-ей. Ice Cube, Dr.Dre, NWA. Naughty By Nature плотно качали "Hip-Hop horay", Cypress Hill злобно пищали: "Insane in the brain". На дискотеках "No
more derogatory way But who's to say what's fair to say and what not to say Lets ask Dr. Dre Dr. Dre (What up?) I got a question if i may (Yea?) Is it
?) My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin to get my head straight but I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (Ummmm..) And Dr. Dre said, "
get through to you, to show you There ain't nothing i can't take this chainsaw to [Hailey Makes Chainsaw Sound] Fuckin' brain's brawn, and brass balls
t do it, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) [Verse 2: 50 Cent (Dr
other car" "Aight" [a car revs up] [gunshots] [Chorus: 50 Cent] If there's beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains
yo y'all just not known' I get drunk and start talking more shit and when i got a gun in my hand You better get...out 'cause my brain just ain't what
go, they love the blang-blang flow Bang, bang, look at the way my chain glow The ring on my fing’ cost ya main lotta dough The fuck am I bustin’ my brain
can Go mental Da say Dr. Alban tellin' everybody We no want no coke, no heroin No hasch-hasch, no amfetamin Chorus Cocain will blow your brain And
sc-scores was high too But I don't wanna brag, I Loui Vuitton bagged him Hopped out the jag proceeded to shag-shagged him Thought he was a queen I dr-dr
be better off without I believe you know me well Switch on the box mr. spock is on the table Dr. mccoy is unable to connect his brain Sweatin and strainin
cock you pricks I love it when I tell em shove it Cause it wasn't that long ago when Marshall sat, luster lacked, flustered Cuz he couldn't cut mustard, muster up nothing Brain
the bling bling flow Bang bang look at the way my chain glow The ring on my fing' cost Jermaine a lot of dough, oh The fuck am I busting my brain for?
is like cocaine cocaine I'm flying on a private plane And I'm so high(so high,so high, I sail in the sky) Cobain, Cobain She blows my brain I'm trippin
so, uh Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here? (Take it all, you need me) Yes sir, niggas said Dr Wine wasn't nothing 3 years later Dr Wine
Ha, ha, ha, ha, we take you to the dark side Come travel Watch out On our metaphoric futuristic type shit As we blow your brains like spliffs Watch out Dr
to toss 10 times divorced I speak in Morse, dot, dot, dash, dot dash (Huh?) I just told you had an ugly ass Type rash unabashed crass with a brain rash
