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[Eminem - Verse 1:] |
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I want you to understand something |
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That when I come up in this bitch, I want the fans jumping |
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I want them fists pumping in the air, I don't look like a millionaire |
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But I feel like a million bucks, Ladies won't you fill your cups? |
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Shady's come to fill you up, if you a D or a C-cup |
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You can even be a B, it's just me and D-R-E |
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You'll be in the E-R, we are strapped with so much T-N-T |
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We may blow, no, not even C-P-R from the EMT |
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Can help you to resuscitate, You bustas must be flustered, wait |
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You can't cut the mustard, What's your problem, can't you bust a grape? |
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(chk chk) What's my name? Shady came to crush the game |
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Instantly, not even fair to them cause they pale in comparisons |
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So much they might as well wear a skin, don't you wish you could just share his pen? |
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Cause this shit is getting embarrassing, the fog is thick and the air is thin |
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Cause he won't even let them try to breathe, Dadidadidadadi |
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He makes it look so easy, Girl you just hit the lottery |
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[Eminem - Chorus:] |
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Now this would be the part of the song |
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Where they drop the needle on and hell breaks loose |
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Try to restrain us, you can't contain us |
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We still gonna make it stick no matter what we do |
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Everywhere we go, it seems we looking |
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For any excuse to just cut loose |
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So this would be the part of the song |
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Where they drop the needle on and hell breaks loose |
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[Dr. Dre (Eminem) - Verse 2:] |
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This is when shit hits the fan like it just flat out don't stand |
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This is the only moment that matters, your homie rolling with Mathers |
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Then chaos erupts, Em's in back, Dre's in the front |
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So do what we say and once it's over like a suance, it hums |
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(It makes them stay in a trance, No choice, they have to dance) |
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It's like the playoffs, just making sure that we stay in the hunt |
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Take a day off or what? Man, you better lay off the blunts |
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You must be smokin' something, think I ain't smokin' nothing, stay off my nuts |
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Now hit the floor, baby, time to wipe away all the rust |
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Shake all them cobwebs loose, loosen up with a little bit of Grey Goose |
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Yeah, girl, shake that caboose, I don't wanna see you try to make no excuse |
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D-R-E is on the loose, I'm like a goose when it comes to the Chronic use |
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You know I can't stand to lose, Me and my goons are like animals |
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Wake up like a pack of wolves and we came here to extract the roof |
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Yeah, man, ain't that the truth? Girl, your mans is like in the booth |
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Definitely back up in this bitch, You swing? All hell breaks loose |
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[Chorus] |
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Now this would be the part of the song |
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Where they drop the needle on and hell breaks loose |
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Try to restrain us, you can't contain us |
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We still gonna make it stick no matter what we do |
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Everywhere we go, it seems we looking |
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For any excuse to just cut loose |
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So this would be the part of the song |
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Where they drop the needle on and hell breaks loose |
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[Eminem] |
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Now I know you're feelin discouraged but homie just mark my words |
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I'm mur-durin the flow, liquid courage I'm fin' to blow |
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As soon as we hit the do' power surges head to toe |
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I'm sure to push it as far as words are meant to go |
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We're in the indigo Winnebago with tinted windows |
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Ferocious as we proceed to beat up the block wit yo' hoe |
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With speakers knockin it's 3 o'clock, me and Doc then proceed to drop |
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"E" and hop out the vehicle and knock on your do' |
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[Dr. Dre] |
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Yeah, so let us in 'fore we huff and puff and we blow |
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We ain't bluffin for nothin, we'll knock the stuffin out you |
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Revenge is so sweet, move 'til you injure your feet |
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Yeah, move it or lose it freak, move to the beat, lose yourself indubitably |
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Pass up on that little cute chick right there that'll be pretty damn stupid of me |
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Born and raised in the C-P-T, yeah Los Angeles, rules of the streets |
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Them haters hatin on me, but I refuse to lose any sleep |
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Keep that deuce-deuce in the seat, Dre fall off that's news to me |