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Artist: dr. dre and ll cool j
[dr. dre]
I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it
Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah
*repeat 2x*

Yeah, yeah, come on

[ll cool j]
Uh, you know you a freak
Before the album went platinum, ya hardly speak
And now you're skin grinnin, gassed off the chrome rims and
Twenty room mansion, i rest my timb's in
Uhh, i feel it how ya shake it
Rings in ya belly, i can't take it
Toss up your moet, money make it
Last week frontin, tonight butt naked
I got the flava, make em zoom-a-zoom
The ll cool j, [fuck it] give me room
Looked up in my eyes as i lowered the boom
Twenty thousand freaks packed up in one room, uhh

[dr. dre]
All i wanna do, is zoom-a-zoom zoom zoom
(mmmm, whatchu wanna do) uhh, whatchu wanna do?
*repeat 2x*

[dr. dre]
Once again it's on, can't be home
The crime got me in the zone; homies blowin up the celly phone
The world knew i had to come once mo'
And just to let y'all know, i do my thing and still blow
Nuff to burn ten mill' cells, confirmed
The most anticipated since tyson's return
So come on everybody let's all get down
Cause what we have, is a brand new sound

[ll cool j]
All the mommies in the house gettin live tonight
They wanna (zoom zoom zoom, zoom zoom-zoom)

And all my dogs feel the vibe tonight
They wanna (zoom zoom zoom, zoom zoom-zoom)

Say what?

[dr. dre]
All i wanna do, is zoom-a-zoom zoom zoom
(mmmm, whatchu wanna do) uhh, whatchu wanna do?

[dre] all i wanna do, is zoom-a-zoom zoom zoom
[ll] dre, whatchu wanna do?
[dre] mr. smith, it's on you, uh

[ll cool j]
In other words, it's gon' be like that
You young boys is blind, i'm seein them cats
Evolutionary (what?) revolutionary and legendary
I got a climax waiting for each and every cherry
I'm like a narcotic, niggaz is microscopic
Dr. dre and cool j, is the topic
Forever, my lyrics is rough and energetic
Them cats is blazin? i don't get it, they cosmetic
If shorty wanna step up? i'll twist his neck up
You can't get no money battling me; that's like ripping your check up
What partna? take ten paces and turn around
That quick, yo' whole ghost town is burnin down (woooof!)
What i spit, manipulates whole clicks
Make em conversate on how real niggaz ride my dick
It's like a serum, i just can't hear em
All them new niggaz poppin new shit, i never fear em

As we proceed
To give you what you need
Satisfaction guaranteed
Work and die
Yeah, yeah

[dr. dre]
I got my mind made up, come on; get in, get into it
Let it ride, tonight's the night, yeah
*repeat 3x*

Artist: dr. dre featuring snoop doggy dogg, dat nigga daz, jewell
Intro: jewell

Uh no, ride with me, ooh babe
Uh no, ride with me, oh yeah
So many people wanna ride with me
Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me
And if you're down to ride with me
Cuz you're rollin with the row

Verse one: dr. dre, snoop doggy dogg

Creepin down the back street on deez
I got my glock cocked cuz niggas want these
Now soon as i said it
Seems i got sweated
By some nigga with a tek 9
Tryin ta take mine
Ya wanna make noise, make noise
I make a phone call my niggas comin like the gotti boys
Bodies bein found on greenleaf
With their fuckin heads cut off
Motherfucker i'm dre
So listen to the play-by-play
Day-by-day
Rollin in my '4 with sixteen switches
And got sounds for the bitches
Clockin all the riches
Got the hollow points for the snitches
So would you just walk on by
Cuz i'm too hard to lift
And no this ain't aerosmith
It's the motherfuckin d-r-e
From the cpt
On a rhymin spree
A straight g
Hop back as i pop my top ya trip
I let the hollow points commence to
Pop pop pop
Yeah
Cuz if it don't stop
I have to put my shit in reverse
Go back and take another stop
Cuz i'm

Rollin down the motherfuckin backstreets
Wit my drink and my cup and my strap in my lap, see
Ain't nothin but the g funk, bumpin in my ????
Hell yeah

[dre] with all the niggas sayin

Chorus: jewell

So many people wanna ride with me
Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me (hell yeah)
And if you're down to ride with me
Cuz you're rollin with the row!
(with all the niggas sayin)
So many people wanna ride with me
Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me (hell yeah)
And if you're down to ride with me
Cuz you're rollin with the row!

