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dr dre - loose cannons lyrics

[intro: dr. dre]
all my life, i’ve been down to ride
so i kept it real and i stayed alive with no compromise
and i fantasize about the baddest b-tch and what between her thighs
then i woke up and realized this is my motherf-ckin’ real life

[verse 1: dr. dre]
you know where the f-ck i’m from
from that m-th-f-ckin’ legendary
from the city where them n-gg-s load clips fast
and get stabbed at homeroom should’ve skipped that cl-ss
sh-t will never change on the west side
jack your sh-t, take your car for a test drive (ah sh-t)
g-ngb-ngin’ out the window hollering let’s ride
gotta keep a tec by the bedside
these n-gg-s don’t know my life
all this pain and what i sacrificed
and all my n-gg-s that lost their life
you never die, you never die
i’m in that motherf-ckin’ one for a minute now
all y’all lil’ n-gg-s need to simmer down
shut the f-ck up, i’m the one that’s killing now
take a look who on top of the pinnacle

[verse 2: cold 187um]
cold 187um, know it’s been a minute since you heard from us
still we’re untouchable murderers
r.i.p to kmg, i’m still gonna murder
and don’t give a f-ck where the body at
you do too much talkin’ i walk in the building
i just give a f-ck where the money at
i’m jordan and jackson, the coach and the player
they trust me it’s only just one of them
i’m callin’ them shots and makin’ the plays
if you get a trade, better f-ck with him
i keep it gangsta, y’all testin’ my patience
got me feelin’ so anxious, i be lookin’ so facetious
feel like running a capre

[interlude: xzibit & dr. dre]
wait, hold up i got next! what up, x?

[verse 3: xzibit]
spent my birthday in dubai
skyrise surprise and i’m dressed like a spy
black tux, on you f-cks
and guess what? i’m ready to (blow, yo, oh no)
i hang that 6-2 sideways
p-ssin’ off the neighbors, scr-pin’, b-mpin’ in the driveway
cube gave me the pistol
told me to kill at will and (blow, yo, oh no)
(i couldn’t give a f-ck) literally
cashed out just livin’ to me
blast it like a kennedy beat
wanna get rid of ’em? send them to me
while i’m just over here cozy holdin’ these double d’s
she book smart with p-rnographic abilities
(well i don’t know what you know but i know i got that sh-t)
these motherf-ckers still talking? f-ck ’em!
that’s why they bring x and the guillotine out
to stop these b-tch -ss n-gg-s from runnin’ their mouth
(it’s bout time somebody said something)

[verse 4: sly pyper]
one in the glove, one in the clip, one in the chamber
one on the dash, one in the stash, ready for danger
i’m ready to die, i can’t control this f-ckin’ anger
ah sh-t, somebody better f-ckin’ stop me
cause i’m a loose cannon that can’t stand myself
i’m bad for my own health
you n-gg-s really think i give a f-ck about somebody else
(f-ck ’em)
i swear to god, i’mma do it, back the f-ck up i’mma do it
i swear to god, i’mma lose it

[outro]
– baby, baby! what the f-ck are you doing? put the gun down! really? are you doin’ this sh-t to me again?
– oh my god
– you is so f-cked up for this
– f-ck it
-gun c-cks-
– wait, wait, wait, wait! okay, i’m sorry! what the f-ck? don’t point the f-ckin’ gun at me! okay, put the f-ckin’ gun down! no, no, no, no!!
-gun shot-

– alright, i got the legs
– man this b-tch is heavy
– you gotta get under her armpits, man
– shut the f-ck up, i got it
– what the, what the f-ck did you guys do?
– it was this n-gg-
– me?
– sh-t, matter of fact you know what? you gon’ dig the f-ckin’ hole this time
– i don’t give a f-ck, like it’s the first f-ckin’ hole i ever dug
– who the f-ck is that?
– i don’t know, ask f-ckin’ charles manson right here
– oh, oh, you’re tryna be funny? you’re really f-ckin’ tryna be funny right now?
– shh, shh, shut your -ss up
– this is bad. this is, this is f-cking bad man. f-ck it, let’s start digging

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