T.I. - Topless (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: T.I.] Yeah, yeah, no roof Live life topless, can't nobody stop this [Verse 1: T.I.] Ay, this the DR., in charge saving out artists out the ER Bring them back to life, beats like CPR Made the westside worldwide, no PR Gangsta rap god, I'm the end all, be all California love, from the Bloods to the C-Dogs The Compton monsters make you wanna cut your MP off The greatest in the game, haters should be ashamed For not acknowledging the brain of the west coast king Brought Chronic to the scene, folded pills in the lean Now the game full of puppets, look at me: no strings Again and again I've shown, you seen me Piss on n***as' egos, ruin they self esteem Sky the limit, no roof, I can do what you dream Done it all 'fore you ever did a thing, knamean? Tees and black jeans, no bling, just bang Officially deranged, clinically insane Look Eazy, ain't a damn thing changed, I promise Still live like we did back with "Straight Outta Compton" Taught n***as how to have attitudes on some hood sh** Showed them what to smoke when they were blazing that bullsh** That's why you smell the drug aroma when my record play Not a blemish on my image, decorated resume A legendary legacy All that I was, you'll never be, f** is y'all telling me? Forever on top Face it, you'll never be better than the Doc, ask Pac Again, I say it's never gon' stop Face it, you'll never be greater than the Doc, ask Pac [Hook: Dr. Dre] Guns blaze when I shine Make a wish quick, no star and I'm the shooting kind Front page all the time You boys think sick, but I ain't got no roof on mine (I dream topless, I live topless) Like my girl is the game with her titties out (I dream topless, I live topless) Sky is the limit, I'm paid to run the city now [Verse 2: Eminem] My motto is live by the bottle, so why is my supply low? Bring in a truckload with a high-low Stay grounded, but I still reach for the sky, though Ghetto idol, I think, but what do I know? sh**, I know a lot more than I should The hood stood by me just like I thought it would Don't act like I'm Hollywood when I probably could I don't polly, Muhammad Ali of rap, I don't lolly gag West coast, the home of the body bag The shotty, the mag, Los Angeles, where the party at? You can catch me anywhere where there's Bacardi at Yeah, Andre is back, so have a cardiac Started back with the black, Raiders starter cap Gangsta rap, we practically f**ing started that Everyday with this game I'm getting smarter at Sky's the limit so every time I get on the track [Hook] [Verse 3: Nas] Your skin's your travelling bag of your existence Yours is shabby and scab, while mine's glistenin' Vivid on my skin, how many continents I visit then You can journey with me to different places by listenin' sh**ting on them, your brother got it covered We can slug it, knuckle it, however you want it, I love it A hustler's wit, the grit, the grind My genetic code make up, murderer by design On Mayan calendar time, when night meets day I'm in the light grey Bugatti like a high speed chase Adrenaline like jogger, the jumping rope in place Muhammed Ali hobbies, no Pilates, try'na keep the ocean by me Hit a rich man's wife, see what these hoes can buy me Looking forward, but it's nice to see the road behind me Hotel's a seven star, Baguette's glowing Keep your lid, yet dawg, the private jet Boeing, topless [Hook]