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‌spencer.m.b - topless (spencer edit v1) lyrics

[verse 1: dr. dre]
1996, i left it all behind
’cause i ain’t got no roof on mine
i had to jump ship, i double back for my chips
my accountant handle my sh-t
i never been the losin’ kind
grind, i’m feelin’ like it’s year one
i’m a fool anywhere, near square one
but ain’t no gl-ss ceilings, i crash through ’em
ain’t no cold spells, i light a match to ’em
ain’t no haters, right, just say congrats to ’em
this is detox, this rehab to ’em
i bring it back years later, let it flow through ’em
putting that chronic in their system like i used to do ’em
respected it so it’s proven that’s what i been doing
moving the game like weight and everybody been usin’
b-tch, it ain’t really nothing left to say
you’re tuned in to detox, i am dr. dre

[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 t-tties out
i dream topless, i live topless
sky is the limit, i’m paid to run the city now (city now)

[verse 2: t.i.]
california love, from the bloods to the c-dogs
the compton monsters make you wanna cut your mp off
the greatest in the game, haters should be ashamed
for not acknowledging the brain of the west coast king
brought chronic to the scene, folded pills in the lean
now the game full of puppets, look at me, no strings
again and again i’ve shown, you seen me
p-ss on n-ggas’ egos, ruin they self esteem
sky the limit, no roof, i can do what you dream
done it all ‘fore you ever did a thing, knamean?
tees and black jeans, no bling, just bang
officially deranged, clinically insane
look eazy, ain’t a d-mn thing changed, i promise
still live like we did back with straight outta compton
taught n-ggas how to have att-tudes on some hood sh-t
showed them what to smoke when they were blazing that bullsh-t
that’s why you smell the drug aroma when my record play
not a blemish on my image, decorated resume
a legendary legacy
all that i was, you’ll never be, f-ck is y’all telling me?
forever on top
face it, you’ll never be better than the doc, ask pac
again, i say it’s never gon’ stop
face it, you’ll never be greater than the doc, ask pac

[verse 3: eminem]
my motto is live by the bottle, so why is my supply low?
bring in a truckload with a high-low
stay grounded, but i still reach for the sky, though
ghetto idol, i think, but what do i know?
sh-t, i know a lot more than i should
the hood stood by me just like i thought it would
don’t act like i’m hollywood when i probably could
i don’t polly, muhammad ali of rap, i don’t lolly gag
west coast, the home of the body bag
the shotty, the mag, los angeles, where the party at?
you can catch me anywhere where there’s bacardi at
yeah, andre is back, so have a cardiac
started back with the black, raiders starter cap
gangsta rap, we practically f-cking started that
everyday with this game i’m getting smarter at
sky’s the limit so every time i get on a track

[verse 4: the d.o.c.]
i came in this b-tch on some norman bates sh-t
but now i’m tryna get to bill gates, b-tch
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 s-x with someone f-ckin’ 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 n-gga expandin’
n-gga, you know the ran, i blow green like sweets
’cause see, i came from the streets
but n-ggas hustle to eat
now i fly to get the paper, slangin’ motherf-ckin’ beats get-

[verse 5: slim the mobster]
i cruise the block in a convertible car
i come from where the murders are
survive through the murderous odds
some n-ggas’ mysteries are murders unsolved
and i can take you outcha misery, no problem at all
sh-t, i was born to ball and get money like the big boys do
so make way and let the big boy through
part of me [?]
these numbers is startlin’
aftermath to the [?]
i’m unruly and disorderly like i oughtta be
who gives a f-ck what you n-ggas thought of me
thought i’d be finished by now, huh?
i’m just get riled up
order up another round up
the last heir to the throne, so go on and shine the crown up
for these california n-ggas, my flow napalm
six more words than they arms
with more juice than barry bonds
amongst n-ggas with att-tudes, consider me ruthless
yeah, there ain’t no stopping me
it’s back to robberies

[verse 6: nas]
your skin’s your travelling bag of your existence
your’s is shabby and scab, while mine’s glistenin’
vivid on my skin, how many continents i visit then
you can journey with me to different places by listenin’
sh-ttin’ on them, your brother got it covered
we can slug it, knuckle it, however you want it, i love it
a hustler’s wit, the grit, the grind
my genetic code make up, murderer by design
on mayan calendar time, when night meets day
i’m in the light grey bugatti like a high speed chase
adrenaline like jogger, the jumping rope in place
muhammed ali hobbies, no pilates, tryna keep the ocean by me
hit a rich man’s wife, see what these hoes can buy me
looking forward, but it’s nice to see the road behind me
hotel’s a seven star, baguette’s glowing
keep your lid, yet dawg, the private jet boeing, topless

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