Lyrics:
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
We're in the age of supermen
The world was ruled by the Fab Four
For seven glorious years or more
Never again see their like for sure
So many classics
album out in HipHop and I'm still Heatin' up tHe crockpot
Platinum plaques tHat I ain't Hung yet
You got opinions no acHievements
Type of niggas make
wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my
wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my
[Dr. Dre]
Check this out, we've come to the last and final record
This is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it off a little some this like
hands tied but I'm a still keep it real (Real)
Luh Charles cooking up the beat dropping spells on y'all (My cuz)
Toasting bottles in the temple (Temple)
happened, I still had to wait
I didn't get paid til eighty-eight
I made nine albums in nine years
I'm a true blue West coast pioneer
Dr. Dre, Ice-T,
(Verse 1)
I was born in the struggle,
That’s what made me a beast,
Fuck off of the chain,
This fucking dog is off of his leash I’m off at the brain
the air, bitches take their tops off
put the chronic in the air, then the shit popped off
shit popped off
[Verse One- Dr. Dre]
Late california night, out
of the "Oh, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in
And tell Dr. Lumbar, how good you really feelin ow
Paranoid! Sittin' in a deep sweat
Thinkin', I gotta fuck somebody before the weekend
The sight
with the sharks in my life got me seasick
I've been riding solo you can't tell me who to be with
Every album I've been on has charted, that's elite shit
This shit, Doctor's Advocate, See you on the third
Album, hate it or love it
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
got a sleigh
And it’s push to start to go (Yeah)
Gotta saddle up the pony
Fuck a Rudolph and his nose (Aye)
And the album on the way
Guess I’m in that
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
It is now 6:30 in the a.m
This is Baba Oje speaking directly to you
Right down to earth in a language
One can easily understand
We got a list
try and tell them, we're all in this together
My album was raw, because no one would ever
Think like I think, or do what I do
I stole the show, then
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
going down behind my dogs, but I ain't Vick
Tell me one album I put out that ain't sick?
No, I'm not the Doctor but I produce the same shit
The whole
Reverend Bill Funderburk sings "He Cared That Much For Me"
Charles Surratt introduces his own composition "On Calvary For Me"
"The Joy of Knowing
got your bike I can't let you pop Willy
Y'all saw me at Kanye's third album with my cap no cap
My cousin Zu chilling in the stands with the Pack
And he
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