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lirik lagu dr. dre - big ego's - instrumental version

i got mo’ cl-ss than most of ’em, ran wit’ the best of ’em
forgave the less of ’em and blazed at the rest of ’em
what can i say? cal-i-for-ni-a
where n-ggas die everyday over some sh-t they say
disconnected from the streets forever
as long as i got a beretta, n-gga, i’m down for whateva
i roll wit’ 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 swoll 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 everytime i pose for pictures
i own acres, floor seats watchin’ the lakers
i’m cool with eses who got ak’s in cases

dedicated to all of those with big ego’s
never fakin’, we get the dough and live legal
haters hate this, we sip the mo’ and yank the heezos
1 – n-ggas play this in their rovers jeeps and regals
2 – b-tches play this in their benzes jeeps and geos

i bust a mr. toughy, slash a smoothy doobie
crash and flex on tuesday’s, har-ssin’ hoes at movies
p-ssin’ by with uzis – and who you aimin’ at?
that shady b-tch and that b-tch n-gga that was claimin’ that
rat-tat-tat-tat {-automatic gunfire and screaming-}
{-more screaming as tires peel out-}
i don’t sympathize for wack hoes and wimpy guys
you got to recognize hitman is a enterprise
cali pride, born to ride and south centralized
the henny got me energized – smoke the guys
tryin’ to focus on mines – poke they eyes out
i’m l.a.’s loc’est – hope they don’t have to find out the hard way
like snitch n-ggas in the pen that get
hit when the guards look the other way
we hittin’ hard, hitman and dre
you playin’ games, i suggest you know the rules
we puttin’ guns to fools, make you run yo’ jewels
take yo’ honey and cruise to the snootiest snooze, cabos
pop coochie ’til the nut oozes, you shouldn’t f-ck wit’ crews
that’s sick, aftermath cause we rule sh-t
i’m big hit, don’t confuse me wit’ no other by the flow, motherf-cker

you look like ac green, b-tch don’t call here anymore
with feet like ben vereen, b-tch dont call here anymore!

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