[Part I]
[Intro: Dr. Dre & Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold on, Dre
You ain't gon' say, you ain't gon' say nothing else before, you know
We continue the party?
Yeah, okay
I'm gonna just need a moment of silence for this one
Psst, I see dead people
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
[Verse 1]
Hey, Mustard on the beat, ho
Deebo any rap nigga, he a free throw
Man down, call a amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"
Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like—
What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton?
The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama
How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options
Finna spazz on this body, I'm John Stockton
Beat your ass and hide the Biblе if God watchin'
Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas
Certifiеd boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em
Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some—
Pole on him, extort shit, bully Death Row on him
Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young
You better not ever go to cell block one
To any bitch that talk to him and they in love
Just make sure you hide your li'l sister from him
They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs
And Party at the party playin' with his nose now
And Baka got a real case, why is he around?
Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedo-style
(Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop) Dot, fuck 'em up
(Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop) I'ma do my stuff
Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired?
Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor
[Intro: Dr. Dre & Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold on, Dre
You ain't gon' say, you ain't gon' say nothing else before, you know
We continue the party?
Yeah, okay
I'm gonna just need a moment of silence for this one
Psst, I see dead people
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
[Verse 1]
Hey, Mustard on the beat, ho
Deebo any rap nigga, he a free throw
Man down, call a amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"
Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like—
What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton?
The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama
How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options
Finna spazz on this body, I'm John Stockton
Beat your ass and hide the Biblе if God watchin'
Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas
Certifiеd boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em
Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some—
Pole on him, extort shit, bully Death Row on him
Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young
You better not ever go to cell block one
To any bitch that talk to him and they in love
Just make sure you hide your li'l sister from him
They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs
And Party at the party playin' with his nose now
And Baka got a real case, why is he around?
Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedo-style
(Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop) Dot, fuck 'em up
(Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop) I'ma do my stuff
Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired?
Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor
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