[Intro]
Yo Silkk
Yo Chris
I was just thinking man
If I was Dr Dre what the f** would I say man?
(What would I say?)
I really ain't got sh** to say
(Nothing to prove)
3 empires
Biopic of the century
(No debate)
Billion dollar business deals
(Y'all seen it)
I'd probably say some sh** like this right here
[Verse 1]
f** it, let's do it then
Will I change music again
That depends on what mood I'm in
I can f** the game raw
Smooth without using lubricant
Til it give birth to a new cla** of music you n***as students in
They all wonder about that Doc sh**
What is it that he on?
Is it rock sh**?
Jump in a mosh pit like the Kings of Leon
Nah n***a, it's my sh**
Only thing I'mma be on is whatever I wanna hear me on
That hot sh**
The same sh** you know me for
The same sh** these b**hes blow me for
Even at Lonely Hall your thought was only yours
I'm on the same sh** I was on before
On the court
Doing it for the block
He making Oakland fall
Balling
I got the club leaning
Like it's a drug fiend
And I got the thugs squeezing on they snub thinking
About they upbringing
When I'm upspeaking
About that Compton life
We doing it for the dollars
n***a f** sleeping
Speaking on sleeping
You're sleeping on the biggest threat
Til I got your body of work bleeding on the internet
I'm sick as an emphysema patient
Blowing smoke through the hole in his throat
Chiefing on a cigarette
Even though it's in his neck
No other way to say this n***a
You f**ing with the greatest n***a
I disappear for a minute
And I got that quiet hush money
Now shut the f** up and pay this n***a
[Interlude]
I'm back
(Yeah)
If I was Dre I'd say some sh** just like that
(Just like that)
Let these n***as know
You can't f** with me, man
(Never could)
And then I say some sh** like this
(What?)
[Verse 2]
Soon as they heard my footsteps
n***as start ducking and the bu*ton ain't even pushed yet
b**hes heard I was coming back
And it made they puss wet
I ain't even tied up my chucks or lit up the kush yet
I ain't even told my adoring public
That I got something for 'em
Hardcore and rugged
And of course they gonna love it
And of course I'm regulatin' like Nate
Getting that paper like Warren Buffett
If it ain't about paper, it's a foreign subject
I'm pouring buckets of champagne
Black bottles n***a
Toast to God
I'm music
I'm black Apollo n***a
I laid the blueprints
You rappers have to follow
It's my shoe print I left behind to guide the path for all you n***as
So I don't care what your people sold
He couldn't keep his soul
Sold it for a piece of gold
The billboard is calling me Grim Reaper
Because I put the album charts in a sleeperhold
When I switch into ether mode
Getting money before you could read and write
I count it in the dark cause I get it faster than the speed of light
All you got is rapping
I be on my Phil Jackson
I keep winning without the bullsh**
And I don't even need a mic
But if it's on then it's on
It's that Don Dada sh**
What if Capone did a song
It's that Godfather
Park in the top
This Impala rockin' wallabees
Walk in the top
On my Rockwilder sh**
[Outro]
I'm back Cali
Yeah, I'd say some sh** like that (real talk)
If I was Dr Dre I'd say some sh** just like that
I'd say you n***as couldn't see a picture of me man (not at all)
Only competition is in the mirror
That's the only real talk
And then you know what I'd say before I leave?