Verse two: dre, snoop

Just another motherfuckin day for dre
So i begin like this
No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists
It's just that gangster glare
With gangsta raps
That gangsta shit
Makes a gang of snaps
Uhh, word to the motherfuckin streets
And word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats
That i hit ya with
That i get ya with
As i groove in my '4 on deez
Hittin the switches
Bitches relax while i get my proper swerve on
Bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on
But before i hit the dope spot
I gotta get the chronic, the remy martin and my soda pop
Now i'm smellin like indo-nesia
Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
Cuz my '4 on hit
Pancake front and back, side to side
And all that shit
So when i crawl i comes correct
Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga
Now let the chevrolet slide
As i dip a nigga trip to the south side
Yeah

Right back up in you it's the d-r-e
Witta ounce as we bounce thru the cpt
Diamond in the back, gators on the wheels
This is strictly for my bitches, now we're hittin in switches
Niggas gettin jealous cuz hos be on our dick
But dre don't give a fuck and i don't give a shit
So the '4 won't blow
Stoppin by the spot to get some indo

[dre] with all the motherfuckin bitches sayin

Chorus: jewell

So many people wanna ride with me
Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me (hell yeah)
And if you're down to ride with me
Cuz you're rollin with the row!
(with all the motherfuckin bitches sayin)
So many people wanna ride with me (check this out)
Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me ( no hell yeah!)
And if you're down to ride with me
Cuz you're rollin with the row!

Verse three: dat nigga daz

It's like long beach, compton, la and wotts
I come thru beatin down your block wit a million-plus watts
I burn double peelout, check it out, it's me now
It's young daz from the pad, homie, watch me skee'd out
I'm on a mission to mission with tha time for the streets
Me and my homeboys clownin we be bouncin to the beat
I come thru rattlin and shakin plus i break down walls
Me and my doggs ain't breakin no law
Put the ???? in the verse, took a sip for the thirst
Swervin by the curb while blazin the 'erb, nickel bird
She got my sounds, the way i floss throughout the town
Me and my partners from the row, partners from the pound
Big style, joe coomey and snoop, nate and kurupt
Tray deee, technique, badass and doggystyle
Put it work, day and night, night and day, but any day (hell yeah)
You come around the way you won't live the next day
Check it out!

Chorus: jewell

So many people wanna ride with me (with everybody sayin)
Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me
And if you're down to ride with me (hell yeah)
Cuz you're rollin with the row!
So many people wanna ride with me (yeah)
And if you're down to ride with me
Cuz you're rollin with the row! (you wanna ride?)

Outro: dre, (daz)

I said swing down sweet chariot stop and, (what? what?) let me ride
(cuz you're rollin with the row!)
Swing down (word) sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Swing down sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Swing down sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Yeah ha ha
Yeah (check it out), you wanna ride with me
Uh, wit everybody sayin
(wit all my niggas with the humps and the bumps in the truck)
(they keep on fuckin with niggas rollin down) uh (what you want?)
Knowi'msayin? (come on let me ride, come on nigga let me ride)
Uh uh, (feelin good like ya should) ass
(homie what you're doin) grass
(when you're up to no good) a gas
(doin what you're feelin, let me ride) nobody rides free
(let me ride) hell yeah
(doin what you're feelin, ya cold chillin)
(doin what you want, top billin)
(motherfucker) knowhuti'msayin? (let'cha ride) huh huh huh huh
(i let'cha ride) yeah, you wanna ride?

Intro:

Yeah, whattup, this is dr. dre
The party's goin on
Thank god it's friday

["buck buck buck buck booyaka shan!" - krs one" repeat 4x]

Chorus:

Keep their headz ringin (ding ding dong ring-gading ding ding dong)
Repeat 2x

Verse one:

[hey you, sittin over there] say what?
[you better get up out of your chair] that's right
[and work your body down] yeahhh...
[no time to funk around, cause we gon....]
Funk, you, right on up
So get up, get a move on, and get your groove on
It's the d-r-e the spectacular
In a party i go for your neck so call me blackula
As i drain a niggaz jugular vein
And maintain to leave blood stains so don't complain
Just chill, listen to the beats i spill
Keepin it real, enables me to make another meal
Still, niggaz run up and try to kill at will
But get popped like a pimple, so call me clearasil
I wipe niggaz off the face of the earth since birth
I been a bad nigga, now let me tell you what i'm worth
More than a stealth bomber, i cause drama
The enforcer, music flows like a flying saucer
Or a 747 jet, never forget
I'm that nigga that keeps the hoes panties wet
The mic gets smoked, once you hear the beat kick
With grooves so funky, they come with a speed stick
So check the flavor that i'm bringin
The motherfuckin d-r-e, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin

(chorus)

Verse two:

