[Intro: Dr. Dre] Yeah Not many days left (Bring that sh**) [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Too much stress can make a n***a hesitate with no time left (I feel blessed though) Here we go to the next A Dr. Dre exclusive with music bruising your neck (What the f**?) Rip your plans up, Dre's ruling You don't want to f** around with the hands, let alone the gun foolin' Like De La had n***as plug tunin' Me and L had n***as zooming, me and Snoop flew the coup Me keep your a**es moving, with that hot sh** Club n***as like to request this around-the-clock sh** But I do it for my (hood n***as) With rockets Who learned how to survive and fatten them pockets With 'x' amount of dollars the ballers, crime pays But that snake sh**'ll leave that a** in a pine grave Rocking project halls, from your sound-proof stalls Got all you motherf**ers screaming "Yes yes y'all" [Verse 2: Hittman] All we need is 40 ounces and a tool to rule In city duels used to buck fifty fools Now I let off like white kids in elementary schools Hit the news like Stacey Koon to Rodney crazy as a looney tune Kids watch me, b**hes jock me for this sh** Cause Hittman's the breaker of the monotony For a faker man I won't shake your hand Instead I'll shake like land on which you stand like maracas in a mariachi band Got my love back for this sh** Like Joanie for Chachi now I'm a co*ky man again So I ride like the wind In a fly Sedan Benz Hanging out the window when I turn left to watch my rims spin Ha, that line got my friends grinnin' The fine b**hes got my ends spendin' The gin got my mind bendin' In LA I stay balling like Lorenzen Wright Lost angels sin at night And I floss on the timid type Dominique Dawes on that a** End your night