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Dr. Dre

"ZEZE (RSN Remix)"

[Intro]
D.A. got that dope!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
Nightcrawlin' in the Phantom (Skrrt, Skrrt)
Told them hoes that don’t you panic
Took an island, (Yeah) flood the mansion (Big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (It's lit)
See the b*tches undercover (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and titty lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

[Verse 1: Offset]
Blow the brains out the coupe (Boo)
Police wanna talk, but I’m on mute (Woo-woo, hey)
I'ma bust her wrist down 'cause she cute (Ice)
f*ck her on a yacht, dive in a pool (Yeah)
She an addict (Addict), addict for the lifestyle and the Patek (Patek)
Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel fabrics? (Chanel)
I be drippin' to death, I need a casket (Drippin')
And we got more stripes than the ref, he foul, TEC him (Bow, stripes)
In the middle of the field like David Beckham (Field, bow-bow)
All my n*ggas locked up, for real, I'm tryna help 'em (Free, free)
When I got a mil', got me the chills, don’t know what happened (Hoo, chills)
Pop pills, do what you feel, I’m on that zombie (Hey, hoo)
I'm more like Gaddafi, I’m not no Gandhi (Gaddafi, hey)
I'm more like I'm David, Goliath runnin' (Hey, hey)
n*ggas be clonin’, I find it funny (Clone, haha)
We from the Nawf, straight out of the dungeon (We from the Nawf, hey)
I go in her mouth, she can't tell me nothin' (Eghck, eghck, egchk)
300, the watch is out of your budget (Woo, woo, 300)
Mean-muggin' got me clutchin'
Yeah, and this stick right out of Russia

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Slide on a pimp game with my pinky ring
Lotta gang, lotta b*tches, and a icy chain
Why you claim that you rich? That's a false claim
I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim
Whole lotta styles, can't even pronounce the name
You ain't got no style, see you on my Instagram
I be rockin' it like it's fresh out the pan
Only when I'm takin' pics, I'm the middleman
Walk, talk it like a boss, I just lift the hand
Three million cash, call me Rain Man
Money like a shower, that's my rain dance
And we all in black, like it's Gangland
Say the wrong word, you be hangman
Watch me stick to your b*tch like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. What Kind Of Car He In?
In the city love my name, n*gga I ain't gotta say it

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
Nightcrawlin' in the Phantom (Skrrt, Skrrt)
Told them hoes that don't you panic
Took an island, (Yeah) flood the mansion (Big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (It's lit)
See the b*tches undercover (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and titty lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Now, ever since a n*gga was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin'
Ridin' on these n*ggas ‘cause they lame
In a 6-1 Chevy, still heavy in this game—can you feel me?
Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug n*gga
Up before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
Tell me if it's on, n*gga, then we first to bomb
Bust on these b*tch-made n*ggas, hit 'em up, WESTSIDE!
Ain't nobody loved me as a broke n*gga
Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke n*ggas
I love my females strapped, then f*ck her from the back
I get my currency in stacks, California is where I'm at
Ridin', passed by while these n*ggas wondered why
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try
Did I cry? Hell nah, n*gga, tears shed
For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead; n*gga, still ballin'

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
Nightcrawlin' in the Phantom (Skrrt, Skrrt)
Told them hoes that don't you panic
Took an island, (Yeah) flood the mansion (Big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (It's lit)
See the b*tches undercover (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and titty lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

[Verse 4: Dr. Dre (Snoop Dogg)]
Assault and battery, cause we coming with that street mentality
Straight west coast rider academy
Concrete n*gga, that's my reality
(We tend to bust on n*ggas that get mad at me)
Was it a b*tch in the mix
(Well it had to be)
Lying tricks told them di*ks I had a key
Hoes make the world harder than it have to be

[Verse 5: 50 Cent]
Coming up I was confused, my mommy kissing a girl
Confusion occurs coming up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, probably out committing felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check check out my melody"
I wanna live good so, sh*t, I sell dope
For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat
If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning, n*ggas had stole my bike
Different day, same sh*t, ain't nothing good in the hood
I'd run away from this b*tch and never come back if I could

