Big Ego's OG

[Spoken Intro] Los Angeles approach control This is Cessna 0281-Echo-119.3, over Cessna 81-Echo, Los Angeles approach control, roger, go ahead Cessna 81-Echo is over the Compton Airport, 5-2 at 5000 Requesting ground controlled approach To the Los Angeles Airport, over 81-Echo, Los Angeles approach controlled, roger Radar identification; turn right, heading 0-3-0 [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] I got mo' class than most of 'em, ran with the best of 'em Forgave the less of 'em and blazed at the rest of 'em I'm not rich I only got a hundred dollars And each one of my dollars immediately yo' dollars Analytically, I survive the game politically God's with me, that's why heavily I sign satirically My breath smells endo, I spit the thunder Let me break this shit down, so you don't have to wonder Rocking S-Classes, My whole committee so blunted Niggas evacuated the steez All in all love, until Dre had enough And toting on anybody who ain't close enough to touch Cold like the whisper, quick with the inter Sold rappers seven solo stars than a ninja Pass to Jerry Heller, I'm about to tell 'em Just so I can put on a new Aftermath emblem Hittin' switches, makin' bitches eat bitches See me grab my dick every time I pose for pictures I own acres, floor seats watchin' the Lakers I'm cool with eses who got AK's in cases [Chorus: Hittman] Dedicated to all of those with big egos Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the Heezos Niggas play this in their Rovers, Jeeps and Regals Dedicated to all of those with big egos Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the Heezos Bitches play this in their Benzes, Jeeps and Geos [Verse 2: Hittman] I'll bust a Mr. Toughy, slash a Smoovy Doovy Crashin' Flex on Tuesdays, harassin' hoes at movies Passin' by with Uzis, like who you aiming at? That shady bitch and that bitch nigga that was claimin' that Rat-a-tat-tat Down with Dre, shoot the gat, they hella slushy you can stress that like my Chronic sack I don't sympathize with wack hoes and wimpy guys They gotta recognize Hittman is an enterprise Cali pride, Bronson rider South Central-ised The Henny got me energized, smoke the guys Tryna 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 niggas in the pen that get hit When the guards look the other way We hittin' hard – Hittman 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 Snooty & snooze, cop booze Pop coochie 'til the nut oozes, you shouldn't fuck with crews That's sick, the aftermath is we rule shit I'm Big Hitt, don't confuse me with no other 'Bout to blow, motherfucker [Chorus: Hittman] Dedicated to all of those with big egos Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the Heezos Niggas play this in their Rovers, Jeeps and Regals Dedicated to all of those with big egos Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the Heezos Bitches play this in their Benzes, Jeeps and Geos