Topless (The D.O.C. Reference Track) Dr. Dre (Ft. Slim The Mobster & ​The D.O.C.)

[Verse 1: The D.O.C.]
I came in this bitch on some Norman Bates shit
But now I'm tryna get to Bill Gates, bitch
With laptops, be stockin' your Feds
When them hoes got shipped, I got a check
You know the rest
We in the set, ridin' deep in the stretch
We drinking on that Patrón, no tops on the guests
And as I like sex with someone fuckin' in my new Hummer
And ain't no [?] to the numbers on my checks
Rag top phantom by that CR [?]
[?] tell by the doctor in the [?]
Ain't nothin' outta my hands
I don't need financin' for heliports, so I can just land down in the canyon
At the mansion, your nigga expandin'
Nigga, you know the ran, I blow green like sweets
'Cause see, I came from the streets
But niggas hustle to eat
Now I fly to get the paper, slangin' motherfuckin' beats get-

[Chorus: Dr. Dre]
Pow!
Guns blaze when I shine
Make a wish quick, no star and I'm the shooting kind
Pow!
Front page all the time
You boys think sick, but I ain't got no roof on mine
I dream topless, I live topless
Like my girl is the game with her titties out
I dream topless, I live topless
Sky is the limit, I'm paid to run the city now (City now, city now)