boots hits,throw tantrums like Ella Fitz
Nah,the member X but you ll remember X indeedy
Now remember don t contest the (?Frex?)
Got you in spot like Lindscrafter but you try to diss
I burn you like Backdrafter
After that you ll get nothing from me but laughter
Similar to this,HA what s the repertoire-kick deadly wit lyrics
Shot your punk ass like ELEC now it s
CHORUS
Mighty Aftermath!
Once again.can t hold us back
Refuse,refuse(DEAD!)you lose(DEAD!).DEAD!(Indeed)
Attempts wiil be futile,it s way to brutal
Hear me now Narrator-to-the-X,tellin anyone who contest
The mighty Aftermath Posse(Who?Who?)DEAD!
(Murder!)Exclamation point!
(Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii)
(Blunt time)Ha
(Blunt tiiiime)Mighty Aftermath to the 9-7
(Sip a glass of gnac my friend,dont cah friend)
(Roowl,IIIIIIII don t wanna fight no more,no no,oooh)
(Blunt time,blunt time,blunt blunt,yep!)Dr.Dre - Next episode
Tekst :
La-da-da-da-dahh
It s the motherfuckin D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!)
La-da-da-da-dahh
You know I m mobbin with the D.R.E.
(YEAH YEAH YEAH
You know who s back up in this MOTHERFUCKER!)
What what what what?
(So blaze the weed up then!)
Blaze it up, blaze it up!
(Just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, sup Snoop??)
Top Dogg, bite me all, nigga burn the shit up
D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up
C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin back up
And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up
Thug niggaz drug dealers yeah they givin it up
Lowlife, yo life, boy we livin it up
Takin chances while we dancin in the party fo sho
Slip my hoe a forty-fo and she got in the back do
Bitches lookin at me strange but you know I don t care
Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin my hiar
Bitch quit talkin, quick walk if you down with the set
Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet
Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap
And if yo ass get cracked, bitch shut yo trap
Come back, get back, that s the part of success
If you believe in the S you ll be relievin your stress
[Snoop] 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]
Straight off the fuckin streets of C-P-T
King of the beats you ride to em in your Fleet (Fleetwood)
or Coupe DeVille rollin on dubs
How you feelin whoopty=whoop nigga whut?
Dre and Snoop chronic ed out in the llac
with Doc in the back, sippin on gnac (yeah)
Clip in the strap, dippin through hoods (what hoods?)
Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood!
South Central out to the Westside (wessyde)
It s California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang of pub
I m on one, I might bail up in the Century Club
with my jeans on, and my team strong
Get my drink on, and my smoke on
Then go home with, somethin to poke on (whassup bitch?)
Loc it s on for the two-triple-oh
Comin real, it s the next episode...
[Nate Dogg]
Hold up, heyyyyyyyy
for my niggaz who be thinkin we soft
We don t, playyyyyyy
We gon rock it til the wheels fall off
Hold up, heyyyyyyyy
for my niggaz who be actin too bold
Take a, seeaaaaaat
Hope you ready for the next episode
HeyyyeyyyeEYEYyyyEYYYY....
.... smoke weed everday! Dr.Dre - The watcher
Tekst :
[Dr. Dre]
Things just ain t the same for gangstas.
Times is changing, young niggas is aging,
Becoming old gees in the game and changing,
To make way for these new names and faces, but
The strangest things can happen from rappin, when
Niggas get wrapped up in image and actin,
Niggas get capped up and wrapped in plastic,
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 em blow.
Watched em up high, suddenly watched em grow.
Watched the lawsuits when they lost the dough.
Best friends and money: I lost them both.
Went, visited niggas in the hospital.
It s all the same shit all across the globe.
I just sit back and watch the show. (The watcher)
Chorus:
Everywhere that I go
Ain t the same as befo (The watcher)
People I used to know
I got people I know (The watcher)
Who got people they know
So I suggest you lay low (I watch)
[Dr. Dre]
I moved out of th ehood for good, you blame me?
Niggas ain t made me if niggas they can t be.
But niggas can t hit niggas they can t see.
I m out of sight, now I m out of they dang reach.
How would you feel if niggas wanted you killed?
You d probably move to a new house on a new hill.
And choose a new spot if niggas 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 your life,
And I ain t leaving, I like breathing.
Nigga we can go round for round,
Clip for clip, shit, fo -pound for pound.
Nigga if you really want to 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
[Dr. Dre]
Things just ain t the same for gangstas,
Cops is anxious to put niggas in handcuffs.
They wanna hang us, see us dead, enslave us,
Keep us trapped in the same place we re 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 gangstas,
Hustlers and youngsters livin amongst us.
Lookin at us, now callin us busters,
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)