Dr. Dre lyrics
Dr. Dre lyrics
"Let Me Ride lyrics"
Killer lyrics
What did I do to deserve such a fateI didn't really want to getInvolved in this thingSomeone handed me this gun and II gave it everythingYeah, I gave it everythingI came into this lifeLooked all aroundI saw just what I likedAnd took what I foundNothing came easyNothing came freeNothing came all until theyCame after meYeah-hey, yeah(Whisperin
[Verse One:]What did I do to deserve such a fateI didn't really want to getInvolved in this thingSomeone handed me this gun and II gave it everythingYeah, I gave it everythingI came into this lifeLooked all aroundI saw just what I likedAnd took what I foundNothing came easyNothing came freeNothing came all until theyCame after meYeah-hey, yeah(Whisperin
Creepin' down the back street on Deez
I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
ya wanna make noise, make noise
I make a phone call my niggaz comin' like the Gotti boys
bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
with their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker i'm Dre
so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches
And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches
Got the hollow points for the snitches
So would you just walk on by, cuz I'm too hard to lift
and no this ain't Aerosmith
It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the CPT
on a ryhmin' spree, a straight G
Hop back as i pop my top ya trip
I let the hollow points commence
Whatever Happened To Soy Bomb lyrics
Blue light is flickering Through the city streets One billion tv sets Glowing off concrete One day closer to death I know that i don't have too long Whatever happened to soy bomb Lunch box collector loves all the pussycats But when he goes to bed He wonders where he's at Thrift store shirts and old haircuts Living in an old sitcom Whatever happened to soy bom
to POP POP POPBlue light is flickering Through the city streets One billion tv sets Glowing off concrete One day closer to death I know that i don't have too long Whatever happened to soy bomb Lunch box collector loves all the pussycats But when he goes to bed He wonders where he's at Thrift store shirts and old haircuts Living in an old sitcom Whatever happened to soy bom
yeah, cuz if it don't stop
I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop
Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo')
with all the niggaz sayin
[Chorus:]
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
with all the niggaz sayin
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
[Verse Two:]
just another motherfuckin day for Dre so I begin like this
No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just
that gangster glare, with gangster raps
that gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh
word to the motherfuckin streets
and word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I
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On My Way To You lyrics
I worked a little while in a little town in Colorado But the winters were just a little bit too long So I decided California was the place that I'd go And I was gone Fell in love, got my heart broke down in San Diego I was off and driftin' any way the wind was blowin' That was then, way back when I didn't have a clue where I was goin' No, I had no way of knowin' I was On
t ya with that I, get ya withI worked a little while in a little town in Colorado But the winters were just a little bit too long So I decided California was the place that I'd go And I was gone Fell in love, got my heart broke down in San Diego I was off and driftin' any way the wind was blowin' That was then, way back when I didn't have a clue where I was goin' No, I had no way of knowin' I was On
as I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches
bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on
bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on
but before I hit the dope spot
I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop
Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia
bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
on my dick, cause my four on hit
pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit
So when I crawl I comes correct
Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga
Now let the Chevrolet slide
As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah
(Rollin in my six-fo') with all the bitches sayin
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
Check this out
The sun went down when I hit Slausson
on my wa
Count On Me lyrics
Seems forsaken No mistake here I watch you follow It's not your call though Around and around and a Oh look what I've found It's like a string being unwound I'll be there standing Oh I break down your door Just to hold who I'm bleeding for I'm at your window I can't get in though I stand here dying Well I'll die trying Around and around
y to the strip, now I'm just flossinSeems forsaken No mistake here I watch you follow It's not your call though Around and around and a Oh look what I've found It's like a string being unwound I'll be there standing Oh I break down your door Just to hold who I'm bleeding for I'm at your window I can't get in though I stand here dying Well I'll die trying Around and around
Checkin my rearview, cause niggaz they will do
jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools
Try to set me up for a two-eleven
Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven
but I don't represent no gangbang
Some niggaz like lynchin but I just watch them hang
so on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on
I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my stroll on
Didn't nobody wanna speak; now everybody
peepin out they windows when they hear me beatin up the streets
Is it Dre? Is it Dre?
That's what they say, every single motherfuckin day, yo
But I ain't trippin I'm just kickin it
While my deez keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin I'll be
(Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody sayin
[Chorus: to end]