[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Yeah, classic hip hop sh*t
Dr. D-R-E
Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
We started out moppin' floors
And now we front row at the awards
Number one for the last twenty years
If you real, mothaf*cka scream cheers!
Mothaf*cka scream cheers!
Heh, and it is what it is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
Money long, number one twenty years strong
F*ck a gym, I am him, I'm Andre Young
G5s to 64s, Dre got 'em
If the b*tch bad I got her in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tech nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real n*gga straight out of Compton
The f*ck you magazine n*ggas want from me?
I rewrote the game, n*gga, now talk money
All black on my Al Capone sh*t
I built a house, n*gga get your own sh*t
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
[Interlude: Rick Ross]
See y'all n*ggas
Hit the switches on that sh*t one time, ugh
Let the top down
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I came a long way from the weed game
Twenty stack seats at the Heat game
And I'm still strapped with the heat man
And we steppin' on a n*gga feet man
80 pair of sneakers came from the D game
Cousin was a Crip, said it was a C thing
Brown bag money in a duffle bag
F*ck 'em all, wet 'em and we gotta double back
The homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchen
On the mission, said he get it for his son tuition
Real n*gga's dreams comin' to fruition
Stumble, but I never fall, leanin' on my pistol
I only love it when the ass fat
We should listen to this track in my Maybach
I'm just tryin' to be a billionaire
Come and suck a d*ck for a millionaire
[Interlude: Jay-Z]
Uh, it's just different
I know it feels different
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this sh*t while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
But if you don't know, uh
Millions on the wall and all my rooms
N*ggas couldn't f*ck with my daughter's room
N*ggas couldn't walk in my daughter's socks
Banksy b*tches, Basquiat
I ran through that buck fifty Live Nation fronted me
They workin' on another deal, they talkin' two hundred fifty
I'm holdin' out for three
Two seventy five and I just might agree
Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer
Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
I only love her if her weave new
I'm still a hood n*gga, what you want me to do?
Been hoppin' out the BM with your BM
Takin' her places you can't go with your per diem
Screamin' carpe diem until I'm a dead poet
Robin Williams sh*t, I deserve a golden globe b*tch!
I take a Ace in the meanwhile
You ain't gotta keep this Khaled, it's just a freestyle
F*ck rap money, I've made more off crates
F*ck show money, I spent that on drapes
Close the curtains, f*ck boy, out my face
I whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the case
Murder was the case that they gave me
I killed the Hermes store, somebody save me
Stuntin' to the max like wavy
Oh sh*t!
Oh, stuntin' to the max, I'm so wavy
Used to shop at TJ Maxx back in '83
I don't even know if it was open then
I ain't know Oprah then
Have the XL 80 bike
Loud motor, they be like, "Damn!" when I'm comin' through, rrraaanngg
Had the grill in '88, y'all n*ggas is late
You got all that, right?
I love this sh*t like my own daughter
Let's spray these n*ggas, baby, just like daddy taught ya
Young, this is just different
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