I want you to understand something That when I come up in this bitch, I want them fans jumpin' I want them fists pumpin' in the air, I don't look like a millionaire But I feel like a million bucks, ladies won't you fill your cups? Shady's come to fill you up, if you a D or a C-cup You can even be a B, it's just me and D-R-E You'll be in the ER, we are strapped with so much T-N-T We may blow, no, not even CPR from the EMTs Can help you to resuscitate, you bustas must be flustered, wait You can't cut the mustard, what's your problem, can't you bust a grape? What's my name? Shady came and crushed the game It's really not even fair to them 'cause they pale in comparison So much they might as well wear a skin Don't you wish you could just share his pen? 'Cause this shit is getting embarrassing The fog is thick and the air is thin 'Cause he won't even let them try to breathe Da-dee-da-dee-da-da-dee He makes it look so easy Girl, you just hit the lottery Now this would be the part of the song Where they drop the needle on and hell breaks loose Try to restrain us, you can't contain us We still gonna make it stick no matter what we do Everywhere we go, it seems we looking For any excuse to just cut loose So, this would be the part of the song Where they drop the needle on and hell breaks loose This is where shit hits the fan like it just flat out don't stand This is the only moment that matters, your homie rolling with Mathers Then chaos erupts, Em's in back, Dre's in the front So do what we say, and once it's over like a seance, it hums It makes them stay in a trance, no choice, they have to dance It's like the playoffs, just making sure that we stay in the hunt Take a day off or what? Man, you better lay off the blunts You must be smokin' something You think I ain't smokin' nothin', stay off my nuts Now hit the floor, baby, time to wipe away all the rust Shake all them cobwebs loose, loosen up with a little bit of Grey Goose Yeah, girl, shake that caboose I don't wanna see you try to make no excuse D-R-E is on the loose I'm like a goose when it comes to the chronic use You know I can't stand to lose Me and my goons are like animals We come through like a pack of wolves And we came here to extract the roof Yeah, man, ain't that the truth? Girl, your man's like in the booth Definitely back up in this bitch, You swing? All hell breaks loose Now this would be the part of the song Where they drop the needle on and hell breaks loose Try to restrain us, you can't contain us We still gonna make it stick no matter what we do Everywhere we go, it seems we looking For any excuse to just cut loose So this would be the part of the song Where they drop the needle on and hell breaks loose Now I know you're feeling discouraged but homie just mark my words I'm murdering the flow, liquid courage up in the blow As soon as we hit the door, power surges head to toe I'm sure to push it as far as words are meant to go We're in the indigo Winnebago with tinted windows Ferocious as we proceed to beat up the block with your hoe With speakers knocking, it's three o'clock, me and Doc Can proceed to drop me and hop out the vehicle and knock on your door Yeah, so let us in before we huff and puff and we blow We ain't bluffing for nothing, we'll knock the stuffing out your Revenge is so sweet, move it 'til you injure your feet Yeah, move it or lose it, freak, move to the beat Lose yourself indubitably Pass up on that little cute chick right there That'd be pretty damn stupid to me Born and raised in the CPT Yeah, my sayings are sewers in the streets Them haters hating on me But I refuse to lose any sleep Keep that deuce-deuce in the seat, Dre fall off? That's news to me Now this would be the part of the song Where they drop the needle on and hell breaks loose Try to restrain us, you can't contain us We still gonna make it stick no matter what we do Everywhere we go, it seems we looking For any excuse to just cut loose So this would be the part of the song Where they drop the needle on and hell breaks loose