tongues and this isn't conventional it's compressed warfare as arrows launch at made up faces torpedoing towards fictional places we manufacture hurt like it's
Kim combined The maniac's in Replacin' the doctor 'cause Dre couldn't make it today He's a little under the weather, so I'm takin' his place Oh, that's
a typewriter up her Perez Hilton's ass, shit, almost forgot that He's always shoving something up his ass so why not that? And f-ck it while I'm venting let's
covered, girl, and it shows and I suppose We can play doctor soon as I drop out ya bows I don't wanna dance baby girl, it's like my legs is on strike
before You're always begging us for more Do I look like a fucking bank? Let's see Jerry foot the bill (you think he will?) Innocently victimized Your doctors
shore but you know that got sore Girl who?s a waitress, one with a paycheck Girl who?s a temptress that baby?s all about stress I love the way you let
perv making dirty fake love in his Mercedes lady the word 'rape' sums up events that take place every night you wanna get up but you no your legs will
you not to let me play wit it ay [Interlude skit] Dre: ite look just go up to dat muthafucker, get the muthafuckin money and get the fuck up outta there
And that's fo' sho' [Chorus: Dirty Mouth & (Cutty)] What it is yo, ah what's up (what's up) Can a playa come across some luck (Some luck) Crank you up
that you want me So gone see about a pimp and that monkey and that's fo' sho' What it is hoe, ah what's up Can a nigga get in them guts Cut you up like
general, bow now, fuck saluting I don't really think y'all niggas get it Run up on your with a army it is on until it's done, finished You got a problem
gone see about a pimp and that monkey and that's fo' sho' What it is hoe, ah what's up? (What's up) Can a nigga get in them guts? (Them guts) Cut you up
on the sign, get me up off this pine When I fumble do this every time and it's time, it's time, 'cuz it's time" 'Cuz I'm a coach, not a playa, they
ah, let's see... Tierra del Fuego... Ook! You're so professional, Howie! Oh, it's not... it's nothing... Howie, I mean, the way you gettin' tp-
rehearsed) It's your fault I can believe handshakes I've gone far enough, that's why I'm washed up It's over, I mean it It's over, I believe it now I
mute acceptance? Take up your eyes and see. Take up your ears and hear. Take up your mind and think. Take up your life and act. * It is up to us all
up my ladder, Kid And I'll boost you up yours Let's all stroke together Like the Princeton crew When you're strokin' Mama Mama's strokin' you So what'
