Roll up, wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it Roll up, wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it Roll up, wait a minute Let me put some kush
La da da da dah It's the motherfuckin' D O double G La da da da dah You know I'm mobbin' with the DRE You know who's back up in this motherfucker What
they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin' comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
[Hook]x[2] Hold up, wait a minute, let me put some Kush up in it. Hold up wait a minute, let me put some Kush up in it. [Dr. Dre] Now it's that puff
[Dr. Dre] The streets is talkin' Sayin Dre done changed And he aint been to the hood, well how the fuck i find game? I studied this rap shit, still a
Xxplosive, West Coast shit My niggaish ways attract girls that used to turn their back Causin' me to yank their arm and pose like I would do them harm
[Dr. Dre] Y'all know me, still the same O.G., but I been low key Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no G's No wheels and no keys
[Dr Dre] My life is like a highlight reel Some might conisder this my twilight but depending how I might feel I might continue on with my career for 5
don't sign me Everyone at the fucking label, let's tell the truth You risked your career for me, I know it as well as you Nobody wanted to fuck with the white boy Dre
[Dr Dre] Ya'll know me still the same ol' Timmy But I been low key Hated on by most these niggas Wit no cheese no deals and no G's No wheels and
to livin' big dog style and straight coastin' Yo I stay wit it While you try to perpetrate, play wit it Never knew about the next level until Dre did
East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 8X) Verse One: RBX While childish MC's battle over coastal fronts I come with no fronts and smash
What's your name? What's your name? What's your name? What's your name? Fame, makes a man take things over Fame, lets him loose, hard to swallow Fame
Movin' tapes like weight, we's hip-hop cartel Takin' over, no doubt Like thongs, they ass out but win amounts with the Dr, Dre All day cash his cheque
of N.W.A. Took it to the next level when I use to DJ Got family and fans from New York to L.A. They keep it real 'cause they know that Dre come with Bombay
Haa Woo Dedicated to the up city Straight West Coast nigga, ain't no pity Put holes in niggas, real pretty Real shitty like a black Frank Nitty I give
It's like, it's like this Word up, knowhutI'msayin'? One time for your mind, y'knowI'msayin'? Yo, from upstate to Brooklyn The whole borough's thorough
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning Street sermon, these niggas are determined As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning Street
