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2022 superbowl halftime show

2022 superbowl halftime show

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Video Link ===>https://youtu.be/gdsUKphmB3Y

Look for the Satanic symbols all through the performance ....It starts with Black Widow Spider and the Eye.

D.R.E. hand

Setlist

  • The Next Episode – Snoop Dogg
  • California Love – Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg
  • In Da Club – 50 Cent
  • Family Affair – Mary J. Blige
  • No More Drama  – Mary J. Blige
  • M.a.a.D City – Kendrick Lamar
  • Alright – Kendrick Lamar
  • Forgot About Dre – Dr. Dre, Kendrick Lamar and Eminem
  • Lose Yourself – Eminem
  • Still D.R.E. – Dr. Dre with Snoop Dogg, Mary J. Blige, 50 Cent, Kendrick Lamar, and Eminem

Lyrics-----------------------------------------------------

 

The Next Episode ------------------

Dr. Dre

La-da-da-da-dah

It's the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G

Snoop Dogg!

La-da-da-da-dah

You know I'm mobbin' with the D.R.E.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You know who's back up in this, motherfucker!

What? What? What? What?

So blaze the weed up then (Blaze it up, blaze it up)

Just blaze that shit up, nigga

Yeah, 'sup Snoop?

Top Dogg, bite 'em all, nigga burn the shit up

D-P-G-C, my nigga turn that shit up

C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin' back up

And when they bang this in the club, baby, you got to get up

Thug niggas, drug dealers, yeah they givin' it up

Lowlife, yo' life, boy we livin' it up

Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party fo' sho'

Slip my hoe a forty-fo' when she got in the back door

Bitches lookin' at me strange but you know I don't care

Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin' my hair

Bitch quit talkin', Crip walk if you down with the set

Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet

Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap

And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trap

Come back, get back, that's the part of success

If you believe in the X you'll be relievin' your stress

La-da-da-da-dah

It's the motherfuckin' D.R.E. (Dr. Dre, motherfucker)

La-da-da-da-dah

You know I'm mobbin' with the D-O-double-G

Straight off the fuckin' streets of C-P-T

King of the beats you ride to 'em in your Fleet, Fleetwood

Or Coupe DeVille rollin' on dubs

How you feelin', whoopty-whoop, nigga what?

Dre and Snoop chronic'ed out in the 'llac

With D.O.C in the back, sippin' on 'gnac (Yeah)

Clip in the strap, dippin' through hoods (What hood?)

Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood!

South Central out to the Westside

It's California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang of pub

I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club

With my jeans on, and my team strong

Get my drink on, and my smoke on

Then go home with, somethin' to poke on

Loc it's on for the two-triple-oh

Comin' real, it's the next episode

Hold up, hey

For my niggas who be thinkin' we soft

We don't play

We gon' rock it 'til the wheels fall off

Hold up, hey

For my niggas who be actin' too bold

Take a seat

Hope you're ready for the next episode

He-hey-hey-hey

Smoke weed everday

 

California Love---------------

From the depths of the sea, back to the block

Snoop Doggy Dogg, Funky, yes but of the Doc

Went solo on that a**, but it's still the same

Long Beach is the spot where I served my cane

Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, but don't lose your grip

Nine-trizzay's the yizzear for me to f*** up s***

So I ain't holdin nuttin back

And m*********** I got five on the twenty sack

It's like that and as a matter of fact [rat-tat-tat-tat]

Cuz I never hesitate to put a n**** on his back

[Yeah, so peep out the manuscript

You see that it's a must we drop gangsta s***]

What's my m*********** name?

