作词 : A. Young/T. McCray/M. Mathers/F. Nassar/A. Joiner/V. Smith 作曲 : A. Young/T. McCray/M. Mathers/F. Nassar/A. Joiner/V. Smith Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) What? (Uh) What? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Dre, you ready? (Woo, woo, woo, woo) C'mon (Yo, we gotta do whatever) Alright (Check, check, check, check, check) Get 'em!
Cut 'em undercover, timeless Ready for 'em, progress Feelin' like I'm just gettin' started Two shots back for my dearly departed Uh, you are now dеalin' with a monster Boss shit, profits Doc Dre, *****, I'm a prophet Black Wall Street, niggas know whеre the stock is Heh, try me Niggas never see me, but it ain't hard to find me Heh, unwinding Shit's blinding, still grinding Uprising, agh Stop talking 'bout the past, I'm the future, nigga Agh Nigga like me still here, mother****er, go figure Lookin' for my next gold digger This summer here gon' be colder than winter Already told you, I fold you like hundreds of billions And you can go missing, put that on my children Bet that, nigga, what? Regret that, run it up Heh, and I'm about to sum it up This shit here that problem Livin' at the bottom of a bottle "Full throttle" my motto, eh ****in' with me like ****in' with the lotto That awful in your nostril In a brothel, this is gospel Yeah, I'ma need all that, pronto
Yes, I, yes, I, yes, I ride 'til I die Give a **** if you *****es die Put a mother****ing hole in your face Back up, *****, don't even try I am that mother****er, been the coldest Why you on that? No one know us Overdosed on what **** is (Yeah) Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did
Like a satanic cult, it's An old ritual slaughtering GOATs, ***** (GOATs, *****, yeah) You're ****ing with the original, flow's sick And anybody can get it—COVID (**** with that?) I done wrote shit That was so sharp, I could slit my own ****ing throat with it So rich, I got more chips than my shoulders And I'm about as approachable as a roach is (Roach is) Yeah, so better steer clear from him Here comes a nuclear bomb for your eardrums Lyricism at its most fearsome and fierce We're on another tier like a tear duct's upper echelon (Yeah) Your career sucked (Meaning what?), it was sheer luck (Like what?) Like a ****in' leprechaun with its beard cut (Still a) Punisher, weapon drawn with a beer gut (Haha) You're slower than a Decepticon with its gear stuck (And I what?) I serial kill, and you're Kellogg's (What?) I love checks and I hate tricks And you're a fake ***** (*****) I could spot you like you 'bout to weight lift (Yeah) *****, I'm badder than cake mix (But I) Can't be whipped with egg beaters (Nah) You ***** must be out of your *****s And God is my alias, so if I don't have faith in me Then it basically makes me an atheist (Woo!) Nate Diaz got the world by the tracheas In a chokehold and a sleeper (*Snores*) Yeah, and me and Dre are like dog hair (Woof) We're both in our lab coats like retrievers (Grrr) But like a Doberman, I'm a whole different breed of (What?) Animal mutt mixed with a overachiever (Yeah) Oh, you're the king of rap? You're 'bout to be overthrown Like a pass over the head of an open receiver This shit could end up comin' to blows like a wiener (Haha) But I ain't finished puttin' these hoes through the wringer (Nah) Like clothes in between the two rollers, and– wait, no What I mean is flows interwoven, I treat 'em like thread (Why?) That's how I wound up sewin' Machine up So, ****s, if you don't give up me, then Time to ride or die, 'cause you're either both or you're neither (Yeah, yeah) Throw a middle finger up if you're rollin', but, me, I'm gonna— (Yeah, yeah)
Ride 'til I die Give a **** if you *****es die Put a mother****ing hole in your face Back up, *****, don't even try I am that mother****er, been the coldest Why you on that? No one know us Overdosed on what **** is Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did
