Lyrics:
it's the D.R.E.
Since the last time you heard from me, I lost some friends
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dippin' again (ah)
Kept my ear
(rap boy No.1)
(Yeah yeah)When I put out a new song, someone start to sit still again
But none actually listens to my new songs
My situation is so
motherhood
And we fall out of touch
In your absence I write songs again every day
Haunted by ghosts of the dope ass albums you would've made
Until two years
it over again
Just to fair it up
It's time to take the pill
Vitamin
Cinnamon sniffing down the powder
Bare minimum
Group fourteen chasing
Like I'm made
some time to give credit where credit due
I know there would never be no me if it wasn't for you
If I had a dollar for every time I was complimented
I'd
Four platinum albums, do the math, baby
When you gettin' money, life is fast, baby
Count it up until I can't feel my fingers
Count it up again like I
it's the D.R.E.
Since the last time you heard from me, I lost some friends
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dippin' again (ah)
Kept my ear
doin' 25 to life is a roadblock
Welcome to my last album, Nip, time to close shot
Twenty million dollars actin' broke, nigga (broke, nigga)
All you
can't take it back?
Sand in the hourglass (the hourglass)
Keep my name alive once the time pass by me
Sand in the hourglass (the hourglass)
Never take for
have at stake
Look at my daughter's face
"Mommy, something is wrong with dad I think
He's acting weird again, he's really beginning to scare me
Won't
and young again, what's left for me to do? (straight up)
Center of the universe, collecting me in time (come on)
I'm falling down upon the earth,
to stay boy!
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and murk to get murked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
another proper crack
and it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
and let that real shit provoke, so you's a wanna be 'loc
and you'll get smoked
left home
On the streets of New York, now I'm free
But with freedom comes big responsibility
I used to walk around driven by the force
I remember how
draw y'all like playing cards
You don't want to be in that top pick
Y'all die when I say so
Read the album name we demonic
I write my life in that death
But I won't, cause I'm celibate
Dropped the fucking album of the year for the hell of it
Oh my god, por que?, is he back again
He dropped the punk
with the dope ass intro
I'm comin' and comin' with the style, see
It's 'bout time now ain't all business
I believe 'em without the nine
Downin' the 40
come back to me, huh, signed Sincerely Shay
Every text that I write takes years to click send
Every text that you send makes my heart go by 10
Every time
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
and young again, what's left for me to do? (straight up)
Center of the universe, collecting me in time (come on)
I'm falling down upon the earth,
abusin me
But as the time went by I got another slimmy
And she was just like the first one screamin gimme
But not in the exact same way
She had a different
of sinners baby I'm a Cole album
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds
up? It's me again
Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP again
Many people had the nerve to think that
We would end the trend with
Criminal Minded, an album which is
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