 

[Chorus:]

 

Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (yeah yeah yeah)

Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb)

Da-duh-da-da-dah

Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh! (Dog)

 

[Verse Two:]

 

It's the bow to the wow,when i'm creepin and crawlin

Yiggy yes y'allin, Snoop Doggy Dogg in

the m*********** house like everyday

Droppin s*** with my n**** Mr Dr. Dre

Like I said, n***** can't f*** with this

And n***** can't f*** with that

s*** I just drop cuz ya know it don't stop

Mr. One Eight Seven on a m*********** cop

Tic toc never the glock just some nuts and a c***

Robbin m************ then I kill dem blood claats

Then I step through the fog and I creep through the smog

Cuz I'm Snoop Doggy (who?) Doggy (what?) Doggy [Dogg]

[Chorus:]

 

Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg

Snoop Doggy, Do-owww-ohhhh-oggg (the bomb)

Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyo (the bomb)

Bowwowwowyippyyoyippyyay, bowwowwowyippyyoyoyoyoyoyo

 

[Verse Three:]

 

Now just wave your hands in the m*********** air

And wave the m************ like ya just don't care

Yeah roll up the dank, and pour the drank

And watch your step (why?) cuz Doggy's on the gank

My bank roll's on swoll

My s***'s on hit, legit, now I'm on parole, stroll

with the Dogg Pound right behind me

and up in yo b****, is where ya might find me

Layin that, playin that G Thang

She want the n**** with the biggest nuts, and guess what?

He is I, and I am him, slim with the tilted brim

What's my m*********** name?

California love!

 

1-California...knows how to party

California...knows how to party

In the citaaay of L.A.

In the citaaay of good ol' Watts

In the citaaay, the city of Compton

We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!

 

Verse One: Dr. Dre

 

Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west

A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness

The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest

Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of s**

We in that sunshine state with a bomb a** hemp beat

the state where ya never find a dance floor empty

And pimps be on a mission for them greens

lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends

I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes

ever since honeys was wearin sassoon

Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me

Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace

It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay

Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay

Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way

Dre puttin it down for

Californ-i-a

 

Family Affair------------------

 

Let's get it crunk up on

Have fun up on, up in this dancery

We got ya'll open, now ya floatin'

So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration

Holleration in this dancery

Let's get it percolatin', while you're waiting

So just dance for me

Come on, everybody get on up

'Cause you know we gots to get it crunk

Mary J. is in the spot tonight

As I'ma make it feel alright (make it feel alright)

Come on baby, just, party with me

Let loose and set your body free (oh)

Leave your situations at the door

So when you step inside jump on the floor

Let's get it crunk up on (let's get crunk up on)

Have fun up on, up in this dancery

We got ya'll open, now ya floatin'

So you gots to dance for me (gots to dance for me)

Don't need no hateration

Holleration in this dancery (holler, holler, holler)

Let's get it percolatin', while you're waiting

So just dance for me

Ooh, it's only gonna be about a matter of time

Before you get loose and start lose your mind

Cop you a drink, go head and rock your ice

'Cause we celebrating no more drama in our life

With the Dre track pumpin', everybody's jumpin'

Goin ahead and twist your back and get your body bumpin'

I told you, "Leave your situations at the door"

So grab somebody and get your ass on the dance floor

Let's get it crunk up on

Have fun up on, up in this dancery (in this dancery)

We got ya'll open, now ya floatin'

So you gots to dance for me (and you gots to dance for me)

Don't need no hateration

Holleration in this dancery

Let's get it percolatin', while you're waiting

So just dance for me

We don't need no haters (y'all we don't need 'em, no)

We're just tryin' to love one another (love)

We just want y'all have a good time (mm-hmm)

No more drama in your life (mm-mm, no)

Work real hard to make a dime

If you got beef, your problem, not mine (yeah, not mine)

Leave all that B-S outside

We're gonna celebrate all night (all night)

Let's have fun, tonight, no fights

Turn that Dre track way up high (turn it up, turn it up)

Making you dance all night and I (all night long)

Got some real heat for ya this time (real heat for ya)

Doesn't matter if you're white or black (doesn't matter, doesn't matter)

Let's get crunk 'cause Mary's back

Let's get it crunk up on (let's get it crunk up on )

Have fun up on, up in this dancery (in this dancery)

We got ya'll open, now ya floatin'

So you gots to dance for me (so you gotta dance for me)

Don't need no hateration (dance for me)