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
Nightcrawlin' in the Phantom (Skrrt, Skrrt)
Told them hoes that don't you panic
Took an island, (Yeah) flood the mansion (Big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (It's lit)
See the b*tches undercover (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and titty lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

[Verse 6: Notorious B.I.G.]
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number, same hood, it's all good
And if you don't know, now you know

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
Nightcrawlin' in the Phantom (Skrrt, Skrrt)
Told them hoes that don't you panic
Took an island, (Yeah) flood the mansion (Big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (It's lit)
See the b*tches undercover (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and titty lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

[Break: Eminem]
Shady, Aftermath
(Look at that b*tch, sh*t – hey!)
There she go, shakin' that ass on the flo'
Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control

[Verse 7: Eminem]
Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunk, get f*cked up
Hit the strip club, don't forget ones, get your di*k rubbed
Get f*cked, get sucked, get wasted, sh*t faceted
Pasted, plastered – puke, drink, throw up
Get a new drink, hit the bathroom sink, throw up
Wipe your shoe clean, got a routine goin'
Still got a few chunks on them shoestrings showin'
I was dehydrated 'til the beat vibrated
I was revived as soon as this b*tch gyrated
Them hips and licked them lips, and that was it
I had to get Nate Dogg in to sing some sh*t

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
Nightcrawlin' in the Phantom (Skrrt, Skrrt)
Told them hoes that don't you panic
Took an island, (Yeah) flood the mansion (Big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (It's lit)
See the b*tches undercover (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and titty lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

[Verse 8: Tyga]
Lotta girls like me, n*ggas wanna fight me
n*gga get yo ass checked like a f*ckin' Nike
Me not icey, that's unlikely
And she gon' suck me like a f*ckin' Hi-C
Aw, chains on the neck for the whole team
And I feel like Gucci with the ice cream
And my b*tch want the Fenty, not the Maybelline
I'm the black JB the way these b*tches scream
Make these b*tches scream
Ha, pretty little thing
Like my n*gga A.E
Say, "Yadadamean"

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
Nightcrawlin' in the Phantom (Skrrt, Skrrt)
Told them hoes that don't you panic
Took an island, (Yeah) flood the mansion (Big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (It's lit)
See the b*tches undercover (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and titty lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

[Bridge 1: Tyga *Offset*]
(Taste, taste) She can get a taste
(Taste, taste) She can get a taste
(Taste, taste) f*ck what a n*gga say
It's all the same like Mary-Kate
(Taste, taste) Ayy, she can get a taste
(Taste, taste) Ayy, let you get a taste
(Taste, taste) Do you love the taste?
Yeah that's cool *Offset!*

[Verse 9: Offset]
Yeah, I'ma put the drip on the plate (drip, drip)
Diamond ice glacier, n*ggas imitate (ice, ice)
Ayy, ayy feed me grapes Maybach with the drac' (grape)
Slow pace in the Wraith, got this sh*t from bae (skrt)
Diamonds up to par, the cookie hittin' hard (hard)
The Rari sit in park, I'm at it, on Mars (mars)
Shotgun shells, we gon' always hit the target (blaow)
Popcorn b*tch shell poppin' out the cartridge (pop it)
3400 Nawfside, Charles Barkley (Nawf)
4-8-8, Ferrari (Skrrt)
Make her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley (ride)
She wanna keep me company and never want depart me (no)
(Depart me) Yeah, fishtail in the parking lot (skrt, skrt)
I don't kick it with these n*ggas 'cause they talk about ya (Yeah)
And I got the fire, don't make me spark it out ya (fire)
Keep it in my back pocket like it's a wallet (hoo)
Like the way she suck it, suck it like a Jolly (whoa)
Stack it up and put it with the whole project (racks)
And she got the Patek on water moccasin (water moccasin)
I'm rich in real life, I get that profit, copy (hey!)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
Nightcrawlin' in the Phantom (Skrrt, Skrrt)
Told them hoes that don't you panic
Took an island, (Yeah) flood the mansion (Big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (It's lit)
See the b*tches undercover (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and titty lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

[Bridge 2: Kodak Black]
Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z sh*t, this that Z sh*t (This that Z sh*t)
Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z sh*t, this that Z sh*t (This that Z sh*t)

[Outro]
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh

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