| You in the office of the good doc again, let’s walk again
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| It’s like clock again, the hood rock again
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| You should pop it in, ain't take it out
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| That shit play on, you can’t make it out
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| The world ain’t set for what I’m about to do
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| Ninety-six tracks mixed down to two
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| I stepped out the booth, called up Snoop
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| Like toucan, Dre got colorful loops
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| We can shoot, we can scrap
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| We can rap, we can act
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| We can mack these bitches, whatever you want
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| Ol' bitch ass niggas think it’s better to front
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| How it be on the West, forever the hunt
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| But I won’t wear no bull’s eye (Bull's eye eye)
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| Bull’s eye is how these fools die (Die die)
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| Waitin' on school by (By by)
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| Have you on the news by (By)
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| Y’all know how the story goes
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| We give a fuck about award shows
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| Same shit about hoes
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| Real niggas own platinum balls
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| I ain’t got it on my neck nigga check my walls
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| I think y’all just tryin' to insight us
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| Yo I see how the world can’t see these Eastsidaz
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| All y’all wanna criticize, fuckin' with us tryin' to get a ride
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| That’s when my shit flies
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| And here’s where the pimp lies
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| I spit game at the globe
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| First week deuce five
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| I’d rather be ridin' than walkin'
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| While all you loud mouth niggas keep talkin'
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| All you high paid niggas stay fly
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| I’ma slide left, fly right on by
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| I’ma do it on the boulevard
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| Fast bitches, fast cars and stars
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| Stayin' boxed up eatin' caviar
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| Lookin' for the next play to have it all, ah nah
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| It’s funny how the game goes
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| New face but they look like the same hoes
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| I try to get away, everybody wanna hit of Dre
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| Stay focused, bang I done hit a day
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| Nigga fuck what cha' heard, shit is all lies
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| Niggas mad Dre and Snoop stayin' multi
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| My career in fifth gear while y’all’s dyin'
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| You thinkin' California all sun and surf, for sho'
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| I can see you walkin' under the Earth
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| My gun burst em'
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| And I still got my first mil'
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| Still bounce till I feel like the Earth tilt
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| Every club, Dre and Snoop loudest
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| G-Funk, get it crunk like the Dirty South
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| Hold ya mouth, you ain’t worth a third of me
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| A word from me, exclusive as a surgery
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| But I don’t use a scalpel, chainsaw shoppin'
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| Like that
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| Whole staff’ll come through and spin
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| Either on the film or the two-inch wheel
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| Behind the wheel of a sixty-four
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| I can’t stop till I done fifty totes
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| Y’all motherfuckers know me
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| I smoke a lot of weed, sayin' fuck a pass like Kobe
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| Rock on, rock on keep movin' on
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| Groovin' on and hold ya on |