Holleration in this dancery (dance for me)

Let's get it percolatin', while you're waiting (let's get it, let's get it, let's get it)

So just dance for me

Let's get it crunk up on (dance for me)

Have fun up on, up in this dancery (let's get crunk up on)

We got ya open, now ya floatin' (all I want y'all to do)

So you gots to dance for me (is just dance, just dance)

Don't need no hateration (come on, come on)

Holleration in this dancery (come on, come on, come on, come on)

Let's get it percolatin', while you're waiting

So just dance for me

Let's get it crunk up on

Have fun up on, up in this dancery (oh, yeah)

We got ya'll open, now ya floatin'

So you gots to dance for me (you gotta dance for me)

Don't need no hateration (just dance for me)

Holleration in this dancery (just dance for me)

Let's get it percolatin', while you're waiting (dance for me, dance for me)

So just dance for me (dance for me, yeah)

Let's get it crunk up on (dance for me)

Have fun up on, up in this dancery (come on y'all dance)

We got ya open, now ya floatin' (dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, oh)

So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration

Holleration in this dancery (we don't need no haters, we just want y'all to holla)

Let's get it percolatin', while you're waiting (holla if you hear me, get it percolatin')

So just dance for me (yeah)

 

No More Drama--------------------

 

So tired, tired of all this drama

You go your way, I go my way (no more, no more)

I want to be free

Broken heart again

Another lesson learned

Better know your friends

Or else you will get burnt

Gotta count on me

Cause I can guarantee that I'll be fine

No more pain (no more pain)

No more pain (no more pain)

No drama (no more drama in my life)

No one's gonna make me hurt again

Why'd I play the fool

Go through ups and downs

Knowing all the time

You wouldn't be around

Or maybe I like the stress

Cause I was young and restless

But that was long ago

I don't wanna cry no more

No more pain (no more pain)

No more game (no more game, messin' with my mind)

No drama, no more in my life (no more drama in my life, no one's gonna make me hurt again)

No more tears (no more tears, I'm tired of cryin every night)

No more fears (no more fears, I really don't wanna cry)

No drama, no more in my life (no more drama in my life, I don't ever wanna hurt again)

Wanna speak my mind, wanna speak my mind

Ouh, it feels so good

When you let go of all the drama in your life

Now you're free from all the pain (free from all the pain)

Free from all the game (free from all the game)

Free from all the stress (free from all the stress)

So find your happiness

I don't know

Only God knows where the story ends for me

But I know where the story begins

It's up to us to choose

Whether we win or lose

And I choose to win

No more pain (no more pain)

No more game (no more games, I'm tired, I'm so tired)

No drama (no more, no more)

No more in my life (no more, no more, no more)

No more drama (I'm tired of all this drama)

No more drama

No more drama

No more drama

No more drama

No more drama

No more drama

No more drama

No more drama

No more drama

Oh no, oh no, no more, no more, no more drama, no more drama

In my, in my

Life

I'm so tired

I'm so tired (so tired of all this drama)

 

M.a.a.d. City------------------------

 

If Pirus and Crips all got along

They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song

Seem like the whole city go against me

Every time I'm in the street I hear

"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!"

"Man down

Where you from, nigga?"

"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?"

"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"

"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga"

Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane

This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine

This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain

Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain

It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans

It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self

Uh, Warriors and Conans

Hope euphoria can slow dance with society

The driver seat the first one to get killed

Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out

At the same burger stand where-, hang out

Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it

But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different

That was back when I was nine

Joey packed the nine

Pakistan on every porch is fine

We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time

With the sliding door, fuck is up?

Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?

Pickin' up the fuckin' pump

Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch

A wall of bullets comin' from

Ak's, AR's, "Aye y'all. Duck"

That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch

Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose

You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce

Now crawl yo' head in that noose

You wind up dead on the news

Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin'

Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies

Iv's on top of IV's

Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys

When you hop on that trolley

Make sure your color's correct

Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect

They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except

When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat

You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC

Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess

M.a.a.d city

"Man down

Where you from, nigga?"

