Dr. Dre - 195 lyrics

[Produced By Dr. Dre] Yo turn it up a little bit Uhhh [Verse] I idolize nobody I'm prophet in the flesh I body every rapper no test the content No, contest with contenders I bender When I defend her You small fries get no looks ya chicken's tender I got a greed in my eye And I see no degrees in ya rhymes When I spit these sixteens said I define That I-I-I do see degrees in my lines And I'm throwing peace signs at you half a** rappers You ain't at the right angle Nine of these couldn't catch ya Ninetys couldn't catch up, I'm hot dawg The pot sizzlin I gotta throw the sizzle in What you riddling? Foes done froze up, I gotta keep it real Cuz when them hoes gon' show up Man motherf** em still I'm the microphone checka for real No deal, ima have the mic check ya for real [Hook x2] Yeah and ya don't stop It's the golden child known to hold it down from the top