(hip hop beat)
♪ Y'all know me, still the same O.G. ♪
♪ But I been low-key ♪
♪ Hated on by most these
niggas with no cheese ♪
♪ No deals and no G's ♪
♪ No wheels and no keys ♪
♪ No boats, no snowmobiles, and no skis ♪
♪ Mad at me 'cause I can finally afford ♪
♪ To provide my family with groceries ♪
♪ Got a crib with a studio
and it's all full of tracks ♪
♪ To add to the wall full of plaques ♪
♪ Hanging up in the office in
back of my house like trophies ♪
♪ Did y'all think I'm gon' let
my dough freeze, hoe please ♪
♪ You better bow down on both knees ♪
♪ Who you think taught
you to smoke trees ♪
♪ Who you think brought you the oldies ♪
♪ Eazy-E's, Ice Cubes, and D.O.C's ♪
♪ The Snoop D-O-double-G's ♪
♪ And the group that said
motherfuck the police ♪
♪ Gave you a tape full of dope beats ♪
♪ To bump when you stroll
through in your hood ♪
♪ And when your album sales
wasn't doing too good ♪
♪ Who's the Doctor they
told you to go see ♪
♪ Y'all better listen up closely ♪
♪ All you niggas that
said that I turned pop ♪
♪ Or The Firm flopped ♪
♪ Y'all are the reason that Dre
ain't been getting no sleep ♪
♪ So fuck y'all, all of y'all ♪
♪ If y'all don't like me, blow me ♪
♪ Y'all are gonna keep
fucking around with me ♪
♪ And turn me back to the old me ♪
♪ Nowadays everybody wanna talk ♪
♪ Like they got something to say ♪
♪ But nothing comes out
when they move their lips ♪
♪ Just a bunch of gibberish ♪
♪ And motherfuckers act
like they forgot about Dre ♪
♪ Nowadays everybody wanna talk ♪
♪ Like they got something to say ♪
♪ But nothing comes out
when they move their lips ♪
♪ Just a bunch of gibberish ♪
♪ And motherfuckers act
like they forgot about Dre ♪
♪ So what do you say
to somebody you hate ♪
♪ Or anyone tryin' to
bring trouble your way ♪
♪ Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way ♪
♪ Then just study a tape of N.W.A ♪
♪ One day I was walking by ♪
♪ With a Walkman on ♪
♪ When I caught a guy ♪
♪ Give me an awkward eye ♪
♪ And I strangled him
up in the parking lot ♪
♪ With his Karl Kani ♪
(car wreckage)
- [Lady] Fella, I know you!
- Hey, fuck you, you stupid bitch!
- Shame on you!
- [Slim] Shut the fuck up!
(woman screams)
Fuckin' little piece of shit.
- What are you doing
in my yard?
Put it back!
- Shut up, bitch.
- [Lady] This is a shame.
If you don't stop peeing in my yard.
So bad for you.
Now, you and whoever your hoodlums,
you are ruining my sleep and
my baby pie isn't waking up
because you woke him up
to do it always again.
You are never gonna...
- We are just in front of the house
where the fire broke out
in upscale neighborhood,
as you can see.
(lady screaming deliriously)
- My dog!
My house, my dog!
- This elderly woman appears
to be the victim in all of this.
- We'll get your dog.
- Very distraught.
And this gentleman here,
he claims to have seen it all happen.
Can you tell me your name, sir?
- Yeah, all I know is I'm upstairs,
I'm listening to my Will Smith CD,
then I seen all these
flames going everywhere,
you know what I'm saying?
Hold on a minute, bitch.
- [Reporter] You're
destroying the microphone.
- Hold on a minute.
- [Reporter] All right.
That is enough.
- Yo, Detroit, what!
Detroit, what!
- Okay, thank you, sir.
- Detroit, baby!
- That is the latest
from Press to Shoot, reporting
live for News Channel Eight,
I'm Jane Yamamoto, back to you, Steve.
♪ And when the cops came through ♪
♪ Me and Dre stood next
to a burnt down house ♪
♪ With a can full of gas
and a hand full of matches ♪
♪ And still weren't found out ♪
♪ So from here on out
it's the Chronic II ♪
♪ Starting today and tomorrow's anew ♪
♪ And I'm still loco enough to choke you ♪
♪ To death with a Charleston Chew ♪
♪ Chicka Chicka Chicka Slim Shady ♪
♪ Hotter than a set of twin babies ♪
♪ In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up ♪
♪ When the temp goes up to the mid-80s ♪
♪ Calling men ladies, sorry,
Doc, but I been crazy ♪
♪ There's no way that you can save me ♪
♪ It's okay, go with him Hailie ♪
♪ Nowadays everybody wanna talk ♪
♪ Like they got something to say ♪
♪ But nothing comes out
when they move their lips ♪
♪ Just a bunch of gibberish ♪
♪ And motherfuckers act
like they forgot about Dre ♪
♪ Nowadays everybody wanna talk ♪
♪ Like they got something to say ♪
♪ But nothing comes out
when they move their lips ♪
♪ Just a bunch of gibberish ♪
♪ And motherfuckers act
like they forgot about Dre ♪
♪ If it was up to me ♪
♪ You motherfuckers would
stop coming up to me ♪
♪ With your hands out looking up to me ♪
♪ Like you want something free ♪
♪ When my last CD was out,
you wasn't bumping me ♪
♪ But now that I got this little company ♪
♪ Everybody wanna come to me
like it was some disease ♪
♪ But you won't get a crumb from me ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm from the streets of Compton ♪
♪ I told 'em all, all
them little gangstas ♪
♪ Who you think helped mold 'em all ♪
♪ Now you wanna run around
talking 'bout guns ♪
♪ Like I ain't got none ♪
♪ What you think I sold 'em
all, cause I stay well off ♪
♪ Now all I get is hate mail
all day saying Dre fell off ♪
♪ What, 'cause I been in the
lab with a pen and a pad ♪
♪ Tryin' to get this damn label off ♪
♪ I ain't havin' that, this is
the millennium of Aftermath ♪
♪ It ain't gonna be nothin' after that ♪
♪ So give me one more platinum plaque ♪
♪ And fuck rap, you can have it back ♪
♪ So where's all the Mad Rappers at ♪
♪ It's like a jungle in this habitat ♪
♪ But all you savage cats ♪
♪ Know that I was strapped with gats ♪
♪ When you were cuddling a Cabbage Patch ♪
♪ Nowadays everybody wanna talk ♪
♪ Like they got something to say ♪
♪ But nothing comes out
when they move their lips ♪
♪ Just a bunch of gibberish ♪
♪ And motherfuckers act
like they forgot about Dre ♪
- Who's next?
(dark hip hop beat)
♪ Comin' in stompin',
it's Hitt from Bronson ♪
♪ In collaboration with Dre from Compton ♪
♪ Huh, I came to say a little somethin' ♪
♪ Hittman, 2000 ♪
♪ Hittman, at your service ♪
♪ Highly intensive tongue
talents makin' all nervous ♪
♪ Y'all fakin', I'm 409 with
my rhymes, all purpose ♪
♪ Y'all hatin', popped up
with Dre, y'all nervous ♪
♪ Y'all waitin', anticipatin' ♪
♪ My arrival, California survivalist ♪
♪ Smash on any man rival this ♪
♪ Blast on anyone who
don't ride with Hitt ♪
♪ Y'all betta buy my ish ♪
(toilet flushing)
♪ Hittman, 2000 ♪
(hip hop beat fades)
