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[Intro: Dr. Dre] Yeah, classic hip hop sh*t Dr. D-R-E Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] We started out moppin' floors And now we front row at the awards Number one for the last twenty years If you real, mothaf*cka scream cheers! Mothaf*cka scream cheers! Heh, and it is what it is He wanted to shine at the swap meet Til the white boys got him in that hot seat I only love it when her hair long You should listen to this beat through my headphones Money long, number one twenty years strong F*ck a gym, I am him, I'm Andre Young G5s to 64s, Dre got 'em If the b*tch bad I got her in red bottoms Great weed, nice homes, bread proper Tech nine, one chamber, top shotta Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter Born broke, real n*gga straight out of Compton The f*ck you magazine n*ggas want from me? I rewrote the game, n*gga, now talk money Letras de cancionesAll black on my Al Capone sh*t I built a house, n*gga get your own sh*t I only love it when her hair long You should listen to this beat through my headphones [Interlude: Rick Ross] See y'all n*ggas Hit the switches on that sh*t one time, ugh Let the top down [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I came a long way from the weed game Twenty stack seats at the Heat game And I'm still strapped with the heat man And we steppin' on a n*gga feet man 80 pair of sneakers came from the D game Cousin was a Crip, said it was a C thing Brown bag money in a duffle bag F*ck 'em all, wet 'em and we gotta double back The homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchen On the mission, said he get it for his son tuition Real n*gga's dreams comin' to fruition Stumble, but I never fall, leanin' on my pistol I only love it when the ass fat We should listen to this track in my Maybach I'm just tryin' to be a billionaire Come and suck a d*ck for a millionaire [Interlude: Jay-Z] Uh, it's just different I know it feels different [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown Play this sh*t while you play around with my crown King H-O, y'all should know by now But if you don't know, uh Millions on the wall and all my rooms N*ggas couldn't f*ck with my daughter's room N*ggas couldn't walk in my daughter's socks Banksy b*tches, Basquiat I ran through that buck fifty Live Nation fronted me They workin' on another deal, they talkin' two hundred fifty I'm holdin' out for three Two seventy five and I just might agree Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer Now look at me, I can park in my own arena I only love her if her weave new I'm still a hood n*gga, what you want me to do? Been hoppin' out the BM with your BM Takin' her places you can't go with your per diem Screamin' carpe diem until I'm a dead poet Robin Williams sh*t, I deserve a golden globe b*tch! I take a Ace in the meanwhile You ain't gotta keep this Khaled, it's just a freestyle F*ck rap money, I've made more off crates F*ck show money, I spent that on drapes Close the curtains, f*ck boy, out my face I whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the case Murder was the case that they gave me I killed the Hermes store, somebody save me Stuntin' to the max like wavy Oh sh*t! Oh, stuntin' to the max, I'm so wavy Used to shop at TJ Maxx back in '83 I don't even know if it was open then I ain't know Oprah then Have the XL 80 bike Loud motor, they be like, "Damn!" when I'm comin' through, rrraaanngg Had the grill in '88, y'all n*ggas is late You got all that, right? I love this sh*t like my own daughter Let's spray these n*ggas, baby, just like daddy taught ya Young, this is just different From Letras Mania