​The D.O.C.
Topless (The D.O.C. Reference Track)
[Verse 1: The D.O.C.]
I came in this bitch on some Norman Bates shit
But now I'm tryna get to Bill Gates, bitch
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 sex with someone fuckin' 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***a expandin'
N***a, you know the ran, I blow green like sweets
'Cause see, I came from the streets
But n***as hustle to eat
Now I fly to get the paper, slangin' motherfuckin' beats get-

[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 titties out
I dream topless, I live topless
Sky is the limit, I'm paid to run the city now (City now, city now)
[Verse 2: 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***as' mysteries are murders unsolved
And I can take you outcha misery, no problem at all
Shit, 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 fuck what you n***as 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***as, my flow napalm
Six more words than they arms
With more juice than Barry Bonds
Amongst n***as with attitudes, consider me ruthless
Yeah, there ain't no stopping me
It's back to robberies

[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 titties out
I dream topless, I live topless
Sky is the limit, I'm paid to run the city now (City now, city now, city now)