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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Bring ‘em in, kick ‘em out, bring ‘em in, kick ‘em out
Bring ‘em in, you ain’t freakin we ain’t speakin bitch
Bring ‘em in, kick ‘em out, bring ‘em in, kick ‘em out
Bring ‘em in, it’s Dr. Dre, 50 Cent trick

[50 Cent]
They said we couldn’t do it, look now, I did it
I topped “In Da Club,” I’m still sippin the bubb’
The drama I’m widdit, I get biz, you get it
I breezed on that shiddit, I split your widdig
That’s why a nigga bit it, I can’t forget it
I said I didn’t do it, witnesses said I did it
I’m fresh out on bail, my Benz is all kitted
Five TV’s, my rims is so siddick
I cruise through your bitch and just fall in love with it
Baby come in – girl I wanna give it to you
Once I’m in – in sum, I’m a freak with it
Money come quiddick, hot shit I spit it
G-Unit kitted, blue New York fitted
Shorty wanna cut, oh yeah, I’m with it
She come to my hotel room, she know she gon’ get it
It’s exercise, my homey he been waitin
He next to ride

[Chorus]

[50 Cent - singing]
People always talkin ’bout
My reputation~! I don’t love ‘em, I don’t need ‘em
I don’t love ‘em, I don’t need ‘em, I don’t love ‘em
I don’t care, what she do, with him
It’s all good with me
Soo-oooh-ooooooooh

[50 Cent]
Yeah
They can’t do it how I do it, I’m #1, I knew it
I thug, do my thang, and gangsters bop to it
It’s hit after hit, damn I’m on the road
I’m like James Brown now, man I got soul
Naw I ain’t a pimp but HELL YEAH I got hoes
I was born due to this, when I breathe I make a killin
You think I’m bullshittin, my money touchin the ceiling
Can’t buy condos, I’m buyin the building
I’m pissin the wrong women, R. Kelly do it to children
You bet against me boy, I’ma hurt your feelings
Cause over and over I’ma keep on winnin
My Rolls Royce tinted, your Phantom rented
That’s why we never ever ever see you in the hood with it
Man e’rybody know, like e’rywhere I go
When 50 in the club shit just go out of control
You can blame it on Em, or blame it on Dre; okay~!

[Chorus]

[Intro: Dr. Dre]

Ha, yeah, hell yeah, ha knowhatI’msayin
(Sssss)

[Verse One: Dr. Dre]

Yeah, Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at?
Can’t scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
Don’t even respect your ass
That’s why it’s time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
Nigga bow down to the row
Fuckin me, now I’m fuckin you, little hoe
Oh, don’t think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah it’s me so I’ma talk on
Stompin on the ‘Eazy’est streets that you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and stay low-key
B.G. cause you lost all your homey’s love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked wit me, now it’s a must that I fuck wit you

[Interlude: Dr. Dre]

Yeah, that’s what the fuck I’m talkin about
We have your motherfuckin record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You knowhatI’msayin, punk motherfucker
(We want Eazy, we want Eazy)

[Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg’s in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row’s in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
The sounds of a dog brings me to another day
Play with my bone, would ya Timmy
It seems like you’re good for makin jokes about your jimmy
But here’s a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
I heard she was the ‘Frisco dyke
But fuck your mama, I’m talkin about you and me
Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T
Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn’t vicious
And them rhymes you were kickin were quite bootylicious
You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy?
With ya mama and your daddy hollin’ Bay-Bee
So won’t they let you know
That if you fuck with Dre nigga you’re fuckin wit Death Row
And I ain’t even slangin them thangs
I’m hollin’ one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beeyatch

[Interlude: RBX]

Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherfuckin cranium cracked nigga
Step on up. Now, we ain’t no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERFUCKER!

[Verse Three: Dr.Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg]

Now understand this my nigga Dre can’t be touched
Luke’s bendin over, so Luke’s gettin fucked, busta
Musta, thought I was sleazy
Or though I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy
Animosity, made ya speak but ya spoke
Ay yo Dre, whattup, check this nigga off loc
If it ain’t another ho that I gots ta fuck with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick’s gots to fit
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya on stage rappin at your wack-ass concerts
And I’ma snatch your ass from the backside
To show you how Death Row pull off that who-ride
Now you might not understand me
Cause I’ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami
Then we gon creep to South Central
On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple
Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap
Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat
You tryin to check my homey, you better check yo self
Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, MOTHERFUCKER
Yeah nigga…

[Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again
It don’t stop, Punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
Compton style nigga,
Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin house, yeah
Long Beach in the motherfuckin house, yeah
Yeah, straight up, really doe
Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like
YouknowhatI’msayin?
All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat dick
Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick
Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick
Luke, can eat a fat dick, yeah…