R.E.M.'s When you're talking with your super friends Levitating lovers in the secret stratosphere I am still in touch with your presence dear I am still
days are ove-r / The dog days are do~ne / The horse-s are co-min' So you'd better ru-n / The dog days and over-r / The dog days are do~ne / The horse
-high Scottie just beamed up, (OJ) When we ball of in the club poppin bottles of Patrone, Don Hulion man we got it goin on, Yeeeeeeaaaaah, we got it goin on! D.E
? Like I'm Big Snoop Ready Roc, hear the crowd scream Now my name hold weight like a triple beam Wu-Tang showed me How to get the C.R.E.A.M. I'm a microphone
Yo, what you tell a muh'fucker with two black eyes? Nothin', you done already told his punk ass twice D E R R T Y (We back, we back, we back) We all we
P And we got what it takes to the rock the mic right yea Still watch what you say to B sig 'Cause we got what it takes to dump the D E Its Nelly in
my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and do the roc away Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back R to the e'zzy', M to the whizz I
I hurt them eyes Fuck with Goldy you be hoein' With your shoulder above your stomach in a bow tie Unbuttoned with your nipples showin' D to the A N G E R
momma like this, "Let's sue" So many times, I heard I died I guess I'm like a cat and I got nine lives Well I'm the P L A Y E R I lay bunnies, like Hugh
come out? shit, took the six back Switch the double r, the double r's are, gotta get that You see how we play, pop cris' on the e-way Soakin' the seat
feel I'm on the level, stayin' mellow, no criticism from the fellows, hello Being keyed durin' a high speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s I'm D.D.,
' would stop, but the rumors are passin' still Sounds like that busta that plugged mo holes than mass appeal You need to stop, hatin' on The C N O T E, D R
(Intro): A B C D E F G H I Hey, do you know what letter comes after I "What do the Jungle Brothers call it? The jimbrowski" "It's jimmy, it's jimmy"
fill your cups? Shady's come to fill you up, if you a D or a C-cup You can even be a B, it's just me and D-R-E You'll be in the ER, we are strapped with
', I mean that there's so many L R P's Lone Range Pimpin', jumpin up on this track, man, you underdig? We spit these L R P's and we do this damn thing
I'ma B-L-double-O-D Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G Walk through 8 Mile
this ain't _Good Times_, it's nothin but hard times And where I'm from, we kick nothin but rough rhymes The M-A-A-D C-i-r-c-l-e Slingshot khakis and
own neck, what part you don't get? I'm saying I die hard! [Royce da 5'9":] When you listen to my bars, nothin' but the f-I-r... e Comin' out your ipod