Dr. Dre - 7187 lyrics

Easy Yves Saint (Verse 1) Nobody surviving I'm digging the grave getting the coffin That Cuban shining? In dropping that n***a then pick it up off him My n***as arrive? My n***as are riding Ya kid is an orphan And I can't lie yo, this G-sh**? Fricking exhausting The b**hes eyeing My n***as are flossing I'm gripping the iron I know them jackers out and I ain't slipping. Caution Crossing me without crossing ya t's and dotting your I's is ya demise I keep pistols in clubs and tips for doormen Feel me The ability for villainy still in me I feel the need to say chilling is still the key That n***a grilling but all of my villains concealing heat More dots on ya head than Krillin for feeling realer than me Prophecies, I fulfill em.. Cuz. profit speaks Ain't Moses I'm talking bout need a yacht to chop up my sea So my exodus is more like, ex or dust Saying let my people go cuz the system unequal though Yo. Symbol of freedom? Sick. Ill eagle Anything to feel regal that even if its illegal Them chips? They got a grip on the soul You would k** people that separate you from precious You'll flip. I feel smeagol I'm getting it in. I'm in it to win I swear the game is just like p**y Im gone! sh**. I'm in it again One minute ya friends Next minute it ends So if the game is like p**y must be a trucker cuz ya minutemen Juice like Minute Maid, sit in the shade with sinners who been prolonging the winter eternal summers a bummer Haven't even begun to examine the mind of the under world hunger Lingers among us until we hung up Jerseys. untuck em Sloppiness undoes em Balling longer Spalding. Forgot we the ones running To keep it one hundred If ya ain't the one hunting, good will doesn't exist my n***a I dun done it Yo I'm hard in Queens. Hard in Houston like Bobby Brown I'm Pretty Willie feel me? "Lay Your Body Down." Prolly sound like robbery or innuendo. That's for p**y n***as and getting p**y that ain't coincidental I chose this instrumental Its 187 from 718 I'm 817 funky hold up My fort's worth is a fort knox I knock farts I'm ga**ed ya a** too weak/Two week. Fortnight Look up the meaning of fortnight then fall back A, battle of whits expensive can you afford that? I,m twisting the door knob Ringing the door bell Wiping my feet on you little n***a. Doormat Doormat! Doormat! Doormat! That's why I'm special I swear my divas adore that Two ways in high school Three ways before rap f** the motorola. Group s**, no more chat Put this sh** to sleep like a snorlax. Where the morgue at? I'm, nice with the lyrics I earned the right to ignore that Might just dumb it down on purpose just annoy cats Make an ABC joint for the broads then, make an example of the first n***a talk back Have me say nice things bout him in all black n***a