Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ETA, artist - Dr. Dre. Date of issue: 03.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
ETA |
| I think my shit kickin' in |
| Must be barbeque or somethin' |
| What’s the ETA of the month? |
| (Hahahaha) |
| On life, nigga, on life |
| Alright, c’mon, let’s get serious |
| Yeah, been around, versatile, South of France, Rosecrans |
| Pin 'em up, knock 'em down, baby, I don’t hold hands (Woah) |
| Big booty, little dog, joggin' by Kenneth Hahn |
| Tryna get her fitness on, bitch, just hop in the car |
| Uh, I been around, marathon, Compton to Avalon |
| Me and Anderson, this is like Royal Tenenbaums |
| No one goes to cinemas, so we on demand |
| They want a hologram, it’s TikTok and dances |
| Big shot, been the bomb, make me reminisce upon |
| I remember me and Dogg, swap meet, Dickies on |
| When was that? |
| In '93? |
| You probably wasn’t even born |
| Dre, I think you need to the trade Range for the 6−4 |
| Shit, I’ve been going back and forth, Chevy or Aventador |
| Took a walk in the park, nigga, that’s your backyard |
| Say, Dre, where you get them shrooms with the chocolate? |
| Shit, the same place that I saw them gods out in Panama |
| Weave through the weeds, smoke trees where my seeds grow |
| Let 'em try to press, get shot like a free throw |
| Aw, niggas want beef 'til they get they fucking teeth broke |
| I just want peace, they don’t want me to be peaceful |
| You know I’m a king, look at how my Cuban link glow |
| Gold medallion flow, only second to the Nile |
| Girls gone wild like them broads up in college |
| Looking at my child do the same thing that I did |
| Nigga, where was you in the '80s? |
| Reaganomics, we sold crack to mothers and they babies |
| Fiends was running 'round with stolen shit to sell me crazy |
| But I took some shorts and a couple nicks of crack and gave 'em maybe |
| Gave this bitch a sample, that’s my test tube baby |
| Tell them fiends we back in town, ice cream pastries |
| Five-star general bitch, I’m outrankin' 'em |
| Fiends gave me so much bread, I had to start thankin' 'em |
| Side hustlers stole some of my dope, I started spankin' 'em |
| Talked to coke connects in Jamaican accent, Shabba Rankin 'em |
| If you stole my shit with the nigga that helped you, walk the plank with him |
| Hmm, bruk him though like a bumbaclot acronym |
| Shh, look, don’t tell your peeps but all of my niggas are after him |
| Hmm, you’re just a bitch, tell me, why you actin' so masculine? |
| Hmm, who the fuck is he? |
| Tell me, why the fuck is you asking him? |
| (Why?) |
| And as I’m smoking this branch, watch me pass the limb |
| I’m only here to collect my blessings, where the pastor been? |
| Weave through the weeds, smoke trees where my seeds grow |
| Let 'em try to press, get shot like a free throw |
| Aw, niggas want beef 'til they get they fucking teeth broke |
| I just want peace, they don’t want me to be peaceful |
| You know I’m a king, look at how my Cuban link glow |
| Gold medallion flow, only second to the Nile |
| Girls gone wild like them broads up in college |
| Looking at my child do the same thing that I did |