[Intro: Nature]
A tale of two cities
Right there
[Verse 1: Nature]
It's time we set it straight, connect wit' Dre the correct way
Predictin' platinum in less than a day
So for that we toast amongst us, while y'all lackin' hope
All I do is write raps, stack, relax and smoke
Seein' my dreams come true
Stayin' humble in the eyes of others
Politickin' wit' the wisest brothers
It's Nature — one of the greatest, peep how I play this
Straight from the 'Bridge, one of your kids' favorites
From now 'til the day that I'm stiff
Foul flagrant, pay the rent, always stay swift
Stuck in my ways, type chauvinistic
Since a youth, I had a thing for big Coups, flooded rings and older bitches
Holdin' my riches in lump sums for trust funds
Fully recovered thugs lust to bust guns
While niggas get drunk, beat wives and cuss sons
A slow process called life, let's show progress
[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
Don Cortés, white rags, cherry Bentley
Cop shines from Italy, speak money language fluently
Never fuck wit' the nastiest, flashiest
Bought a house big as Scarface to show my happiness
Rackin' the 6-0's, for those that want to get personal to home
Cock the heavy metal, rollin' wit’ my stones
Prominent wit’ flashy garments, spend a mill'
Small bills bring a smile to a ice grill
Popular, loved throughout the industry
If they sue, light a Phillie 'cause the judges gotta Free Willy
Salute wit’ chilled Remy
Gently escort four ladies a arm, The Four Seasons at the club
Bentleys, condo suites — I'm fancy
20 floors up, overlookin' ladies, boomerang they panties
Bump The Firm Family's latest, takin' trips to Las Dregas
That's how we do at Aftermath Incorporated
[Chorus: Traci Nelson]
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'monnn
It's the motherfuckin' Firm Fami-ly, oooooh! Yeah!
I better pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreamin', ohhhh!
'Cause the way you make me feel I feel like.. oohhhh, screamin'!
[Verse 3: Nature]
I spit rhymes for the radio and spit for tours
Spend doe that I never thought I'd hold before
Now, if you just wanna front, you know my style's tight
Niggas never should've plugged up the motherfuckin' mic
Sippin' Tanqueray, 60-inch screen when we hang wit' Dre
Just flew in from Queens, no bag and plan to stay
In the heat, park the Rolls Royce on Venice Beach
Seein' topless bitches rollerbladin' in the street
[Verse 4: Dr. Dre]
While I lounge in a Jacuzz', sky clear blue
Got the whole crew — Nas, AZ, Nature, Foxy there too
How we do? Hit trees, Cristal bottles
Breeze tropical, spread love 'til we wobble
It's time to give, let the kids live comfortable
Anybody pumpin' beef between East and West? Fuck you!
Make moves political, get this revenue
Set examples, respect every individual
[Chorus: Traci Nelson]
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'monnn
It's gotta be the motherfuckin' Firm Fami-ly, oooooh! Yeah!
I better pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreamin', ohhhh!
'Cause the way you make me feel I feel like.. oohhhh, screamin'!
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'monnn, ohhhhh!
