U Better Recognize (Extended Remix) Sam Sneed (Ft. Dr. Dre)

[Sam (Dre):]
(I heard Sam was going solo) God damn, you didn't know so
Well I can blast fast so freak an ill type of slow flow
I'm hitting harder than Berry Boss so check the golden child
Throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild
But truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off niggas proper
Did dirt, did West cause I clown coppers (yeah)
Do hip-hop, rap, compose 'em most, I couldn't see me
Mad advanced and my skills are all about the dollar bills
From Pittsburgh to Cali dropping bombs like that
Was on the D.L. with the squad so I couldn't hold it back
Black, I regulate I buzz a big gate figure
Mobbing with the ill nigga, with his finger on a bigger trigger
Serving all (saps), hitting sevens on the (simps)
Making do', eating shrimps, locing with some real pimps (yeah)
So peep game, best believe I love my peeps
That's why I make the type of music you can pump in your jeeps
(that's right)
So buck my sound, I put it down for the underground
I got the women cause I'm slamming, jamming
Got it going on this time for this new producer to rise
So open your eyes, I think you better recognize

[Dre (Sam):]
Once again it's the man with the masterplan
They call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [x2]