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Julain Jiles Raed
Julain Jiles Raed
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Lyrics

The motherfuckin' world is a ghetto
Full of magazines, full clips and heavy metal
When the smoke settle I'm just lookin' for a big yellow
In six inch stilettos
Dr. Dre perculatin' keep 'em waitin'
(Hello)
While you sittin' here hatin', yo' bitch is hyperventilatin'
Hopin' that we penetratin', you gets natin'
'Cause I never been to Satan for hardcore administratin'
Gangbang affiliatin'
MC Ren'll have you wildin' off a zone and a whole half a gallon
(Get to dialin')
911 emergency
(And you can tell 'em)
It's my son, he's hurtin' me
(And he's a felon)
On parole for robbery
Ain't no coppin' a plea, ain't no stoppin' a G
I'm in the 6 you got to hop in the 3, company monopoly
You handle shit sloppily I drop a ki properly
They call me the Don Dada
Pop a collar, drop a dollar if you hear me you can holla
Even Rottweilers follow the Impala
Wanna talk about this concrete?
**** I'm a scholar
The incredible, heterosexual, credible
Beg a hoe, let it go, dick ain't edible
**** ain't federal, I plan shit
While you hand picked motherfuckers givin' up transcripts
Villain blows up yo' spot
Take yo' notebook yo' bitch and yo' glock
This motherfucker thought the coochie had a padlock
You slapped her ass that's alarmin'
'Cause she want my worm like Common
We chin check ****, them thin check ****
Run trains on gold diggers beware these fo' ****
Scarin' motherfuckers like Steven King flicks
Makin' **** clear the room like a dyke flea a dick
Makin' 2nd II None shit, **** like Quik
So when I bomb first **** who you rollin' with?
Fuck that ice on your wrist, fuck yo' fine ass bitch
'Cause you could lose it in a tussle **** watch me hustle
Watch **** kiss my ass without flexin' a muscle
Bitches all in the back they knees waitin' to buckle
Same time same channel don't change the dial
****4life, fuckin' your wife', these **** wild
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get?
(Hello)
I started this gangsta shit
And this the muh'fuckin' thanks I get?
(Hello)
Did I fall off? Got you in your room
Rippin' every 'Chronic' poster on your wall off
Just 'cause I put away the sawed off
Now I got you sittin' back with a smirk
Listenin' with your arms crossed
Questionin' Dre's credibility
(What?)
Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits
Y'all be killin' me
As if I need to make mo', I got a mansion
And six cars that are paid fo', suck my dick!
(Hello)
We came a long way from not givin' a fuck
Sellin' tapes out of a trunk to movin' this far up
Now we got the whole world starstruck
Made a million plus and still don't give a motherfuck
Motherfucker I'm Dre, I don't need your respect
I don't need to make another album bitch I don't gotta do shit
I do it because I want to not to stay in the game
Fuck the fame, I'm still stayin' the same, lil' bitch!
(Hello)
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get?
(Hello)
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get?
(Hello)
Look at these **** with attitudes
Look at these **** with attitudes
(Hello)
Look at these **** with attitudes
Look at these **** with attitudes
Look at these **** with attitudes
Look at these **** with attitudes
Look at these **** with attitudes
Look at these **** with attitudes
Written by: Julain Jiles Raed
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