"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?"

"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"

"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga"

If Pirus and Crips all got along

They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song

Seem like the whole city go against me

Every time I'm in the street I hear

"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!

Wake yo' punk ass up!

It ain't nothin but a Compton thang

Chyea

Real simple and plain

"Let me teach you some lessons about the street

(Smoke somethin', nigga)

Hood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)

Ain't nothin but a Compton thang

Chyea (we got five on it)

How we do

Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad

Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad

Reality struck I seen the white car crash

Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)

My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him

Security guard for a month and ended up leaving

In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends

To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in

Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)

Cocaine laced in marijuana

And they wonder why I rarely smoke now

Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth

I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even

I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding

You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life

Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)

Cocaine, weed

Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc

Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip

Make a nigga flip

Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit

One time's crooked and shit

Block a nigga in

Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton

I'm still in the hood

Loc yeah that's cool (chyea)

The hood took me under so I follow the rules

But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang

And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing

Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me

A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)

Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can

Shots in the crowd then everybody ran

Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave

Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave

Mount up regulators in the whip

Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)

Trip, we in the hood still

So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)

Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand

And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand

If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?

Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street

With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat

If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?

Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?

And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep

With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor

Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage

Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn

They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins

Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame

That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept

is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit

A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I

live inside the belly of the rough

Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)

M.A.A.d city

Compton

Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn

You ain't the one that got fucked up

What you holdin' it for?

Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit

Nigga, that ain't no word

Nigga, shut up

Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?

Don't even trip

Just lay back and drink that

 

Alriight----------------------

 

Alls my life I has to fight, nigga

Alls my life I

Hard times like, yah!

Bad trips like, yah!

Nazareth, I'm fucked up

Homie, you fucked up

But if God got us then we gon' be alright

Nigga, we gon' be alright

Nigga, we gon' be alright

We gon' be alright

Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright

Nigga, we gon' be alright

Huh? We gon' be alright

Nigga, we gon' be alright

Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright

Uh, and when I wake up

I recognize you're lookin' at me for the pay cut

But homicide be looking at you from the face down

What MAC-11 even boom with the bass down

Schemin'! And let me tell you bout my life

Painkillers only put me in the twilight

Where pretty pussy and Benjamin is the highlight

Now tell my mama I love her but this what I like

Lord knows, twenty of 'em in my Chevy

Tell 'em all to come and get me, reapin' everything I sow

So my karma come in heaven, no preliminary hearings on my record

I'm a motherfucking gangster in silence for the record, uh

Tell the world I know it's too late

Boys and girls, I think I've gone cray

Drown inside my vices all day

Won't you please believe when I say

Wouldn't you know

We been hurt, been down before, nigga

When our pride was low

Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go, nigga?"

And we hate po-po

Wanna kill us dead in the street for sure, nigga

I'm at the preacher's door

My knees gettin' weak and my gun might blow

But we gon' be alright

Nigga, we gon' be alright

Nigga, we gon' be alright

We gon' be alright

Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright

Nigga, we gon' be alright

Huh? We gon' be alright

Nigga, we gon' be alright

Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright

What you want you, a house? You, a car?

40 acres and a mule? A piano, a guitar?

Anything, see my name is Lucy, I'm your dog

Motherfucker, you can live at the mall

I can see the evil, I can tell it I know when it's illegal

I don't think about it, I deposit every other zero

Thinkin' of my partner put the candy, paint it on the regal

Diggin' in my pocket ain't a profit, big enough to feed you

Everyday my logic, get another dollar just to keep you

In the presence of your chico ah!

I don't talk about it, be about it, everyday I see cool

If I got it then you know you got it, Heaven, I can reach you

Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, my dog, that's all

Bick back and Chad, I trap the bag for y'all

I rap, I black on track so rest assured

My rights, my wrongs, I write 'til I'm right with God

Wouldn't you know

We been hurt, been down before, nigga

When our pride was low

Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go, nigga?"

