...when there was two Dr. Dre's, that's a paradox (pair of Docs)

I'ma just keep bombing, cos the game is mine like IED

Homie the veggies on my plate can fly,\nMy fillet is smoking weed,\nYea fa---t the steaks are high

We're on another tier like a tear duct's upper echelon...

don't call me the champ, call me the space shuttle destroyer, I just blew up d challenger...

Feel like the Earth's axis, the world's turnin' on me

I came to cock block like a square fucking male chicken

so please call me Big Daddy,\nPlus I got the cane and lean on me

Stick my dick in a circle, but I'm not fucking around

Your pussy lyrics, I cunt hear it

For me to rap like a computer must be in my genes, I got a laptop in my back pocket

I basically had to see some shit that'd make you faint like you're fakin a jab

If it wasn't for blow jobs, you'd be unemployed

Call her cinderella, she likes balls.

Call this evil intent, like me in a limo...

Rappers are having a tough time, period. Here's a Maxi pad.

This shit could end up comin' to blows like a wiener...

Now you get to watch her leave out the window\nGuess that's why they call it window pane

Don't try to fix me, I'm broke so I don't work, So are you, but you're broke 'cause you don't work

But my dick's an acronym, cause it stands for you

...and lift the whole liquor counter up,\n'Cause I'm raising the bar

feel like a victim of child abuse, 'cause I am 'bout to get that goddamn belt

If I was to ever take a leave, It would be aspirin to break a feve…

Like a shepherd having sex with his sheep, fuck what you heard

...on the grind like teeth gritting...