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[Dr. Dre]Check Check, 1,2 , 1,2 1,2(it's rolling)Yea yea yea Dr. Dre up in here Y'all know what this is.its what y'all been waiting for Funk Master Flex, Big Kap,Def Jam Records giving it to you baby.Yo Eminem show these mother fuckers what time it is baby[Eminem]I used to be a lonely man, only mad, until I got a million dollars, shitNow if i only had some fucking hair I'd pull it, faster than a bulletout of Tupac's chest before the ambulance came too late to do itI'm trying to grow it back again, it was an accidentI had my back against the fan and chopped it off in AmsterdamI hate the straight jacket it aint latching, and can't lock itso they stapled my hand to my pants pocketsThe cell's padded and battered like someone else had itbefore me, and just kept throwing they fucking selfs at itMy head is aching, I'm dedicated to medicationbut this med is taking to long to bring me this sedadation? (Come on!)Anyway I got down with Dre (What up?)The first man who taught me how the glock sounded to sprayRunning up and down the street screaming, "Fuck the Police"when you still had your mother's fucking Nipple stuck in your teeth(fucking baby) Became a role model after ColoradoNow all they do is follow me around and holla Bravo!Hell yea I punch my bitch and beat my kids in publicLetras de cancionesSuck my dick, bitchI'm sick enough to fuck a man in his face but I won'tcause you'll probably wanna stand in his placeSo put a sock in it, with your fake-ass Tupac imageYou faggots ain't tough, you just get drunk and become talkative(Wanna Fight?) I'm probably the akwardest alcoholic talkingWalking like a midget with a ladder in his back pocketSo when you see me on your block stumbling, mumblingA bunch of dumb shit like my drunk uncle doesI ain't buzzed, I'mm juss high on lifeSo why on earth would I need drugs, when I can fly on kites?Motherfuckers, Slim ShadyDr Dre: Dr Dre!Eminem: I'm drunk pass the tecChorus: Eminem and Dr. Dre (repeat 2X)Cause if I get locked up tonite!Then I might not come home tonite![Dre] Keep it moving! Off and on, Eminem is onOff and on, Dr. Dre is On[Eminem]The whole entire world can sit and twirl like a whirling tireI set a fucking girl on fire with a curling iron (AHH!)Psych I'm just joking, for christ sakeDont get so bent out of shapecause I went out and raped six girlfriendsSome people just don't get it, but I won't let it upset mecause they don't know betterThey don't know what the fuck its like to be so fed upand fed so many uppers you're down and won't get upMy mind's gota mind of it's own, sometimes I can't find it at homeit hides in the stove (Hello, where you at?)Shit, talk about your brain being bakedMy shit's still in the oven on 480 De-GradesHailey Jade, daddy loves you baby,Don't ever tell me how to raise my daughter fuck you ladyYou critics wanna criticize but couldnt visualizeindividuals lives through a criminal's eyesThe neighborhood that I grew up in you could die for nothingand Dirty Dozen watches over me so try some dumb shitI'll have a fucking man raped with a band-aid over his mouthand shove his head in the fan bladeDon't ever tell me what I can and what I can't sayor change cause of the age range in my fan baseLike I give a fuck who's buying this shitQuit fucking buying it, I'm tired bitch, I'm dying to quitHip Hop is universal now, it's all commercial nowIt's like a circle full of circus clowns up in the circuit nowBut now the white kids like it, so they tell me I can buy itbut as soon as I get on the mic it's like the night get silenteither that or booed, thats why I keep an attitudeand go to sleep with it and wake up with it every afternoonI'm sick of being judged, fuck it let me see a judgeI'll confess to every murder I committed since 3 years oldChorus[Dr. Dre]Fuck that, turn that shit offLet's get the fuck out of hereYou know how we do (echo) From Letras Mania