fuck playin' fair! Y'all niggas like loose-leaf paper, easy to tear Drag just burn that up and get it outta here Y'all think y'all goin' from heaven to hell
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
was they mad about? ...Yo kid Kid?!! I'm old enough to be your uncle, heh Anyway, where the BUD at? Sorry we do not drink! What the hell you talkin bout
' snare when it touch the beat I'm the 808 drum that got you movin' your feet I'm the heir to the throne after the D R E Product of my environment You
the future, you got a problem now snoopin around my hood, get fucked doggy style i pull ya faggot ass out them g-unit sneakers and let ya soul burn in hell
address this vampire's Givin' the black man stress Recognize what's real and not material Or burn in hell, chasin' Polo and Guess, dumb bitches I'm
A cool, cool, cool, cool rider. I want a C-O-O-L R-I-D-E-R. I need a C-O-O-L R-I-D-E-R. (Repeat)
WHO fuckin with the rapper dude? Don't even GOOO THERE I'm from the 'Ville Brooklyn Military (OHHH YEAHH) N.E.W. Y.O.R.K. We'll ratch yo' ass like floors
shakin' and radiatin' a smile Page L, I said page L Call girls in NexTel Pajama party! Open Wheel Bottles after bottles Ladonna make room on fire like a hell Pages M
they ass in I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken
, a cool rider I want a cool rider, a cool rider I want a C-O-O-L R-I-D-E-R I need a C-O-O-L R-I-D-E-R I want a cool rider, a cool rider I want a cool
I bust back Southsi' for li' Familia, until I'm on my back [Hook] [Trae] I'm a bonified soldier, in the G to the T Motherfuckers be screaming murder, on T-R-A-E
m not flaggin, but I'm just saggin I betcha don't wanna see the D-O double G And you can't see, the D-R to the E Or my motherfuckin homey D.O.C. You know
for the snitches So would you just walk on by Cos I'm too hard to lift and no this ain't Aerosmith It's the motherfuckin D-R-E from the CPT on a rhymin
like hell Everyday this how the world turn, in the heat but don't wanna get burned 22-Agg' might make him learn, he going through it for a hell of a term
when it touch the beat I'm the 808 drum that got you movin your feet I'm the heir to the throne after the D-R-E Product of my environment, you old-ass
black card no fraud I'm an extension cord I'm a lightning rod I'm a lion roar I'm a dinosaur I'm a sinus minus the nose I'm a cold I'm raw than a temperature
flat broke, Now I'm poppin rubber bands I know I'm the shit, I done ate a ton of spam If the club poppin, I'm a burn a ton of hundred grams check the