Dr Dre -Instrumental

I'm gonna get you high today Relax facin', facin' mind-bogglin' hallucinations Easy does it till the skull get your lungs full Take a deep [Incomprehensible], sit back 'cause Mack Got that bu-yow shit that get'cha higher than wick-wack Is hard as stone alone, it's always on Never home-grown totin' 'cause the streets made me potent Down since '84 now live for '95 Got it swingin' while some niggas bangin', I'm dope slangin' For my everyday expenses, know the consequences The bigger the sack, the bigger the sentence No time for repentance, put it down, count the stripes That I tally, runnin' backstreet's and alleys through Inglewood, Cali So back the fuck up, don't act the fuck up Never slip from the hit, triple-six in the clip when I trip So busters beware, never dare to have qualms With that nigga Mack 10 full of ghetto ass bombs Take a hit Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit Get'cha high like a rocket, loot in my pocket Mean like the green, bomb like the chocolate Thai, I Mack 1-0, gun ho Dirty ass Lynch Mob crew, new voodoo Cast a killer, cap peeler, hang with gorillas Tragic when you catch it, runnin' from my magic New Jackin' got it crackin' like Nino's Stackin' like casinos, bomb like the primos Make your crack dough black, attack like karate Always beamed up like Scotty, I control your body Leave ya numb, red rum, slug like a Dodger Nothin' bomber than this West side ghetto ganga Hundred proof pure dopeness and it seems Heavy as a Chevy, too much for a triple beam Fiend for the microphone, one pop ya drop And it don't stop, I can't stop Mack 10 and it won't stop So take a hit (I'm gonna get you high today) Shit, Mac 10 (But I'm gonna get you high today) Shit Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit Got that one-hitter quitter shit so take a whiff Need a torch to light my spliff, work the late night shift Get my drift? Had it sewed up ever since I showed up Cookin' up boulders, got a crew fulla soldiers Claimin' B's, claimin' C's, everybody Gs Went from laces to Deez, from mo' C's to Ki's What you need guaranteed to whip and leave ya trippin' Like your sane, I sippin', funky germ dippin' Make you tweak, lose sleep, I creep like a phantom Ran 'em then I win 'em, all up in 'em like venom Got the lotions, slow motion, hit the magic potion Don't panic, satanic, devotions, convulsions Wipe your whole crew out, niggas get blew out Hides behind a stockin' while the bomb's tick-tockin' Keep rockin' and it don't quit, it's Mack 10 the shit So press your luck but'cha know you can't fuck wit it Take a hit Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit

Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) What? (Uh) What? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Dre, you ready? (Woo, woo, woo, woo) C'mon (yo, we gotta do whatever) Alright (check, check, check, check, check) Get 'em! Cut 'em undercover, timeless Ready for 'em, progress Feeling like I'm just getting started Two shots back for my dearly departed Uh, you are now dealing with a monster Boss shit, profits Doc Dre, bitch, I'm a prophet Black Wall Street, niggas know what a stock is Heh, try me Niggas never see me, but it ain't hard to find me Heh, unwinding Shit's blinding, still grinding Uprising, agh Stop talking 'bout the past, I'm the future, nigga Agh Nigga like me still here, motherfucker, go figure Looking for my next gold digger This summer here gon' be colder than winter Already told you, I fold you like hundreds of billions And you can go missing, put that on my children Bet that, nigga, what? Regret that, run it up Heh, and I'm about to sum it up This shit here that problem Living at the bottom of a bottle "Full throttle" my motto, eh Fucking with me like fucking with the lotto That awful in your nostril In a brothel, this is gospel Yeah, I'ma need all that, pronto Yes, I, yes, I, yes, I ride 'til I die Give a fuck if you bitches die Put a motherfucking hole in your face Back up, bitch, don't even try I am that motherfucker, been the coldest Why you on that? No one know us Overdosed on what dope is (yeah) Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did Like a satanic cult It's an old ritual slaughtering GOATs, bitch (GOATs, bitch, yeah) You're fucking with the original, flow's sick And anybody can get it, COVID (you fucking with that?) I done wrote shit that was so sharp, I could slit my own fucking throat with it So rich, I got more chips than my shoulders And I'm about as approachable as a roach is (roach is) Yeah, so better steer clear from him And here comes a nuclear bomb for your eardrums Lyricism at its most fearsome and fierce We're on another tier like a tear duct's upper echelon (yeah) Your career sucked (meaning what?), it was sheer luck (like what?) Like a fucking leprechaun with his beard cut (you're the) Punisher, weapon drawn with a beer gut (haha) You're slower than a Decepticon with its gear stuck (And I what?) I serial kill, and you're Kellogg's (what?) I love checks and I hate tricks And you're a fake bitch (bitch) I could spot you like you 'bout to weight lift (yeah) Bitch, I'm badder than cake mix (But I) can't be whipped with egg beaters (nah) You cunts must be out of your labias And God is my alias, so if I don't have faith in me Then it basically makes me an atheist (woo!) Nate Diaz got the world by the tracheas In a chokehold and a sleeper Yeah, and me and Dre are like dog hair (woof) We're both in our lab coats like retrievers (grrr) But like a Doberman, I'm a whole different breed of (what?) Animal, mutt mixed with a overachiever (Yeah) Oh, you're the king of rap? You're 'bout to be overthrown Like a pass over the head of an open receiver This shit could end up comin' to blows like a wiener (haha) But I ain't finished puttin' these hoes through the wringer (nah) Like clothes in between the two rollers, and- wait, no What I mean is flows interwoven, I treat 'em like thread (why?) That's how I wound up sewing Machine up So, fucks, if you don't give up me, then Time to ride or die, 'cause you're either both or you're neither (yeah, yeah) Throw a middle finger up if you're rolling, but, me, I'm gonna- (yeah, yeah) Ride 'til I die Give a fuck if you bitches die Put a motherfucking hole in your face Back up, bitch, don't even try I am that motherfucker, been the coldest Why you on that? No one know us Overdosed on what dope is Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did

