Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Where
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Intro/Chorus:
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As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
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(This ain't no) street sermon, these niggas are determined
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*Repeat*
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Verse 1:Where
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I flow like CD's in the deck
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Moosh fools in the face that lack respect
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Protect ya arm, pitch from the funk
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I deodirise the musty, ya rhymes are crusty, you can't bust G
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So leave me alone I'm in the zone
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Walkin the streets on my own, nigga get blown
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Some niggas say that nigga Where is gone
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But I'm low in the cut and gotta microphone
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Are you gone bust or play bones?
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You motherfuckin clone, get off that nigga's style and get'cha own
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It's Miscellane and it's on again
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For the niggas that slept, they shoulda stayed in step
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And kept ya big fuckin mouth shut
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Chorus
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Verse 2:Where
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I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, back ache
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Advil, Tylenol, Peptol, slept so long realised my world is wrong
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My world is gone like disco
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Blowin up Cisco and in my Cammo
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Standin in back of me was my soul
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Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank roll
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Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold
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A tar can of hos to lubricate my system quick
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Shaky bitches off the dick
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Cos she got a vice grip on the flow from my lips
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I'm slow but equipped with the proper tools
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Show me the one talkin shit so I can drop a fool
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I'm out to glow a nigga roll if he think he Mr CREAM
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Come back on the scene and smoke a phillie, G
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I really dream of gettin mine now let me tell you what's silly
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Me, buckin with my team is murder one
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I heard a gun bustin shots (SHOTS!), down the block (BLOCK!)
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I guess a nigga gettin what he got (GOT!)
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Shit is heavy like a medicine ball and broke niggas to smoke niggas
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I'll fuck one for y'all, they made ya last phone call
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To a trick that didn't even care
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Cos she was gettin fucked somewhere, you're stuck in there
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Now you wanna bust, nigga, now you wanna kill, nigga (Nigga)
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Nigga how ya feel? (Nigga)
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You can't try to be real (You can't try to be real)
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Shit is for real
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Chorus
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Verse 3:Where
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I'm cooler than most, but I got the shorter temper
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And I'm cooler than foes that don't know how it goes
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Let's take it back to the first side
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When you was a new jack and jockin my new track
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But you was wrong, didn't know about the big long
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Head-strong, nicknamed Dav from off the school yard
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Witta teenage group I'm turnin loots to tracks
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Me and my niggas like (These tracks are laced with bomb weed and tight
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lyrics)
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You wanna know what the hos used to do
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When me and my crew came bustin through
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All sorts of blushins brew
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(A neighbourhood find, a gift too swift, Miscellane is the crew)
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Underground till my brown eyed balls turned blue
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This is for the bitches and niggas that wanna front
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I smoke on, I broke on till I spoke on
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Miscellane packin shows like Farrakhan
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Where is on another level with two niggas that's on the same plateau
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Now that's three times your tightest flow
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And three times ya tightest track, three times your fattest sack
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Three times is clever (BUCK!)
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Chorus x 2
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Outro:
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Thou shalt rest in grief who lay buried in the belt
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Barely included work, leaves bodies scarred and hurt
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To art in hell, where the next man dwells
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The place with stankin pussy and crack rock dwells
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As The World Keeps Turning
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Dr.Dre |