[00:00.000] 作词 : A. Young/T. McCray/M. Mathers/F. Nassar/A. Joiner/V. Smith [00:01.000] 作曲 : A. Young/T. McCray/M. Mathers/F. Nassar/A. Joiner/V. Smith [00:02.538] Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [00:06.617] What? (Uh) What? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [00:10.675] Dre, you ready? (Woo, woo, woo, woo) [00:14.207] C'mon (Yo, we gotta do whatever) [00:15.648] Alright (Check, check, check, check, check) [00:17.710] Get 'em! [00:18.009] [00:18.386] Cut 'em undercover, timeless [00:20.813] Ready for 'em, progress [00:22.886] Feelin' like I'm just gettin' started [00:24.563] Two shots back for my dearly departed [00:26.544] Uh, you are now dеalin' with a monster [00:29.234] Boss shit, profits [00:31.148] Doc Dre, *****, I'm a prophet [00:32.788] Black Wall Street, niggas know whеre the stock is [00:35.229] Heh, try me [00:36.791] Niggas never see me, but it ain't hard to find me [00:39.331] Heh, unwinding [00:40.929] Shit's blinding, still grinding [00:42.652] Uprising, agh [00:44.457] Stop talking 'bout the past, I'm the future, nigga [00:47.637] Agh [00:48.479] Nigga like me still here, mother****er, go figure [00:51.389] Lookin' for my next gold digger [00:52.779] This summer here gon' be colder than winter [00:54.763] Already told you, I fold you like hundreds of billions [00:57.248] And you can go missing, put that on my children [01:00.041] Bet that, nigga, what? [01:01.941] Regret that, run it up [01:03.866] Heh, and I'm about to sum it up [01:07.661] This shit here that problem [01:09.436] Livin' at the bottom of a bottle [01:10.879] "Full throttle" my motto, eh [01:13.651] ****in' with me like ****in' with the lotto [01:16.133] That awful in your nostril [01:18.159] In a brothel, this is gospel [01:20.148] Yeah, I'ma need all that, pronto [01:21.546] [01:21.961] Yes, I, yes, I, yes, I ride 'til I die [01:25.330] Give a **** if you *****es die [01:27.322] Put a mother****ing hole in your face [01:29.336] Back up, *****, don't even try [01:31.367] I am that mother****er, been the coldest [01:34.267] Why you on that? No one know us [01:36.347] Overdosed on what **** is (Yeah) [01:38.201] Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did [01:39.967] [01:41.291] Like a satanic cult, it's [01:42.547] An old ritual slaughtering GOATs, ***** (GOATs, *****, yeah) [01:44.724] You're ****ing with the original, flow's sick [01:46.780] And anybody can get it—COVID (**** with that?) [01:49.741] I done wrote shit [01:50.412] That was so sharp, I could slit my own ****ing throat with it [01:53.041] So rich, I got more chips than my shoulders [01:54.710] And I'm about as approachable as a roach is (Roach is) [01:57.238] Yeah, so better steer clear from him [01:58.831] Here comes a nuclear bomb for your eardrums [02:00.896] Lyricism at its most fearsome and fierce [02:02.832] We're on another tier like a tear duct's upper echelon (Yeah) [02:05.393] Your career sucked (Meaning what?), it was sheer luck (Like what?) [02:07.387] Like a ****in' leprechaun with its beard cut [02:09.339] (Still a) Punisher, weapon drawn with a beer gut (Haha) [02:11.287] You're slower than a Decepticon with its gear stuck [02:13.266] (And I what?) I serial kill, and you're Kellogg's (What?) [02:15.966] I love checks and I hate tricks [02:17.570] And you're a fake ***** (*****) [02:18.717] I could spot you like you 'bout to weight lift (Yeah) [02:20.582] *****, I'm badder than cake mix [02:22.106] (But I) Can't be whipped with egg beaters (Nah) [02:23.850] You ***** must be out of your *****s [02:25.679] And God is my alias, so if I don't have faith in me [02:27.796] Then it basically makes me an atheist (Woo!) [02:30.654] Nate Diaz got the world by the tracheas [02:32.175] In a chokehold and a sleeper (*Snores*) [02:34.306] Yeah, and me and Dre are like dog hair (Woof) [02:36.005] We're both in our lab coats like retrievers (Grrr) [02:37.845] But like a Doberman, I'm a whole different breed of (What?) [02:39.934] Animal mutt mixed with a overachiever (Yeah) [02:41.827] Oh, you're the king of rap? You're 'bout to be overthrown [02:43.907] Like a pass over the head of an open receiver [02:45.876] This shit could end up comin' to blows like a wiener (Haha) [02:47.934] But I ain't finished puttin' these hoes through the wringer (Nah) [02:49.901] Like clothes in between the two rollers, and– wait, no [02:52.233] What I mean is flows interwoven, I treat 'em like thread (Why?) [02:54.732] That's how I wound up sewin' Machine up [02:56.306] So, ****s, if you don't give up me, then [02:58.301] Time to ride or die, 'cause you're either both or you're neither (Yeah, yeah) [03:00.308] Throw a middle finger up if you're rollin', but, me, I'm gonna— (Yeah, yeah) [03:02.036] [03:02.410] Ride 'til I die [03:03.744] Give a **** if you *****es die [03:05.661] Put a mother****ing hole in your face [03:07.721] Back up, *****, don't even try [03:09.738] I am that mother****er, been the coldest [03:12.639] Why you on that? No one know us [03:14.987] Overdosed on what **** is [03:16.642] Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did