And we hate po-po

Wanna kill us dead in the street for sure, nigga

I'm at the preacher's door

My knees gettin' weak and my gun might blow

But we gon' be alright

Nigga, we gon' be alright

Nigga, we gon' be alright

We gon' be alright

Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright

Nigga, we gon' be alright

Huh? We gon' be alright

Nigga, we gon' be alright

Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright

I keep my head up high

I cross my heart and hope to die

Lovin' me is complicated

Too afraid of a lot of changes

I'm alright and you're a favorite

Dark nights in my prayers

I remembered you was conflicted

Misusing your influence, sometimes I did the same

Abusing my power full of resentment

Resentment that turned into a deep depression

Found myself screamin' in the hotel room

I didn't wanna self destruct, the evils of Lucy was all around me

So I went runnin' for answers

 

Forget About Dre--------------------

 

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]

Y'all know me, still the same OG

But I been low-key

Hated on by most these niggas

With no cheese, no deals and no G's

No wheels and no keys

No boats, no snowmobiles and no skis

Mad at me 'cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries

Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks

To add to the wall full of plaques

Hangin' up in the office in back of my house like trophies

Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze?

Ho, please

You better bow down on both knees

Who you think taught you to smoke trees?

Who you think brought you the oldies?

Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's, and D.O.C.'s

The Snoop D-O-double-G's

And the group that said, "Motherfuck the police!"

Gave you a tape full of dope beats

To bump when you stroll through in your hood

And when your album sales weren't doin' too good

Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?

Y'all better listen up closely

All you niggas that said that I turned pop or The Firm flopped

Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin' no sleep

So fuck y'all, all of y'all!

If y'all don't like me, blow me!

Y'all are gon' keep fuckin' around with me and turn me back to the old me

[Chorus: Eminem]

Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say

But nothin' comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say

But nothin' comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

 

[Verse 2: Eminem]

So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?)

Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way?

Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (Yup)

Just study a tape of N.W.A

One day I was walkin' by

With a Walkman on, when I caught a guy

Gave me an awkward eye ('Chu lookin' at?)

And strangled him up in the parking lot with his Karl Kani

I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not

I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge

When I'm drunk as fuck

Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage

Hoppin' out with two broken legs tryna walk it off

Fuck you too, bitch, call the cops

I'ma kill you and them loud-ass motherfuckin' barkin' dogs

And when the cops came through

Me and Dre stood next to a burnt-down house

With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches

And still weren't found out (Right here!)

So from here on out, it's the Chronic II

Startin' today and tomorrow's anew

And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew

Chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady

Hotter than a set of twin babies

In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up

When the temp goes up to the mid-80s

Callin' men ladies

Sorry Doc, but I been crazy

There's no way that you can save me

It's okay, go with him, Hailie (Dada?)

[Chorus: Eminem]

Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say

But nothin' comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say

But nothin' comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

 

[Verse 3: Dr. Dre]

If it was up to me, you motherfuckers'd stop

Comin' up to me with your hands out

Lookin' up to me like you want somethin' free

When my last CD was out, you weren't bumpin' me

But now that I got this little company

Everybody wanna come to me

Like it was some disease, but you won't get a crumb from me

'Cause I'm from the streets of C-Compton! (Compton!)

I told 'em all

All 'em little gangstas, who you think helped mold 'em all?

Now you wanna run around talkin' 'bout guns like I ain't got none

What, you think I sold 'em all

'Cause I stay well off?

Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin' Dre fell off

What, 'cause I been in the lab

With a pen and a pad tryin' to get this damn label off?

I ain't havin' that

This is the millennium of Aftermath

It ain't gon' be nothin' after that

So give me one more platinum plaque

And fuck rap, you can have it back

So where's all the Mad Rappers at?

It's like a jungle in this habitat

But all you savage cats know that I was strapped with gats

While you were cuddlin' a Cabbage Patch

[Chorus: Eminem]

Nowadays, everybody wanna talk

Like they got somethin' to say

But nothin' comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays, everybody wanna talk

Like they got somethin' to say

But nothin' comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

 

[Outro: Eminem]

Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say

But nothin' comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

 

Lose Yourself-----------------------------

 

Look

If you had

One shot

Or one opportunity

To seize everything you ever wanted

In one moment

Would you capture it

Or just let it slip?

