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Dr. Dre
Andre Romelle Young (born February 18, 1965), known by his stage name Dr. Dre, is an American rapper, record producer, entrepreneur, and actor. He is the founder and current CEO of Aftermath Entertainment and Beats Electronics. Dre was previously the co-owner and artist of Death Row Records. He has produced albums for and overseen the careers of many rappers, including Snoop Dogg, Eminem, 50 Cent and Game. He is credited as a key figure in the popularization of West Coast G-funk, a style of rap music characterized as synthesizer-based with slow, heavy beats. In 2011, Dr. Dre was ranked as the third richest figure in the American hip hop scene by Forbes with a net worth of $250 million. more »
- Year:
- 2002
- 3:59
- 2,442Views
- Playlists:
- #5
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One, two, three and to the fo'Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do'Ready to make an entrance, so back on up('Cause you know about to rip sh*t up)Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubbleCompton and Long Beach together, now you know you in troubleAin't nothin' but a "G" thang, baby!Two loc'ed out nigg*s so we're crazy!Death Row is the label that pays me!Unfadeable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah)But uh, back to the lecture at handPerfection is perfected, so I'ma let 'em understandFrom a young G's perspectiveAnd before me dig out a bitch I have ta' find a contraceptiveYou never know she could be earnin' her manAnd learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her manNow you know I ain't with that sh*t, LieutenantAin't no puss* good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it(Yeah) And that's realer than Real-Deal HolyfieldAnd now you hooka's and ho's know how I feelWell if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunkI'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuffIt's like this and like that and like this and uhIt's like that and like this and like that and uhIt's like this and like that and like this and uhDre, creep to the mic like a phantomWell I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creep-inBut I damn near got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beepin'Now it's time for me to make my impression feltSo sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbeltYou never been on a ride like this beforeWith a producer who can rap and control the maestroAt the same time with the dope rhyme that I kickYou know, and I know, I flow some ol' funky sh*tTo add to my collection, the selectionSymbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't chokeIf you do, you'll have no clueOn what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to doIt's like this and like that and like this and uhIt's like that and like this and like that and uhIt's like thisAnd who gives a f*ck about hoes?So just chill, til the next episodeFallin' back on that ass, with a hellified gangsta leanGettin' funky on the mic like a ol' batcha' collard greensIt's the capital S, oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O PD O double-G Y, D O double-G, ya seeShowin' much flex when it's time to wreck a micPimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was DolomiteYeah, and it don't quitI think they in the mood for some motherf*ckin' G sh*t(Hell yeah) So Dre, (What up Dog?)Gotta give 'em what they want (What's that, G?)We gotta break 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah)And it's gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!)It's where it takes place, so when asked, yo' attentionMobbin' like a motherf*cker, but I ain't lynchin'Droppin' the funky sh*t that's makin' the sucker nigg*s mumbleWhen I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumbleTry to get close, and your ass'll get smackedMy motherf*ckin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my backNever let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin'And I'ma continue to put the rap down, put the mack downAnd if yo bitches talk sh*t, I'll have to put the smack downYeah, and you don't stopI told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tockBut I'm never off, always on, to the break of dawnC-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long BeachPuttin' the sh*t togetherLike my nigg* D.O.C., "No One Can Do It Better"Like this, that and this and uhIt's like that and like this and like that and uhIt's like thisAnd who gives a f*ck about hoes?So just chill, 'til the next episode
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