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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Rap
Cocoa Sarai
Cocoa Sarai
Additional Vocals
Erik "Blu2th" Griggs
Erik "Blu2th" Griggs
Keyboards
Focus
Focus
Drums
Trevor Lawrence Jr.
Trevor Lawrence Jr.
Drums
Fredwreck
Fredwreck
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Young
A. Young
Composer
R. Harrell III
R. Harrell III
Composer
Tia Myrie
Tia Myrie
Composer
V Smith
V Smith
Composer
J. Kollie
J. Kollie
Composer
K. Williams
K. Williams
Composer
J Massey
J Massey
Composer
R. Dozier
R. Dozier
Composer
M. Jackson
M. Jackson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Producer
Bink
Bink
Producer
Lola A. Romero
Lola A. Romero
Recording Engineer
Victor Luevanos
Victor Luevanos
Recording Engineer
Jeremy Zumo Kollie
Jeremy Zumo Kollie
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jeffery “Champ” Massey
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
J Massey
J Massey
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

I'm just standing here, lookin' at the man in the mirror You good? Ahah, nigga, I'm great Ayy, nigga, talk your shit, Doc Dre Yeah, I see the way the game played Nigga like me put the hood on that walk of fame Fingerprints of Eazy-E still stain the brain Gang-bang relationships, no need to name names Black Mamba mentality, shit, it's time to ball (yeah) All my niggas on the yacht with me Amistad (yeah) Custom made hip-hop, nigga, watch the roof, cuh It's a hard pill to swallow, baby, Juice WRLD (big shot) Big shot, big shot, now who the killer? Sendin' pirates to your block, boy, Captain Phillips (brrat) Got L.A on my back, boy, it takes a village We deserve to be on top, boy, black privilege (uh) Saint Tropez fuck up the whole day Ice Cube sittin' by the Doc, O'Shea (heheh) C-notes under the couch with the old face Shit, I'm headin' to Puffy's house, a million dollars a plate (blah) Comin' in, Airforce, Uncle Sam Quit worryin' about the other man Pay taxes in rubber bands Last night, in a chess game Nigga walked away with a hundred grand Pussy poppin', billin' shit, killin' shit, Son of Sam Multi-billion dollar check on you fuckboys Livin' life, Fisher Price, I got enough toys My legacy is undefeated, call that bitch Floyd I gave my blood to this shit, you welcome, enjoy Gang money, J money Yeah, we got plate money I don't know what's on the way for me Give a fuck, I stay hungry No better feelin' in the world than that- Brinks truck when it's pullin' in Hit the box like clockwork, y'all talk work, we put it in What the fuck? (woo) I like it like that, baby workin' that back (woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo) She don't know how to act (yeah) Say somethin', say somethin' Shake somethin', shake somethin' Haha, excuse me while I kiss the sky I just called a lick, watch me shake somethin' (shake somethin') You a thick bitch, better shake somethin' (shake somethin') Let's get rich, time to break somethin' (shake somethin') Shake somethin' (shake somethin') Shake somethin' (woo) I'm movin' like a big fish, watch me bake somethin' (ah-uh) Titanic drip, nigga, say somethin' (ah-uh) Fuck them politics and all that fake stuntin' Shake somethin' (shake somethin') Shake somethin' (shake somethin') C'mon (woo) I like it like that, baby workin' that back (woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo) She don't know how to act (yeah) Back with that rat-tat-tat-tat That dressed in all black That stepped the fuck back shit (move) That grown man shit, it's workin' That's a bad bitch, that's perfect That shit right there is worth it That's my sedative (yeah) That's my sedative (yeah) H-H-Hol' up, (hahaha) a fuckin' minute You gon' have to run this shit back right now, nigga Right the fuck–, run it back DJ, that's selecta Run the bloodclat chune
Writer(s): Mohamed Ferdinand Komba, Miesha Elizabeth Rose Young, Stephen Russell Collins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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