Yo yo yo, what's up, this is Dr. Dre

And we doin "Big Thangs"

With my **** Ant Banks from the Bom-Bay

Yo drop some shit on 'em..

Now picture me, inebriated and livin' lavish in Paris

In the summer it's uncountable numbers, steadily makin' cabbage

Havin' seasonal vacations, only eighty degrees

Got three bitches in the swimmin' pool thats waitin' for me

But I can't let 'em be my downfall, they so seductive

Clock my money first then I'll call, can't ever trust 'em

Many **** that died died at the hands of a diva

But you can fuck 'em and feed 'em, Slink Capone don't need 'em

I'd rather live like Ebenezer with the house on the hills

Let my cup runneth over my shoulders 'til it spills

And fold bills, 'cause livin' life broke is constant misery

I'd rather smoke weed on my boat and sip on Hennessy

The federalies, they got a scope on my float

Barcodes on my dome, shoot to kill Slink Capone

If it's on it's on, let's get it goin' in the fifty states

One-time can't touch me, I'm legit in the Cutaluff

Keep your eyes on the prize

Your hustle in disguise

(Get yo' money player)

Rumors, tales and lies

Watch for jealous eyes

(Coolin' in the Cutaluff)

Keep your eyes on the prize

Your hustle in disguise

Rumors, tales and lies

Watch for jealous eyes

(In the Cutaluff...)