in Gardena California Uh she started tuggin an rubbin on the Swoop I'm wastin my drink swervin in my rag 6 duce uh you didn't know I keep it real
destroy my career" Ha! That's what he says to me? How ya gonna say that Mr. Dr. Doom insane rat sandwich Dr. Octagynocologist Obscenity Now he's on Columbia
your earholes shit pop six Pep Bysmol sick abysmal Bitch suckin' dildos instead of dicks for kicks No time for fake bitches Just sip some orange juice with my real
locust on his grind Baby, focus on his dick and keep your focus off my time Stay in the lane that I made for you to chill Until then it's been real I
been so out... You got sent from heaven! All right, man, light it up, homes! Chong: Ok, check it out man! [Verse 1 - B-Real] I'm the original Dr. Greenthumb
who you know that take nigga vap hits Everybody grows, let me know if you need some Tell me what you want, you can call Dr. Green thumb Put the blunt
look) You fuckin with some real O.G's Bitch please Bitch please, get down on your motherfuckin knees We came to get the motherfuckin G's Yeah, you fuckin' with some real
Snoop] La-da-da-da-dahh [Dre] It's the motherfuckin D.R.E. (Dr. Dre MOTHERFUCKER!) [Snoop] La-da-da-da-dahhh [Dre] You know I'm mobbin with the D-O-double-G [Dr
and a cup to put in the air Nigga, fuck a bitch and fuck you too What a punk mothafucka like you gon' do? I holla'd at Dr. Dre, hit up Bigg Snoop Wit
[Dr. Dre] The streets is talkin' Sayin Dre done changed And he aint been to the hood, well how the fuck i find game? I studied this rap shit, still a
cold We freeze all area codes, they need this, real Gs Critical thesis bound to break shit down to quarter pieces For real, Devil, the boss under the
Thanks it's been real I love you but I just can't deal With the stress this game is giving me... But before I go You know I can't close the show Without
May I have your attention please Will the Reals Slim Shady plese stand up I repeat, Will the real slim shady please standup Were gonna have a problem
-balls in his Aerodactyl plane And make leave makin' me look bad. (CHORUS) It's Dr Surd's rocket. It's Dr Surd's rocket. It's Dr Surd's rocket. It's Dr
who's back Guess who's back You ain't black! So you were poor and you were trailer trash Now ya living like Elvis rollin' in cash Bet ya house is real
the DJs what to play! Understand? Baa baa black sheep, rock star, rap G Make enough dough to own a black card, that's deep I've been getting real fucking
' nails into they own coffins Hear come the Dundee moves rocket launchin' Black Thought, quit playin' him close and back up off him Kweli, spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Lee The real
you've seen on your tv screen since the symphony Follow me as I convey the kinda patience I can say I can take pride in from riding with Dr. Dre to realizing