Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song ***** Please II , by - Eminem. Release date: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
***** Please II |
| Yeah whattup Detroit? |
| Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh-no he didn’t! |
| Ahhh! |
| They didn’t do it again |
| what-what, what-what? |
| Did you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre? |
| Oh fo' sho'! |
| Uh-uh, naw, ya smell that? |
| This is special right here |
| What-what, what-what-what? |
| Yeah, it’s a toast to the boogie baby |
| Uhh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie |
| Yeah, y’know! |
| What’s crackin Dre? |
| Just let me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp shit |
| on Slim’s shit and star rise like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit) |
| Throw on 'Guilty Conscience' at concerts |
| and watch mosh pits till motherf*ckers knock each other unconscious |
| (Watch out now!) Some of these crowds that Slim draws |
| is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it’s packed and fulla cars |
| Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw +IS+ niggaz from Crenshaw |
| from Long Beach to South Central |
| Whoa, not these nig*az again |
| These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again |
| (Hehe) You and what army could harm me? |
| D-R-E and Shady, with Doggy from Long Beach |
| (East-side!) Came a long way, to makin these songs play |
| It’ll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way |
| I got a long uz', and I carry it all day |
| (Blaow!) Sometimes it’s like a nightmare, just bein Andre, but I. |
| Somehow, someway — tell 'em, nig*a |
| You know about Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg) |
| Now let me cut these ni*gaz up and show em where da f*ck I’m comin from |
| I get the party crackin from the sh*t that I be spittin son |
| Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run |
| Got about fifty gungs, and I love all of 'em the same — bang bang! |
| Damn baby girl what’s your name? |
| I forgot — what’d you say it was? |
| Damn a nigga buzzed |
| Hangin in the club, with my nephew Eminem |
| (Whassup Slim?) Whattup cuz? |
| (Whattup Snoop?) |
| The Great White American Hope, done hooked up |
| with the King of the motherfuckin West coast, bay-bayy! |
| Chorus: Nate Dogg (+Snoop) |
| And you don’t really wanna f*ck, with me |
| Only ni*ga that I trust, is me |
| F*ck around and make me bust, this heat |
| That’s, the devil, they always wanna dance |
| I’m the Head Ni*ga In Charge, I’m watchin you move |
| You’re found dead in your garage, with ten o’clock news coverage |
| Gotta love it, cause I expose the facade |
| Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with God |
| All jokes aside, come bounce with us |
| Standin over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust |
| It’s like ashes to ashes and dust to dust |
| I might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffs |
| So who do you trust? |
| They just not rugged enough |
| When things get rough I’m in the club shootin with Puff |
| Bitch, please — you must have a mental disease |
| Assume the position and get back down on your knees — c’mon |
| And you don’t really wanna f*ck, with me |
| Only ni*ga that I trust, is me |
| F*ck around and make me bust, this heat |
| That’s, the devil, they always wanna dance |
| Awww naww, big Slim Dogg |
| Eighty pound balls, dick six inch long |
| Back up, in the, heezy BAY-BAY |
| He’s Sha-day! |
| He’s so cra-zay! |
| Hahaha! |
| Gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White |
| Pickets outside the Interscope offices every night |
| What if he’s right? |
| I’m just a criminal, makin a living |
| Off of the world’s misery — what in the world gives me the right |
| To say what I like, and walk around flippin the bird |
| Livin the urban life, like a white kid from the 'burbs |
| Dreamin at night of screamin at mom, schemin to leave |
| Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me |
| I just want you all to notice me and people to see |
| that somewhere deep down, there’s a decent human being in me |
| It just can’t be found, so the reason you’ve been seeing this me |
| Is cause this is me now, the recent dude who’s being this mean |
| So when you see me, dressin up like a nerd on TV |
| or heard the CD usin the fag word so freely |
| it’s just me being me, here want me to tone it down? |
| Suck my f*ckin d*ck, you faggot |
| You happy now? |
| Look here |
| I start some trouble everywhere that I go (that I go) |
| Ask the bouncers in the club cause they know (cause they know) |
| I start some shit they throw me out the back do' (the back do') |
| Come back and shoot the club up with a fo'-fo' (a fo'-fo') |
| And you don’t really wanna f*ck, with me |
| Only ni*ga that I trust, is me |
| F*ck around and make me bust, this heat |
| That’s, the devil, they always wanna dance |
| 2001 and forever |
| Slim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, X to the Z, Nate Dogg |
| C’mon, yeah! |