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World Class Since Wreckin' Cru Cause my resume say "Wreckin' Crews" Cut all my records like the best to do it Destined to Dress for the music so I could step to it Ya, no one does it better as I step to her Lex Lugers through your smoke and mirrors I appear miraculous Emotions clear, my devotion matters I clap rappers like awards-show writers Whats the doors of your Viper to the thoughts of a Christler Opportunity knocks on the window of my Limo and offendin' Trying to give advice how I could get on Nigga, you couldn't picture the soundscapes I spit on I'll do it for you Aluminum foil for sitcoms Have rap wrapped like Reynolds For rentals and continentals On Centinela posted like a Sentinel with seven yellers Kiss Ladera on my way to work Skip church Twisted up the earth in a new shirt Ya, Dre day Dre day Dre day SongtexteUh, and did I mention chronic? Was sick, went through Bubonics If you through with knowledge No comment The Lakers beat the Supersonics Straight Ebonics If you want to call it alcoholic Found my wallet Next thing you know I'm found on Slauson Talking all them prices down before I take a shot of Sunset We couldn't crush, we wasn't one yet If the ones wasn't huggin' my block, cuffin' my knots I could pull out my charriot, stop and just ride Uh, for all the bitches and the hoes and tricks Ya, we brought it back so you don't forget Dre day Uh, Dre day Aus Songtexte Mania