[Produced by Jake One]
[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Yeah, cla**ic hip hop sh**
Dr. D-R-E, Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
We started out mopping floors
And now we front row at the awards
Number one for the last twenty years
If you real, mothaf**a scream cheers!
Mothaf**a scream cheers!
Heh, and it is what it is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Till the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
Money long, number one twenty years strong
f** a gym, I am him, I'm Andre Young
G5s to 64s, Dre got 'em
If the b**h bad I got her in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real n***a straight out of Compton
The f** you magazine n***as want from me?
I rewrote the game, n***a, now talk money
All black on my Al Capone sh**
I built a house, n***a get your own sh**
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
[Interlude: Rick Ross]
See y'all n***as
Hit the switches on that sh** one time, ugh
Let the top down
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I came a long way from the weed game
Twenty stack seats at the Heat game
And I'm still strapped with the heat man
Can't be steppin' on a n***a feet man
80 pair of sneakers came from the D game
Cousin was a Crip, said it was a C thing
Brown bag money in a duffle bag
f** 'em all, wet 'em and we gotta double back
The homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchen
On the mission, said he get it for his son tuition
Real n***a's dreams comin' to fruition
Stumble, but I never fall, leanin' on my pistol
I only love it when the a** fat
We should listen to this track in my Maybach
I'm just tryin' to be a billionaire
Come and s** a dick for a millionaire
[Interlude: Jay-Z]
Uh, it's just different
I know it feels different
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this sh** while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
But if you don't know, uh
Millions on the wall in all my rooms
n***as couldn't f** with my daughter's room
n***as couldn't walk in my daughter's socks
Banksy b**hes, Basquiat
I ran through that buck fifty Live Nation fronted me
They workin' on another deal, they talkin' two hundred fifty
I'm holdin' out for three
Two seventy five and I just might agree
Ex-D-boy, used to park my Beamer
Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
I only love her if her weave new
I'm still a hood n***a, what you want me to do?
Been hoppin' out the BM with your BM
Taking her places that you can't go with your per diem
Screamin' carpe diem until I'm a dead poet
Robin Williams sh**, I deserve a golden globe b**h!
I take a Ace in the meanwhile
You ain't gotta keep this Khaled, it's just a freestyle
f** rap money, I've made more off grapes
f** show money, I spent that on drapes
Close the curtains, f** boy, out my face
I whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the case
Murder was the case that they gave me
I k**ed the Hermes store, somebody save me
Stuntin' to the max like wavy, oh sh**!
Oh, stuntin' to the max, I'm so wavy
Used to shop at TJ Maxx back in '83
I don't even know if it was open then
I ain't know Oprah then
Have the XL 80 bike
Loud motor, they be like, "Damn!" when I'm comin' through, rrraaanngg
Had the grill in '88, y'all n***as is late
You got all that, right?
I love this sh** like my own daughter
Let's spray these n***as, baby, just like daddy taught ya
Young, this is just different