One-two for the crew, three-fo' for the dough
Five for the hoe, six-seven-eight for death row
Mad niggaz about to feel the full effect of intellect
So i can collect respect, plus a check
Now i fin' to, get into to, my mental
Will take care of this business i need to attend to, cuz my rent's due
And this rap shit's my meal ticket
So you god damn right i'm gonna kick it, or get evicted
I bring terror like stephen king
A black casanova, runnin niggaz over like christine
When i rock the spot with the flavor i got
I kick plenty of ass, so call me an astronaut
As i blast past another nigga's ass that thought he was strong
But i smoke him like grass, just like cheech and chong
When i flow, niggaz know, it's time to take a hike
Cause i grab the mic and flip my tongue like a dyke
I got rhymes to keep you enchanted
Produce a smokesscreen with the funky green to keep your eyes slanted
So check the flavor that i'm bringin
The motherfuckin d-r-e, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin

(chorus)

Verse three:

Debonairre with flair, i scare wear and tear
Without a care, runnin shit as if i was a mayor
But i ain't no politician, no competition
Sendin all opposition to see a mortician
I'm up front, never in the back drop
Step on stage and get faded just like a flat top
Your rhyme sounds like you bought em at stop n go
Dre came to wax you so, just call me mop n glow
Many tried to, but just can't rock with
I'm 6-1, 225, a pure chocolate
Your chances of jackin me are slim g
Cause i rock from summer til santa comes down the chimney
Ho ho ho, and so, as i continue to flow
Cause yo, i'm just a fly negro
So, check the flavor that i'm bringin
The motherfuckin d-r-e, will keep their motherfuckin headz ringin

(chorus)

Artist: sam sneed featuring dr. dre
Verse one: sam sneed (dr. dre)

(i heard sam was going solo) god damn, you didn't know so,
Well i can blast fast so freak an ill type of slow flow.
I'm hitting harder than berry boss so check the golden child,
Throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild.
But truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off niggaz proper,
Did dirt, did west cause i clown coppers (yeah).
Do hip-hop, rap, compose 'em most, i couldn't see me,
Mad advanced and my skills are all about the dollar bills.
From pittsburgh to cali dropping bombs like that,
Was on the d.l. with the squad so i couldn't hold it back.
Black, i regulate i buzz a big gate figure,
Mobbing with the ill nigga, with his finger on a bigger trigger.
Serving all (saps), hitting sevens on the (simps),
Making do', eating shrimps, locing with some real pimps (yeah).
So peep game, best believe i love my peeps
That's why i make the type of music you can pump in your jeeps
(that's right).
So buck my sound, i put it down for the underground,
I got the women cause i'm slamming, jamming.
Got it going on this time for this new producer to rise,
So open your eyes, i think you better recognize.

Hook: dr. dre (sam sneed)

Once again it's the man with the masterplan,
They call him sam and i (think you better recognize) (2x)

Verse two: sam sneed (dr. dre)

I remember days on the blocks where i slang slung played punk cops
And mad props cause i ran with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to uzi's i made g's (say what?),
Them build up enough luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo i stood on my own to pulling capers
I'm a sneaky slick nigga, i never had to pull the trigger (right).
I mack, and on top and that i'm used to staying wicked with just 24-7,
You can ask my ex-hooker.
But now i'm on some new improved shit,
Making hits, stacking chips, now everything's legitimate.
I flipped the scrip a long time ago, on the five-o,
When i had to scope with this new way to make my cash flow (uhm).
Yes indeedy, i wasn't greedy, got my niggaz out the gutter,
Now they're rolling with the sam sneezy.
Hip hop fanatic causing static in the industry,
These whack creators, i call 'em imitators (ah yeah).
Been trying to see me, but see i'm unexplainetory,
With the fame and glory, that's why i gotta tell my story.
With no disguise, a lot of niggaz despise,
Because i'm on an uprise, so i think you better recognize.

Hook: dr. dre (sam sneed)

Once again it's the man with the masterplan,
They call him sam and i (think you better recognize) (2x)
(think you better recognize) (2x)

Verse three: sam sneed (dr. dre)

Well i'm back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy,
So fire up a blunt let's have an end of the sanity.
Crazy shot outs giving pounds to all my niggaz,
Hitting all the hookers by the dozen, cause they dig us (trick).
Fuck what you've heard, recognize what you be seeing,
It's time to earn truth to the game human being.
I'm that little bass nigga trying to get mine, fuck a nine,
Cause i'll incline with the mastermind.
I got my crew in my corner so i can't loose,
Cause i'm paying mad douze in this record biz, i don't snooze.
And suckers be popping at those idiotic egosytible type of flimflam,
I can't be faded sam-am.
Playing with the hustlers never dealing with the knucklehead bollers,
Cause boys play with toys and scholars play with dollars.
I'm a mack of my own right, plus my game is tight,
Baby get it right, i ain't the one, so take flight.
Bitches give my mad rep, nothing but the brazen off tempo,
Thinking they can get my loot, i never trip to knock the boots.
I gotta be wise, when time to dip between the thies,
All eyes on the price, so i think you better recognize.

