[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
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