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I think my shit kickin' in Must be barbeque or somethin' What's the ETA of the month? (Hahahaha) On life, nigga, on life Alright, c'mon, let's get serious Yeah, been around, versatile, South of France, Rosecrans Pin 'em up, knock 'em down, baby, I don't hold hands (Woah) Big booty, lil' dog, joggin' by Kenneth Hahn Tryna get her fitness on, bitch, just hop in the car Uh, I been around, marathon, Compton to Avalon Me and Anderson, this is like Royal Tenenbaums No one goes to cinemas, so we on demand They want a hologram, it's TikTok and dances Big shot, been the bomb, make me reminisce upon I remеmber me and Dogg, swap meet, Dickies on Whеn was that? In '93? You probably wasn't even born Dre, I think you need to the trade Range for the 6-4 Shit, I've been going back and forth, Chevy or Aventador Took a walk in the park, nigga, that's your backyard Say, Dre, where you get them shrooms with the chocolate? Shit, the same place that I saw them gods out in Panama Weave through the weeds, smoke trees where my seeds grow Let 'em try to press, get shot like a free throw Aw, niggas want beef 'til they get they fucking teeth broke SongtexteI just want peace, they don't want me to be peaceful You know I'm a king, look at how my Cuban link glow Gold medallion flow, only second to the Nile Girls gone wild like them broads up in college Looking at my child, do the same thing that I did Nigga, where was you in the '80s? Reaganomics, we sold crack to mothers and they babies Fiends was running 'round with stolen shit to sell me crazy But I took some shorts and a couple nicks of crack and gave 'em maybe Gave this bitch a sample, that's my test tube baby Tell them fiends we back in town, ice cream pastries Five-star general bitch, I'm outrankin' 'em Fiends gave me so much bread, I had to start thankin' 'em Side hustlers stole some of my dope, I started spankin' 'em Talked to coke connects in Jamaican accent, Shabba Rankin 'em If you stole my shit with the nigga that helped you, walk the plank with him Hmm, bruk him though like a bumbaclot acronym Shh, look, don't tell your peeps but all of my niggas are after him Hmm, you're just a bitch, tell me, why you actin' so masculine? Hmm, who the fuck is he? Tell me, why the fuck is you asking him? (Why?) And as I'm smoking this branch, watch me pass the limb I'm only here to collect my blessings, where the pastor been? Weave through the weeds, smoke trees where my seeds grow Let 'em try to press, get shot like a free throw Aw, niggas want beef 'til they get they fucking teeth broke I just want peace, they don't want me to be peaceful You know I'm a king, look at how my Cuban link glow Gold medallion flow, only second to the Nile Girls gone wild like them broads up in college Looking at my child, do the same thing that I did Aus Songtexte Mania