*featuring Nowl
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(All right, is everybody ready (YEAH!))
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(Alright now, here we go)
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Nationowl divides this bomb to blow
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Adios serials worldwide
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Once inside ya ride, usin the mic like a screwdriver
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to break down the speed
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While labels were sound asleep, Nowl peeped and creeped
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and stole the ground beneath they feet
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Far from the bail, still makin my sales
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Movin tapes like weight, we's hip-hop cartel
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takin over, no doubt
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Like thongs, they ass out but win amounts with the Doctor
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Dre, all day cash his cheques
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Like Play, I hittin you in the head like strays (BUU-YU-KOW!)
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Nationowl's defence covers my ass
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and team o' outcast niggas who're quick to blast
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Our beat's on hit, keep the peace on
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MC's couldn't find my path (Where you at niggas?)
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[Chorus:]
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Pledge a legiance to my team
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Let's scheme, nigga, we gots ta get CREAM
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Cos worldwide shit's outta control
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Why you can't get down with Nationowl
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Young and old, my niggas who's on parole
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Why you can't get down with Nationowl
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Bitches who own, my niggas whose heart is cold
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Why you can't get down with Nationowl
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Nationowl's anthem, got'cha soul on lock
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still fully loaded, cocked the handgun
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Composed like the Phantom
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while the face of earth gets ugly, we ever lovely
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Bitches who never duck me, "Nowl loved me"
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In thinkin I must spend dough til I'm dizzy
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Assholes around like a frisby
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And for satisfaction chew an MC like Wrigley
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History's about to be made, I met'cha in a way
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tryin ya hardest to delay
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My flight batterin, keep the world ringin like *?Sadaran?*
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Lyrics bone shatterin
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Pretenders wantin to be Cinder-rella
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What? That shoe you tryin ta wears, not fittin
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Now we're strippin niggas like a Chippendale
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I'm rippin hell, burnin the devil and inhale
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[Chorus]
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In the last days, which side will you be on?
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Nationowl's on the side that I beat on
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I demand put me on
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From the door I use MC's to wipe my feet on
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My shit be bumpin like in-grown hair
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For twenty-six years trained in ghetto warfare
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Nigga, I see more green than St. Patrick
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Pro actors, game of life with no practice
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Controllin craps like I had a remote
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It's a rule, now go enter ya tomb
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No joke, much over I scold
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It's some game for all who's tryin ta split ya coats
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Best believe that these are our last years
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Prepare or get done from the rear
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As we move there, where? The final frontier
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United we stand, divided we don't have a prayer
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[Chorus]
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Are you wit me East Coast?
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Are you wit me West Coast?
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Are you wit me?
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Are you wit me?
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Are you wit me West Coast?
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Are you wit me East Coast?
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Are you wit me?
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Are you wit me?
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Nationowl
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Dr Dre |