Dope Beat

Dope Beat" I need a dope beat, a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G(I wanna) A dope beat(with my), a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G Y'all know me, the G from the 213 LBC, Regulatin, skatin' on all them Dayton's Bankin' back on them singles With the Henney's and the Jimmy's Like I'm all tall, short, and like dark, thick and skinny I'm a ladies' man, Mercedes and Proper ice, livin' nice, as far as gravy stands Ain't nuttin' changed, me and Snoop's still the same Plus Nate droppin' weight with the classic thang Now I remember way back, at the bachelor set Slip my brother, Dre, Snoopa tape it, put it in the deck The party started bangin' and they both shook hands And made it legitimate for the G-Funk Fans Now after that, they hit the top when The Chronic dropped Remember 187 on the motherfuckin' cop(I wanna) It's Still A G Thang (with my), where we hang and claim East Side 'til I die, or I rise to fame I need a dope beat, a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G(I wanna) A dope beat(with my), a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G I got my own style, I got my own pal If you don't know now, then nigga, you better slow down Spendin bills, bendin' wheels, people think I steal Puttin' cameras in my grill everywhere I chill Kick back, I spit facts, and twist our tracks Drank gin with The Twinz, see a bitch I mack Cuz if I ain't in the studio, I'm deep in the hood Anyway gettin' paid like Warren should Dre teachin' me to work a beat, now I'm bangin' And I been with platinum, now my album slangin' (I wanna) Hangin' with my G's (with my) from the LBC With the homies that I know will put it down for me Well known, keep my chrome, and I hold my own But I'd rather roll and flow and be holdin' the shows With the G-Funk Family earnin' a Grammy You can't see what I see, and don't understand me I need a dope beat, a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G(I wanna) A dope beat(with my), a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G I'm on my way to the studio, beatin and thumpin Scoop D from Long Beach got some heat from Compton Hit the Eastside manages to see whats crackin Got some MGD, just watching for jackin Its a hard knock life, ya heard Jay-Z featuring Annie No Limit like Snoop, thats when the grammy Hit the Beach in the Long gray and black caddy Reminiscing on my great escapes through the alley Damn I done grew up and things done changed Just shakin my head, trippin off the game Its so much you gotta do to keep it real out here But ain't nothing guaranteed cuz ain't nothing goin' give I need a dope beat, a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G A dope beat, a dope beat Just holler at your boy named Warren G Lyrics by Leo G

(KRS)I got a dope beat? (All)You got a dope beat (KRS)I got a dope beat. (All)We got a dope beat (KRS)I got a DOPE beat. (All)You got a dope beat (KRS)I got a DOPE BEAT! (All)WE GOT A DOPE BEAT! My name is at the top of all of those that mix I'm turnin poetry into cash for eighty-seven Some did it got paid, some jams were never played But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade Go by, and why? Cause they wasn't fly Others claim to be fresh, but they're not KRS I cannot walk around the street, with my head in the clouds Either runnin on my gear, or havin colors too loud Everything must coincide with the way I feel And by the way, it's Scott LaRock on the wheels of steel So I take one step, to adjust the mic I get around the whole city so I do wear Nike I like a funky beat, a studio like Unique I write the crazy fresh lyrics and I don't eat meat You can look me up and down, and my DJ too Because we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew Takin out MC's - on the 1, 2, 3 No matter who they claim to be in society Because we know their games, we have pulled their file If they need a different style we can get wild He's I.C.U., he's out to kill I'm KRS, and we get ill DJ Scott LaRock got his own beat The extravagant life, is what we seek I will tell you like this, cause I know for a fact I will live a long life, and I don't smoke crack Captivatin the crowd, seven days a week You know what they told me to say? I got the dope beat (KRS)I got a dope beat (All)You got a dope beat (KRS)I got the DOPE beat (All)We got a dope beat (KRS)I got a dope beat? (All)You got a dope beat (KRS)I got a DOPE BEAT! (All)WE GOT THE DOPE BEAT! For me to say again another of my rhyme Means what you heard before must've blew up your mind So now it's time, to find, poetry like mine Do not waste all your time because I'm one-of-a-kind Pullin out, easy goin cause the money be flowin 6'4", brown eyes, and I'm always showin Stupid MC's on the mic the way it 'posed to be done They study rhymes all week, but I be rhymin for fun When they lose they get upset, always pullin a gun But they will snap out of that, because I'm KRS-One Not two, not three, but O-N-E Get it right the first time I won't repeat this rhyme If you think that you can burn me with your amateur ways Keep in mind that I been out there, from back in the days I don't braaaaaaaaag, about the people I know Because they're still bluffin, they're not givin me nothin I can walk around the city with the rhymes I flaunt Cause no matter how you front they're still the ones you want See, I am funky fresh and poetry is my opinion Takin out you suckers while the Scott LaRock is spinnin! . *guitar interlude* . My name is KRS-One, I'm still kinda young I don't wear Adidas cause my name ain't Run Got Nike's on my feet, and to be complete I can rock an American or reggae beat Got rhymes for 70's, 80's, and 90's Not bein conceited but it won't pay to try me Out to any feud, any battle, any reason Make the rhymes up every season this style I'm just teasin Pick up the pace, homeboy, pick up the pace You're way behind schedule, listen to what I'm tellin you This particular style may vary The things I converse about are heard rarely Some can't bear me, others try to scare me Soundin intelligent but not yet equivalent! You know what? (All)You got a dope beat (KRS)I got a dope beat! (All)We got a dope beat (KRS)I got the dope beat? (All)You got the dope beat (KRS)I got the DOPE BEAT! (All)WE GOT THE DOPE BEAT! (KRS)I've got the dope beat! (All)You've got the dope beat (KRS)I got the dope beat! (All)We got the dope beat (KRS)Beat that we got? (All)THE DOPE BEAT! I.C.U., is in the house... Miss Melodie, is in the house... Lena Love, is in the house... D-Nice, rocks the house... Gold Miss Idol, rocks the house... Flavois Walker, turns em out... 40th Street Black, knocks em out... To my mellow Moses Gun, rock the house... Naughty, bust it out... McBoo, turns it out... Chuck Chillout, cuts it up... Red Alert, breaks it out... Scott LaRock Jr. My pride and joy... KRS-One. his mother's first son And no he'll never run... BD... BD... Scott LaRock... Scott LaRock

Let's just roll Baby, oh Let's just roll Baby, oh Take the car down the hill Drive down to the coast Get rid of all your ghosts Leave 'em all night Oh, we got enough dope and smoke To keep us peachy Jump in my car, roll me up one The dust is flying off the wiz As we disappear into the sun We got enough dope and smoke To keep us peachy We got enough dope and smoke To keep us peachy We got enough dope and smoke To keep us peachy Oh, see it over there, the breeze in your hair Get your own head out the window Around you, I'm feeling just fine Oh, the radio plays a smooth little song Pictures on so we can carry on We can roll any way you wanna roll, baby We can go any way you wanna go, baby Oh, we got enough dope and smoke To keep us peachy We got enough dope and smoke To keep us peachy We got enough dope and smoke To keep us peachy Oh, she takes off her towel Lost to the water's edge Oh, the sky is so blue When I look into her eyes Oh, let's just float away forever, girl We can go any way you wanna go We can do anything you wanna do, baby We can roll any way you wanna roll Oh, we can live how we wanna live, baby Oh, we can talk how we wanna talk, baby Oh, we can walk how we wanna walk, baby Let's just roll Let's just roll