Hey You Dr. Dre

[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Yo Tim, Bob
Gimme one of them hot ones!
Yeah!
Yeah yeah yeah!
Y'all feelin that shit?
Hell yeah!
Coming at ya from the depths of the aftermath
Yeah
Ain’t nothing sweet about it
Peep me out

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
For every mother fucker that dissed me, what y'all hope to gain?
Recognition? You just another broke nigga riffin, so listen
Cause my communication is brief, you in the game?
You got to trim the pork and cut the beef
Indeed we both gotta eat, that's a given
The only difference is, you own the corner, I own acres, I’m livin
We can get down, but I choose to stay around few
And that's Benjamin and Franklin, what this shit boils down to!
Anyway you see it, whether rapping or acting
I took the game to the next level, and you gone see it when I'm absent
What you think I hold is a fraction, cause a niggas mind is simple
The cost of a kilo is sneaker money, and that's what you limited to
Must I prove? Financially, I can call and get Clinton to answer me
Understand me, inside the party with the chronic
I'ma flood the world like Noah til my word be accomplished