Cool and Dre Back on the motherfuckin' Westside L.A.X niggas, yeah Y'all know who the fuck I am I'm free as a motherfuckin' bird, I swear Disappear in thin air, there go Game, nigga where? Posted on the block in them black Airs In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear Yeah, that V12 is roarin' Flyin' through the city with the pedal to the floor then I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood I'm back Give me a corner, let me serve Swerve, I'm still dope that's my word All I did was the switch the kitchens, did some tracks on the birds Irv, Gotti know I'ma murderer Half these niggas beefin' with me, I never heard of them If I was the old me I would murder them Matter fact, if I was the old me, I would Curtis them Courtesy of my Smith & Wesson I kill tracks like aids, nigga get infected The whole world been waitin' on him Here I come, droptop Phantom I'm skatin' on 'em, look around All the bitch niggas hatin' on him Mad 'cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them Big cars, big wheels, big chain Big pimpin', big money Big dreams, dreams, dreams Big dreams, dreams, dreams Big dreams, dreams I get money like Junior Mafia used to On my way to school ten thousand in my FUBU Lunchtime, I was sellin' behind the bungalows Baggin' up rocks the size of melons That's when the fiends start tellin' You can catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock like Ellen Prime-time, nigga, it's my time, nigga Jacob ain't got shit to do with my shine, nigga 'Cause when the sun come up from behind the sea Niggas see me behind the B E N T, don't stand for entertainment Stands for 0 to 60, anybody see where Game went? To the hood, parked crooked behind that chained fence And I'm going down behind my dogs, but I ain't Vick Tell me one album I put out that ain't sick? No, I'm not the Doctor but I produce the same shit The whole world been waitin' on him Here I come, droptop Phantom I'm skatin' on 'em, look around All the bitch niggas hatin' on him Mad 'cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them Big cars, big wheels, big chains Big pimpin', big money Big dreams, dreams, dreams Big dreams, dreams, dreams Big dreams, dreams Big cars, big wheels, big chains Big pimpin', big money Big dreams, dreams, dreams Big dreams, dreams, dreams Big dreams, dreams Yo Jay, what it do, nigga? I done rocked enough fellas to be you, nigga I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe? I'm Curtis' kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know Whoever said, 'The Game over', musta had a hangover Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover I got blood diamonds straight outta Angola Wave my red rag in the air, signal Lil' Wayne over Yeah, that's when the Crys start poppin' The pills start droppin' and the haters start watchin' The DJ starts spinnin', the panties get the droppin' For album number three, it goin' platinum's not an option I'm back with Cool and Dre a.k.a. the monsters And I got one word for you motherfuckers, Compton The whole world been waitin' on him Here I come, droptop Phantom I'm skatin' on 'em, look around All the bitch niggas hatin' on him Mad 'cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them Big cars, big wheels, big chains Big pimpin', big money Big dreams, dreams, dreams Big dreams, dreams, dreams Big dreams, dreams You was wrong, mama Shit, I love you but I'm still smokin', I love you, mama Chronic 2001 [Incomprehensible], motherfuckers Dr. Dre started it, I just finished it I mean, [Incomprehensible] with a big homie that far Feel me, I do © DADE CO. PROJECT MUSIC, INC.; EDDIE MONTILLA MUSIC PUBLISHING; UNIVERSAL - MUSICA UNICA; UNIVERSAL MUSIC - Z SONGS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com