[Verse 1]
World class since Wreckin' Cru
'Cause my resume say "Wreckin' crews"
Cut all my records like the best to do it, destined to
Dress for the music so I could step to it
Yeah, no one does it better as I step to her
Lex Lugers through your smoke and mirrors, I appear miraculous
Emotions clear, my devotion matters
I clap rappers like award show writers
What's the doors of your Viper to the thoughts of a Chrysler?
Opportunity knocked on the window of my limo
And offendin' me, tryna give advice how I could get on
Nigga, you couldn't picture the soundscapes I spit on
I'll do it for you, aluminum foil for sitcoms
Uh, have rap wrapped like Reynolds for rentals and continentals
On Centinela posted like a Sentinel
With seven yellers, kiss Ladera on my way to work
Skipped church, twisted up the earth in a new shirt
[Hook]
Yeah, for Dre Day
Dre Day
Dre Day
Uh, and did I mention Chronic?
[Verse 2]
Was sick, went through bubonics if you through with knowledge
No comment, the Lakers beat the Supersonics
Straight Ebonics if you want to call it alcoholic
Found my wallet, next thing you know, I'm found on Slauson
Talking all them prices down 'fore I take the shot of Sunset
We couldn't crush, we wasn't one yet
The ones wasn't huggin' my block, cuffin' my knots
I could pull out my chariot, stop, and just ride
Uh, for all the bitches and the hoes and tricks
Yeah, we brought it back so you don't forget (Dre Day)
Uh, Dre Day
[Outro]
Nigga, uh
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