J'ai les gows, j'ai les gov, j'ai les gros, j'ai les loves Et tous les calibres qui vont avec Baby J'viens d'Vitry et je suis un O.G Appelle moi ROH2F Baby Qui est le fdp qui a dit que j'étais fini? Aucun mot dans le dico ne me définit (Yeah) J'mets le game en bikini J'pourrais niquer des mères jusqu'à l'infini J'traverse les airs comme Jordan VI et Tacchini J'met des crampes tah CR7 à Platini Ça sonne comme un putain de Drive-By sur Compton Ratatata, Micro, Uzi mac ten Mon son t'écrase, tout l'monde ferme sa gueule Illuminatis veulent m'éliminer comme Michael (hihihi) Que des avions de chasses en direct de Top Gun Un croc dans son boule v'la qu'elle s'prend pour Apple 1.8.7, Houss, Doggy Dog, ça sent l'coffee shop Floppy flop, faut que tu trouves un jobby job C'est la base, c'est le boss de sa catégorie Motherfuck, j'fais jump la Cadillac comme D.R.E Lève ton joint de Weed, que des thugs dans l'bolide Des biatchs en forme de huit, c'est la street qui valide Ça sent la Weed, le son qui rafale des vitres Pire que la sirènes des schmitts c'est la street qui valide Dr. Dre, Dr. Dre J'perfectionne le son mets tout l'monde dacc comme Dr. Dre Dr. Dre, Dr. Dre Le respect des vrais s'achète pas Dr. Dre J'ai grandi sur Deep Cover, Nothin But A G Thing O.G en Range Rover, la carrière la plus gang Je suis la Mafia K'1 Fry, le dernier Wu-Tang Prêt pour la guerre, nique sa mère les boot gang Au service de l'équipe comme Ngolo Kanté J'offre des caviars quand il me reste plus qu'à planter Plus loyal que les batards qui m'ont fréquenté Comme Tupac j'me ferais peut-être smoke par un condé Allah yester, mangeur de monsters Sont tous piqués j'fous trop de rage pour Pasteur La vérité prend l'escalier et leur soeur J'qué-blo l'ascenseur vous n'êtes que des ambianceurs Bête de danseur à la Bobby Shmurda Je lie l'utile à l'agréable comme un hardeur Putain de banger plié en trois quart d'heure Jamais à la mode, toujours s'démarquer des amateurs Lève ton joint de Weed, que des thugs dans l'bolide Des biatchs en forme de huit, c'est la street qui valide Ça sent la Weed, le son qui rafale des vitres Pire que la sirènes des schmitts c'est la street qui valide Dr. Dre, Dr. Dre J'perfectionne le son mets tout l'monde dacc comme Dr. Dre Dr. Dre, Dr. Dre Le respect des vrais s'achète pas Dr. Dre Negro j'étais le O.G le plus fantastique C'est pas moi qui ferai du bruit C'est l'automatique Compton comme Nas illmatic Trafiquant de classique Mais les batards sont amnésiques Bats les couilles de leurs ziks Biatch j'suis trop occupé, à faire du fric Continu tes rêves érotique J'vais réveiller l'Afrique Le rap français est ingrat J'lui fait la hagra (hagra) Pour lever tes bagra (bagra) Pas besoin de kamagra (magra) Je kick et je fuck comme d'ab Je suis venu du bled en sandales Moi j'ai l'esprit de notable J'fais vivre les médias à scandales Toi parler français, moi parler franco Très énervé au micro Pour mes Rabza, Négro, Blanco Premier sur le habs Baumettes, fleury, freisnes Reconnais le son qui les berces Les rats ont des cernes Tu vends pilon et CC Ce n'est que du commercial C'est toi et le pouvoir que je renverse Y'a qu'une étoile comme Converse Lève ton joint de Weed, que des thugs dans l'bolide Des biatchs en forme de huit, c'est la street qui valide Ça sent la Weed, le son qui rafale des vitres Pire que la sirènes des schmitts c'est la street qui valide Dr. Dre, Dr. Dre J'perfectionne le son mets tout l'monde dacc comme Dr. Dre Dr. Dre, Dr. Dre Le respect des vrais s'achète pas Dr. Dre Dr. Dre, Dr. Dre J'perfectionne le son mets tout l'monde dacc comme Dr. Dre Dr. Dre, Dr. Dre Le respect des vrais s'achète pas Dr. Dre