| There once was a saying that I used to say
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| Back in the day when I met Dre
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| I used to sit and goof on the phone with, my friend proof
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| That if I went gold, I’d go right through the roof
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| He said what If you went platinum, I’d just laugh at him
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| That’s not happening, that I can’t fathom
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| Eighty something million records worldwide,
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| Later I’m living in a house with a fucking elevator
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| Haters getting mad, they done had enough of shady
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| You slay me, nothing you say matters enough that you shame me Rappers try to play me, they use Hailie as a ukulele
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| Woopsa that a fucking daisy
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| That’s an honour who even she knows dada’s fucking crazy
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| Fucking animal, cookoo, bananas, fucking AV
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| Maybe it’s because I never had a mother raise me Fuck around and throw a baby at another baby
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| You may think it’s cause of the way that I was brought up But it’s all caught up to me now, karma’s is in the waters
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| Every line I ever said has got me in a corner
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| You might think it doesn’t creep upon ya, but it all does
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| You wouldn’t listen man, I tried to warn ya when you started
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| Now your brains all haunted cause of all the shit you thought of Chainsaw slaughters turn your daughters into sawdust
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| I never thought it’d come to this, I outta just be honest but
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| Hook
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| There once was a saying that I used to say
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| Back in the day when I met Dre
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| I used to sit and goof on the phone with, my friend proof
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| That if I went gold, I’d go right through the roof
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| He said what If you went platinum, I’d just laugh at him
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| That’s not happening, that I can’t fathom
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| Eighty something million records worldwide,
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| Later I’m living in a house with a fucking elevator
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| Sorry Lance, Mr. Lambert and Aiken ain’t gonna make it They get so mad, when I call them both faggots
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| All these fucking voices in my head I can’t take it Someone shut that fucking baby up, 'for I shake it You’re standing adjacent to Jason slash leatherface n'
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| Together makes 'em, a fucking bad combination
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| I lashed at the doctor in my last operation
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| Shoved the weiner snitzel up his ass, hopped away some-
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| body please stop the patient, get the cops to mase him
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| Homie, I’m the shizer, pass doctor dre some
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| I can’t leave the game, I just can’t walk away son
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| No not-a now, not a chance, not today son
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| I can’t believe I leave for one breif second
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| And you pussy queef all over the rap game, naked
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| And use a leaf to wipe up the crap stains, feck it I just keep saying the same exact saying, check it Hook
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| There once was a saying that I used to say
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| Back in the day when I met Dre
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| I used to sit and goof on the phone with, my friend proof
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| That if I went gold, I’d go right through the roof
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| He said what If you went platinum, I’d just laugh at him
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| That’s not happening, that I can’t fathom
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| Eighty something million records worldwide,
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| Later I’m living in a house with a fucking elevator
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| Elevator in my house, I’ll smell ya later
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| I blew the fuck up, a hamster in a microwave-I
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| Thinkin’about an escalator now, steps, I hate 'em
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| Told the neighbor step away, then I just pepper sprayed 'em
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| Yeah, for every time you ride down the street
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| Or hideout, drive by my house and beep
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| Like now motherfucker, try now to sleep
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| Lie down fucker, try countin’sheep
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| And you’re tryna find out, why now there’s beef?
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| Mase in your face bitch, cry now pussy
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| This is my house, all nine thousand feet
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| So you can suck my dick with Amy Winehouse’s teeth
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| Then I shove 'em in the elevator, take 'em to the top
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| Stand above em, just to cut the fucking cable, let 'em drop
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| Walk an hour to the damn refrigerator, get a pop
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| While I let 'em fall all the way to the basement yelling stop!
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| Hook
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| There once was a saying that I used to say
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| Back in the day when I met Dre
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| I used to sit and goof on the phone with, my friend proof
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| That if I went gold, I’d go right through the roof
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| He said what If you went platinum, I’d just laugh at him
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| That’s not happening, that I can’t fathom
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| Eighty something million records worldwide,
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| Later I’m living in a house with a fucking elevator
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| Outro
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| Fucking son of a bitch, I can’t believe this shit
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| This must be all that there is, this must be it Fuckin-A even got a biday
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| Wash my ass after I shit with gold toilet paper
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| Dishwasher’s so big, when I’m pissed off
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| I can just toss a flying saucer in it This shit’s awesome, yeah, fucking elevator
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| Living in a house with a fucking elevator |