Hook: dr. dre: (sam sneed)

Once again it's the man with the masterplan,
They call him sam and i (think you better recognize) (2x)
Once again it's the man with the masterplan,
They call him sam and i (think you better recognize) (2x)

Artist: dr. dre featuring dat nigga daz & lady of rage[lady of rage]
All ways and forever, forever and all ways
The rhythm will flow from now and through all days
As long as the sun shines
As long as eisenours on the dime
Yo, i'll be kickin the rhyme
One time for ya mind, your soul your body
D-o-g's on the side of me, smooth as e & j
Hard as bacardi smackin those yaddy-yacks and ducks keep quackin
Hands that are clappin end up cracklin
Under the heat the pressure from the one thats deffer
Egyptian ruler will call me cleo ro nefertiti yes indeedi
Got the eyes of the beedie-body from tahiti
Voice of the will lyrics blow
Chills up ya spine thats illslow
All thoughts in ya mind drop a yo
Came in the front but you be kicked through the back door
For tryin to step, tryin to come incorrect
Tryin to play the left, tryin to start a mess
Tryin to cause fuss, tryin to raise a ruckus...huh
You'll end up ashes to ashes, dusk to dusk
A busta you musta been fuckin on drugs
And alcohol back off, all a yall up against the wall
Spread em, doggs go get em and
Cuff em and stuff em, cold shed em dont let em
Not a word, not another one heard
If you try you die, visions blurred, speech slurred
Served with a cherry on top
Rage in effect i just begun to rock
Yeah rock on witcha bad self rage!
Rock on witcha bad self rage!
Rock on witcha bad self rage!
Rock on witcha bad self....

[dat nigga daz]
Yo..im dat nigga daz who packs a tre-8 slug
A true nigga from the hood and the pound gives love
Yo see...niggas wanna be down but never came around
So back up off my nuts and stop sweatin the pound
You see niggas get broke off like 1,2,3
Cuz im the d-a to the..(d-a-to the..)
D-a- to the z
Now g'z pay attention to this young ass mack daddy
In a caddy-haddy, not known about the city
Where the niggas hang around
So i roll em up and hit em up wit the motherfuckin dogg pound

[kurupt]
I'm rough and rugged and up till to the dirt
I'm from the dogg pound nigga so im puttin in work
I'm no joke who the fuck you tryin to provoke
(1-8-7)it's cool how his ass got smoked
I don't drink no fuckin vsop
I drink the motherfuckin o.g., o-e
Im from the clik that be kickin the gangsta shit bitch
Real niggas real g'z wit real big dicks
I hit em up wit the pound
So what you wanna throw up
Claimin your cocaine or cavi when you blow up
Know what? the pounds in the motherfuckin house
Back again we try to get high as we kin
Dr.dre be kickin phat rhymes and produce and kick shit
I gets more wicked than beetlejuice
Motherfuckers get battered so scatter
Before i keep ya hostage a nigga hostage like the grim reaper
So im comin from my hood...what hood
You really like to know motherfucker i thought you knew
Motherfucker dont you know im stranded on the row
I take a look into the crowd kick a style a flow
I'm mashin, motherfuckers get murdered for action
Relax kid, your rollin wit a fuckin assasin
Outlasted did dirt the other day
Betray, the roll of a g, from the d-o double g
P-o-u-n-d, pound so bow-bow motherfuckin marks
The execute the start, when the chronic gets sparked
Im like ??
Wrecks i flex murderous rhymes to leave you all dead
What said is all said its already spoke
The dead is the dead i aint no fuckin joke
I murder motherfuckers as a hobby
One of my idols aint no joke so why in the fuck should i be
Fly me to the bahamas, ruff rhymer,
Dramas what your kickin, wicked is how im a
Approach ya, the locster, whos quick to up and smoke ya
Your lookin like a smoka, grinnin like the joker
I yolk ya from da back like a bitch talkin shit
But a bitch aint shit, cuz a bitch aint shit
But a ho and trick on my dick
Flip, lets take a trip to the dogg pound
Fools tryed to punk me when i was young but im a hog now
And i gets respect and i step wit a tec 9
Ready to put somethin up in that ass to give respect mine
Fool, deatrow aint lynchin and the pound aint mobbin
We all dont give a fuck run in your crib and start robbin
Throbbin, i'll break a nigga down in the 90's
Maxin at the pound wit my doggs is where you'll find me
Beeyatch..

