testin me (testin me) All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me) Fin'nin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe) Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre
ten minutes I'll make you a believer Tongue touch ya'll have ya shakin like you havin a seizure I make hits about what I do in my leisure G unit gang
quit fuckin with you Just spit ya 16 and do what you gotta do to get through Without mentionin me or the machine or Jimmy Iovine Or Dre or 50 or D-Twizzy
tot, qui ne rentrent que l'soir. Moi j'exporte mes fonds j'prie pour mes defunts 9.3 et senegal' on a les mains trop sale. Gangsta Jackpot fumeur
Khan... My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre I party through L.A, now baby what you gotta say [Verse 1] My name is Nicky, but you can call me Dre
the gangsta lean I gots to pop me a not soon as we hit the spot so I can hit the ho twice and see how much cash she got me and 'dre will hop out when
another man "Now which part of 'suck my dick' don't you understand? " "Who are you? " "The man with a gun. Pow. How bout you? " "Suck my dick" "Suck my... " [Snoop Dogg 'Dre
and bob my head to the song Fall through the door with a smirk Haters feelings gettin' hurt Cause I pulled that main skirt Mac Dre on my shirt You know
my ride to make a quick run... I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night Tighter than a mutharfuckin' gangsta
(Feat. Cashis) (Intro) (Cashis & Bobby Creekwater) The Motherfucking Gangster And A Gentleman (Oh) I Am The Gangster Capo Cashis Creek The Gentleman
my face and fucked me in my fanny, I ain't a racist I just hate whites, fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites, 13 years old And joined a fucking gang
laser dick to a bitch like Kendra, playa I'm on tracks hustlin my pen, I'm a Nigga With Attitude Like Ren and Dre, keepin verses gangsta And I teach my
Dirtbag] Hey me and your misses sippin Crissy up in the clubs and Oh my god! judgin between a sud, huh I'ma gangsta, for you little slugs Shoulders your
know we got em) (I got 'em... Ludaa) [Ludacris:] I throw it up like a cap and tassel I got my rap diploma I throw it up like the gangs in Southern California
they shot it (blaow) Now that the rap game is rotted, I gotta do somethin 'bout it (Why are we... late) I was movin mixtapes, while Dre was movin the "
as a chemist recital A fairy tale rap, from cast as American Idol Wanna-be's, it ain't a gangsta bone in em The type that twitch, when you take a gangsta
ain't fuckin wit you [Verse 2] Lets see, Eazy fucked Cube And Eazy fucked Dre Cube broke the fuck out, but Dre told to stay Dre dissed Cube, but then
back once, the clock is gon' strike twelve again And I'm most requested in my old hood From Martel to Springdale, and all through Club Candlewood You can ask Cool Cane or Dre