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dr. dre - big egos (keefer remix) lyrics

[spoken intro]
los angeles approach control
this is cessna 0281+echo+119.3, over
cessna 81+echo, los angeles approach control, roger, go ahead
cessna 81+echo is over the compton airport, 5+2 at 5000
requesting ground controlled approach
to the los angeles airport, over
81+echo, los angeles approach controlled, roger
radar identification; turn right, heading
0+3+0
[verse 1: dr. dre]
i got mo’ class than most of ’em, ran with the best of ’em
forgave the less of ’em and blazed at the rest of ’em
what can i say? cali+for+ni+a
where n+ggas die every day ovеr some sh+t they say
disconnectеd from the streets forever
as long as i got a beretta, n+gga, i’m down for whateva
i roll with my sh+t off safety, for n+ggas that been hatin’ me lately
and the b+tches that wanna break me
if cali blew up, i’d be in the aftermath
bumpin’ gangsta rap sh+t, down to blast for cash
’cause from eazy+e, to d.o.c., to d.p.g
started from that s.+.b., d.r.e
like dub+c, i’m rich rollin’, pistol holdin’
pockets swole n+gga, that’s how i’m rollin’
put the flame to the k!ller, n+gga
worldwide homicide mob figure in the building, for real
i’m hittin’ switches, makin’ b+tches eat b+tches
see me grab my d+ck every time i pose for pictures
i own acres, floor seats watchin’ the lakers
i’m cool with eses who got ak’s in cases

[chorus: hittman]
dedicated to all of those with big egos
never fakin’, we get the dough and live legal
haters hate this, we sip the mo’ and yank the heezos
n+ggas play this in their rovers, jeeps and regals
dedicated to all of those with big egos
never fakin’, we get the dough and live legal
haters hate this, we sip the mo’ and yank the heezos
b+tches play this in their benzes, jeeps and geos
[verse 2: 2pac]
murderous mind state, can’t keep my nine straight
sipping on this hennessey, waiting for the time to break
show up and motherf+ckers bow down, recognize
westside, death row, outlaw riders
untouchable mob of pistol packers
well known felons, labeled for drug selling, merciless jackers
forever buzzed roll with thugs and dons
commence to letting off rounds, then escape in the fog
who wanna see me solo? catch makaveli while he sleeping
my mini+fourteen murdering n+ggas while they creeping
duck or you ass out, drink till you pass out
ain’t scared to die, drunk driving in my glasshouse
n+ggas is under me, they b+tches come to me
they heard the stories n+gga, now they want to really see
bomb first my motto is fully guaranteed
n+ggas is player haters, label them my enemies, i’m dumpin’

[chorus: hittman]
dedicated to all of those with big egos
never fakin’, we get the dough and live legal
haters hate this, we sip the mo’ and yank the heezos
n+ggas play this in their rovers, jeeps and regals
dedicated to all of those with big egos
never fakin’, we get the dough and live legal
haters hate this, we sip the mo’ and yank the heezos
b+tches play this in their benzes, jeeps and geos
[verse 3: 2pac]
pictures of penny, sippin’ my glass full of henny
hands on my semi—automatic k!ll for pennies
approach for contact, ’cause i’m live i multiply
soon as i open fire, n+ggas die wit’ open eyes
scare to take a nap, it’s a trap, a long maze
dreamin’ of gettin’ stacks, makin’ scratch the wrong way
what the song say, we murder motherf+ckers daily
black out blow the crack out, my lyrics never fail me
i inhale strong weed, then release the stress
deliver the bomb sh+t from the east to west
like yay+yo
n+ggas pull out when i say so
commence to poppin’ motherf+ckers copy me, it’s fatal
efficiently i delete then flee
the art of war, livin’ sucka free, get wit’ me
motherf+cker don’t sleep

[interlude: 2pac]
don’t go to sleep
you can get ya cash on n+gga if ya peep
other n+ggas close they eyes
seein’ dreams in they sleep
but don’t fall asleep
don’t go to sleep
you can get ya cash on n+gga if ya peep
other n+ggas close they eyes
seein’ dreams in they sleep
but don’t fall asleep