Artist: eminem f/ swift, bizarre & fuzz


[bizarre]
Yeah...ha ha ha (bang!), yeah, bizarre kid comin' at you
Eminem and fuzz, and mr. swifty, ha ha

No one's iller than me (wha?)
No one, no one is iller than me
No one is iller than me
It's mr. swifty from the 313...

[swift]
I make rappers wanna turn into singers
I keep hoes lickin' they fingers
Bring this competition and face this meanin'
Got your whole crew doing subpeonas
Hell nah you ain't seen a crew genius
Murder whoever's between us, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you can't beat us
While your whole crew treat us like g's, you best believe this
I done made quadrapalegics outta these non-rappin rejects
While the whole world ejects your tape, it ain't no secret
That your shit sounds fake, you can't stop it my mind state
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate
I'm like two-face, i'm painful to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how i gotta bend 'em like route canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well
Be within a 25 to life sentence, on linkin' trials
Horrified, and keep on frontin', repentin' and lose they bowels
Everything is foul when swift's around, vacate now
Niggas dumb enough to try to front and escape, how?
I'm gonna take this 'gnac and drink it straight wild
Niggas steady fallin' in my face like milk crates, blaaaow!

It's swifty from the 313
Like i said no one is iller than me, unnhh!

[bizarre]
Me and eminem and mike
Drivin' down van dyke
Get my dick sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy jason
Should be takin' my medication, it's 9 to 10 i'm facin'
Last week this old man i had to blast
Cuz he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til i checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the hell your tvs and vcrs is at
I done lost 100 pounds, i ain't been eatin' like i should
This wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good!
Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper route
Throwin' bottles at day care centers and yell "everybody get out"!
My girl beat my ass and shot me in the back with a 2-piece
Cuz she found out i was havin' an affair with her 10-year old niece

No one, no one's iller than me
It's bizarre kid straight from the 313
No one, no one is iller than me
It's bizarre kid straight from the 313

[eminem]
Nobody better test me, cuz i don't wanna get messy
Especially when i step inside this bitch, dick freshly
New lugz, give the crew hugs, guzzle two mugs
Before i do drugs that make me throw up like flu bugs
True thugs, rugged unshaven messy scrubs
Whippin' 40-bottles like the fuckin' pepsi clubs
Down a fifth, crack open a six
I'm on my seventh 8-ball, now i gotta take a piss
I'm hollerin' at these hoes that got boyfriends
Who gives a fuck who they was
I'm always takin' someone else's girl like cool j does
They probably don't be packin' anyways, do they fuzz?
We walked up, stomped they asses and blew they buzz
Mics get sandblasted
Stab your abdomen with a hand crafted pocketknife and spill your antacid
Sprayed your motherfuckin' crib up when i ran past it
Fuckin' felon, headed to hell in a handbasket
Talkin' shit will get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious four motherfuckers
Flashin' in front of your face without the grand masters

Slim shady, ain't nobody iller than me

[fuzz]
I run shit like an ass with legs
Massive lead to leave your cabbage red
Similar to your ass in a casket dead
Drastic spread of acid heads
Come to abort you like a bastard egg
That trash you said got you standin' on plastic legs
Ask the feds from past the edge
Rockin' the most classic threads
Flashin' bread, roll down the window
Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red
You can get 'til that ass get red
Bizarre you get him and him, swift you get him and him
I'll get him and him, leave the other two for my nigga eminem
Never writer's block, i block writers
My block's tighter, ante up and get your top fighters
Got fired for jumpin' the counter with a mop stick
Some bitch ran up screamin' get the cops quick!
And got drop kicked, now she screamin' "stop it..."
Got clips to stop shit, rock shit and grab this hot shit
Wherever you shop bitch, fuzz scooter '97 crop pick
Sick a-ya'll niggaz lookin' at me like i got tits
I shoot a rocket through your optic
You niggaz still don't know the top pick?
I got bricks, lose my foot in your ass
And have you shittin' socks bitch!
We rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from al by showin' him hot grits
(no one...)

Ain't nobody iller than me

[bizzare]
It's the mr. fuzzy from the 313
No one, no one is iller than me
It's eminem and swift from the 313
No one, no one is iller than me
It's fuzz and buzz-arre from the 313

You have now witnessed 4 ill emcees!
From the home of potholes and trash
We'll lyrically blast...