KXNG Crooked - If I Was Dre lyrics

[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?