Yo Silkk Yo Chris I was just thinking man If I was Dr Dre what the fuck would I say man? (What would I say?) I really ain't got shit to say (Nothing to prove) 3 empires Biopic of the century (No debate) Billion dollar business deals (Y'all seen it) I'd probably say some shit like this right here
Fuck it, let's do it then Will I change music again That depends on what mood I'm in I can fuck the game raw Smooth without using lubricant Til it give birth to a new class of music you niggas students in They all wonder about that Doc shit What is it that he on? Is it rock shit? Jump in a mosh pit like the Kings of Leon Nah nigga, it's my shit Only thing I'mma be on is whatever I wanna hear me on That hot shit The same shit you know me for The same shit these bitches blow me for Even that lonely whore that you thought was only yours I'm on the same shit I was on before On the court Doing it for the block Emeka Okafor Balling I got the club leaning Like it's a drug fiend And I got the thugs squeezing on they snub thinking About they upbringing When I'm upspeaking About that Compton life We doing it for the dollars Nigga fuck sleeping Speaking on sleeping You're sleeping on the biggest threat Til I got your body of work bleeding on the internet I'm sick as an emphysema patient Blowing smoke through the hole in his throat Chiefing on a cigarette Even though it's in his neck No other way to say this nigga You fucking with the greatest nigga I disappear for a minute And I got that quiet hush money Now shut the fuck up and pay this nigga
I'm back (Yeah) If I was Dre I'd say some shit just like that (Just like that) Let these niggas know You can't fuck with me, man (Never could) And then I say some shit like this (What?)
Soon as they heard my footsteps Niggas start ducking and the button ain't even pushed yet Bitches heard I was coming back And it made they puss wet I ain't even tied up my chucks or lit up the kush yet I ain't even told my adoring public That I got something for 'em Hardcore and rugged And of course they gonna love it And of course I'm regulatin' like Nate Getting that paper like Warren Buffett If it ain't about paper, it's a foreign subject I'm pouring buckets of champagne Black bottles nigga Toast to God I'm music I'm black Apollo nigga I laid the blueprints You rappers have to follow It's my shoe print I left behind to guide the path for all you niggas So I don't care what your people sold He couldn't keep his soul Sold it for a piece of gold The billboard is calling me Grim Reaper Because I put the album charts in a sleeperhold When I switch into ether mode Getting money before you could read and write I count it in the dark cause I get it faster than the speed of light All you got is rapping I be on my Phil Jackson I keep winning without the bullshit And I don't even need a mic But if it's on then it's on It's that Don Dada shit What if Capone did a song It's that Godfather Park in the top This Impala rockin' wallabees Walk in the top On my Rockwilder shit
I'm back Cali Yeah, I'd say some shit like that (real talk) If I was Dr Dre I'd say some shit just like that I'd say you niggas couldn't see a picture of me man (not at all) Only competition is in the mirror That's the only real talk And then you know what I'd say before I leave? Compton
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