you're a part of my heart And I'm apart from my heart, my heart From, from, from, from From, from, from From, from, from From, from, from, from From, from, from (My heart) From, from, from
rap I fuckin hate you; I'll take your drawers down and rape you While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!) Satan done got me on this song Eatin a hot dog
?) 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, "
each feet is a cleat shoe I'll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse you'll think I pulled the fuckin ground out from underneath you (Bitch
Artist: dr. dre f/ eminem, phish, xzibit[phish] what’s the difference between me and you? (repeat 2x) [dr. dre] Back when cube - was rollin wit lorenzo
t rap I fuckin hate you; I'll take your drawers down and rape you While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!) Satan done got me on this song Eatin a hot dog
Intergalatical metaphors from Mars! Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs Bite another line from Redman's song! Suddenly the stub from a dead man's arm From
'm not Herman Munster or Dr. Spock I go by the name of the King Adrock So here's a match my ass and your face Listen when I tell you dog; I'm in your
walk around flippin the bird Livin the urban life, like a white kid from the 'burbs Dreamin at night of screamin at mom, schemin to leave Run away from
West Coast, it's time to stand up We gon' unite 'round this motherf*** one time I'm callin' every real Crip And every real B dog to the table right now
back when I was just a little bitty boy Living in a box Under the stairs In the corner of the basement In the house half a block down the street from
No Diggity Blackstreet/Dr. Dre/Queen Pen You know what I like the playettes No diggity, no doubt Play on playette Play on playette Yo Dre, drop
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
the drop Well man, I do the yacht You pull up in parking lots I pull up the dock like Yeahhh Macaroni greens and hamhocks, I am not on your planet like Dr
out there? All my ladies, all my fellas Make some noise out there! I just love music nigga {Hell yeah} Yessir {Uh-huh!} Michael Jackson, we love you dog
man up This is sumtn' for all my peeps on da East Side A lil sumtn' for my G's on the West Side Now if ya want it we on it dog, ya know how it is We're
be the homeboy's lady (oh, that bitch) Eighty degrees, when I tell that chick please In a dog pound, feelin' the breeze. [Chorus] [Verse Three:] Later on that day My homey dr
time for your mind Here I go with my rhyme I'm gonna get him from the front You can get him from behind Sen Dog gonna be real Puttin' it down for tha