[verse 4: eazy+e]
dump+dump on a n+gga with a quickness
and they got no cure for this sickness
i get paid for the way that i kick this
like a g+ster, an o.g.+ster
(“who’s that?”) a real n+gga named eazy
and i live my life straight crazy
don’t need no punk n+ggas payin’ me
and broke groupie+ass b+tches don’t faze me
i take two steps back and release myself
to put platinum+ass cuts on the record shelf
i don’t brag, but i tell it like it straight up is
before you do a record, n+gga, handle your business
and don’t get caught slippin’ on the under
or you might wonder (what’s up on dem ends, n+gga?)
i call a spade a spade, and get paid
g’s show the way, so i give love to ’em

[verse 5: ice cube]
i’m a n+gga wit an attitude thanks to y’all
and i don’t give a f+ck i keep it gangsta y’all
i’mma ride for my side in the c.p.t
god bless the memory of eazy+e
if it wadn’t for me where the f+ck you’d be?
rappin like the treacherous three, f+ckin cowards
i’d have seen dre rockin parties for hours
and i’d have seen ren f+ckin b+tches from howard
and i’d have seen snoop give away eddie bauer’s
so f+ck jerry h+ller and the white superpowers
[mc ren]: this the sh+t n+ggas k!ll for
[mc ren]: they hear the villain n+ggas spittin’ with them n+gga flows
we cause tragedy, erratically
systematically, in your house without a key
how f+cked up that’d be
gat’ll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery

[verse 6: dr dre]
assault and battery, cus we coming with that street mentality
straight west coast rider academy
concrete n+gga, that’s my reality
[snoop dogg] we tend to bus’ on n+ggas that get mad at me
[dr dre] was it a b+tch in the mix
[snoop dogg] well it had to be
lying tricks told them d+cks i had a key
hoes make the world harder than it have to be
(yea thats right)

[verse 7: snoop dogg]
god d+mn hoes, here we go again
f+ckin with ren, playin’ to win
(he got the) coke in hand, (i got the) juice and gin
same sh+t you was f+ckin wit way back then
we keep it crackin’ from the actin to the jackin
g’ed up c’ed up motherf+cker blaze the weed up
we all on deck fool so put your heat up
i stay on deck so me don’t get wet
[ice cube]: look my n+gga

[verse 8: eminem]
i’m supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
even though i hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
i ain’t never supposed to show it
my crew ain’t supposed to know it
even if it means goin’ toe+to+toe with a benzino
it don’t matter, i never drag ’em in battles that i can’t handle
‘less i absolutely have to, i’m supposed to set an example
i need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide ’em
if some sh+t ever does pop off, i’m supposed to be beside ’em
that ja sh+t, i tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it
there’s a certain line you just don’t cross, and he crossed it
i heard him say hailie’s name on a song and i just lost it
it was crazy, the sh+t went way beyond some jay+z and nas sh+t
and even though the battle was won, i feel like we lost it
i spent so much energy on it, honestly i’m exhausted
and i’m so caught in it, i almost feel i’m the one who caused it
this ain’t what i’m in hip+hop for, it’s not why i got in it
that was never my object, for someone to get k!lled
why would i wanna destroy somethin’ i helped build?
it wasn’t my intentions, my intentions were good
i went through my whole career without ever mentionin’ ++++
and that was just outta respect, for not runnin’ my mouth
and talkin’ about somethin’ that i knew nothin’ about
plus dre told me stay out, this just wasn’t my beef
so i did, i just fell back, watched and gritted my t++th
while he’s all over tv, down+talkin’ the man
who literally saved my life, like f+ck it, i understand
this is business, and this sh+t just isn’t none of my business
but still knowin’ the sh+t could pop off at any minute

[verse 9: the game]
i’m the doctor’s advocate, n+gga, dre shot you
brought me back from the dead
that’s why they call him the doctor
the ‘math gon’ drop him
and 50 ain’t rocking with him no more
it’s okay! i get it popping
whole club rocking, like a six+four impala
drink cris’, throw it up, call the sh+t hydraulics
then p+ss in the cup, call the sh+t hpnotiq (brrrrat!)
i bleed compton, spit crack and sh+t chronic
and you new n+ggas ain’t sh+t but new n+ggas
bathing ape+shoe n+ggas, i’m talking to you, n+ggas
bouncing in the six+four, throwing up westside, man
sell another five million albums? yes, i am
fresh like “d+mn, this n+gga did it again
a hundred thousand on his neck, l.a. above the brim”
inside the lambo shotgun with snoop
what would the motherf+ckin’ west coast be without one crip and—

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