Featuring: Dr. Dre & Jay-Z
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[Intro: Dr. Dre]
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Yeah, classic hip hop shit
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Dr. D-R-E
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Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em
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[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
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We started out moppin' floors
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And now we front row at the awards
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Number one for the last twenty years
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If you real, mothafucka scream cheers!
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Mothafucka scream cheers!
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Heh, and it is what it is
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He wanted to shine at the swap meet
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Til them white boys got him in that hot seat
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Only love it when her hair long
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You should listen to this beat through my headphones
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Money long, number one twenty years strong
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Fuck a gym, I am him, I'm Dre young
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G5s to 64s, Dre got 'em
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If the bitch bad I got her in red bottoms
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Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
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Tech nine, one chamber, top shotta
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Bently coupe, new yacht,my helicopter
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Born broke, real nigga straight out of Compton
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The fuck you magazine niggas want from me?
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I rewrote the game, nigga, now talk money
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All black on my Al Capone shit
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I built a house, nigga get your own shit
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I only love it when her hair long
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You should listen to this beat through my headphones
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[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
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See y'all niggas
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Hit the switches on that shit one time, ugh
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Let the top down
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I came a long way from the weed game
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Twenty stack seats at the Heat game
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And I'm still strapped with the heat man
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And we steppin' on a nigga feet man
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80 ? sneakers came from the D game
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Cousin was a Crip, said it was a Z thing
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Brown bag money in a duffle bag
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Fuck 'em all, wet 'em and we gotta double back
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The homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchen
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On the mission, said he get it for his sons tuition
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Real nigga's dreams comin' to fruition
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Stumble, but I never fall, leanin' on my pistol
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I only love it when the ass fat
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We should listen to this track in my Maybach
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I'm just tryin' to be a billionaire
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Come and suck a dick for a millionaire
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[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
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Uh, it's just different
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I know it feels different
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Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
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Play this shit while you play around with my crown
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King H-O, y'all should know by now
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But if you don't know, uh
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? on the wall and all my rooms
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Niggas couldn't fuck with my daughter's room
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Niggas couldn't walk in my daughter's stocks
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? bitches, ?
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I ran through that buck fifty lob nation fronted me
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They workin' on another deal, they talkin' two hundred fifty
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I'm holdin' out for three
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Two seventy five and I just might agree
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Ex-D-boy, used to punk my beamer
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Now look at me, I'm the punk of my own arena
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I only love her if her weave new
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I'm still a hood nigga, what you want me to do?
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Been hoppin' out the ? with your ?
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Taken to places that you can't go with your per diem
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Screamin' carpe diem until I'm a dead poet
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Robin Williams shit, I deserve a golden globe bitch!
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I take the ace in the meanwhile
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3 Kings
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Rick Ross |