Yo

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti

He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready

To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'

What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud

He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out

He's chokin', how, everybody's jokin' now

The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow

Snap back to reality, ope there goes gravity

Ope, there goes Rabbit, he choked

He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy? No

He won't have it, he knows his whole back's to these ropes

It don't matter, he's dope, he knows that, but he's broke

He's so stagnant, he knows, when he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's

Back to the lab again, yo, this whole rhapsody

Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better

His soul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping

This world is mine for the taking

Make me king, as we move toward a New World Order

A normal life is borin', but super stardom's close to post mortem

It only grows harder, only grows hotter

He blows, it's all over, these hoes is all on him

Coast to coast shows, he's known as the Globetrotter

Lonely roads, God only knows, he's grown farther from home, he's no father

He goes home and barely knows his own daughter

But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water

These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product

They moved on to the next schmo who flows, he nose dove and sold nada

So the soap opera is told and unfolds, I suppose it's old partna, but the beat goes on

Da-da-dum, da-dum, da-da

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage

Tear this motherfuckin' roof off like two dogs caged

I was playin' in the beginnin', the mood all changed

I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage

But I kept rhymin' and stepped right in the next cypher

Best believe somebody's payin' the Pied Piper

All the pain inside amplified by the

Fact that I can't get by with my nine to

Five and I can't provide the right type of

Life for my family 'cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers

And its no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer

This is my life and these times are so hard

And it's getting even harder tryna feed and water my seed, plus

Teeter totter, caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna

Baby mama drama, screamin' on her, too much

For me to wanna stay in one spot, another day of monotony's

Gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got

To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot

Success is my only motherfuckin' option, failure's not

Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go, I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot

So here I go, is my shot

Feet, fail me not, this may be the only opportunity that I got

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better

You can do anything you set your mind to, man

 

Still D.R.E.---------------------------------

 

Yeah, nigga

I'm still fucking with you

Still waters run deep

Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E, '99 nigga

Guess who's back?

Still, doing that shit Andre?

(Oh for sho', check me out)

It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga

Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot

'Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock

You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block

Ladies they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off

How nigga? My last album was The Chronic (Nigga)

They want to know if he still got it

They say rap's changed

They wanna know how I feel about it

(If you ain't up on thangs)

Dr. Dre is the name

I'm ahead of my game

Still puffing my leafs

Still fuck with the beats, still not loving police

Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease

Still got love for the streets, reppin' 213 (For life)

Still the beats bang, still doing my thang

Since I left ain't too much changed, still

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl

Still taking my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl

Still taking my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

Since the last time you heard from me, I lost some friends

Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dippin' again

Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem

He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week

Still, I stay close to the heat

And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet

My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat

Treat rap like Cali' weed, I smoke 'til I sleep

Wake up in the a.m., compose a beat

I bring the fire 'til you're soaking in your seat

It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth

Since "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin Cru

I'm still at it, after-mathematics

In the home of drive-bys and ak-matics

Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic

I dip through, then I give you (Still) D-R-E

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl

Still taking my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl

Still taking my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

It ain't nothing but more hot shit

Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with

Whether you're cooling on the corner with your fly bitch (Biatch)

Laid back in the shack, play this track

I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world

Still (Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl)

I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap

Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back

So if you ain't up on thangs

Dr. Dre be the name still running the game

Still, got it wrapped like a mummy

Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money

Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood

Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard

Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars

Still gon' get mine regardless

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl

Still taking my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl

Still taking my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl

Still taking my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

Right back up in your motherfuckin' ass

Nine-five plus four pennies, add that shit up

D.R.E. right back up on top of thangs

Smoke some wit' your Dogg

No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!

Some of that real sticky-icky-icky

Ooh wee! Put it in the air!

Well, you's a fool, D-R, ha-ha