Blaaatttt

[Intro: Dr. Dre & C.S. Armstrong]

Doc back, click clack

This that blaaatttt

That's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mil-if and I dig it

That's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mil-if and I dig it (Mmm)

That's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mil-if and I dig it (Yeah)

That's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mil-if and I dig it (Mmm)

Is my mic loud enough?

Can y'all hear me out there?

Okay (Yeah), I'm reloaded

[Interlude: Dr. Dre & C.S. Armstrong]

Mmm, everything I touch goes psycho (Psycho)

E-e-everything I touch goes psycho

Everything (Up in this) goes psycho

Eh, get to the business

Call me a menace (Hm, yeah)

Shit, from the beginning (Ah)

(Is it like that? Now that's hard)

Okay, I'm ready (I see you)

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre & C.S. Armstrong]

Doc Dre bitch, this is Starbucks

Father figure, nigga call me daddy Warbucks (Wooh)

Created millionaires in this motherfucker

Shit, I stay up in the air on these motherfuckers (Zeus)

Ah, ripped the hood? I already did it

Never worry 'bout my past, I ain't tryna re-live it (Nah-ah)

This that big fat, boom bap, mix that

Say you wanna be up in this room, gotta earn that

Don't want no trouble, just tryna pivot

Black Mamba mentality designed for winning

And the winning keep comin' at a mile a minute

Don't know how you niggas sleep with the lies you live in

This is grown man business, you niggas is kiddin'

Ugh, money over pussy, decisions decisions

I got 'em both motherfucker, I'm makin' a livin'

Ever foot step I take, nigga I'm shakin' the buildin'

It's what's up-

[Verse 2: C.S. Armstrong & Dr. Dre]

Lord, I came too far from the bullshit (From the bullshit)

I tell you why I ain't worried 'bout niggas doin' shit (Doin' shit) (Okay)

Really my nigga who ain't doin' this (Doin' this)

I mean, apply the pressure, I ain't new to this (Okay)

You say you the man, but you want to be the bat

Fly again, fly again, but you niggas scared to dance

On that left foot, motherfucker goddamn

You niggas clowns, I'm a motherfuckin' Superman

[Interlude: C.S. Armstrong, Busta Rhymes & Dr. Dre]

That's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mil-if and I dig it (Yah)

That's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mil-if and I dig it (Yas)

That's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mil-if and I dig it (Yah)

That's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mil-if and I (Ooh, yeah)

Yeah, say my song

Don't leave me out here hangin' high (Hangin' dry) (Yah)

Buildin' for the thought, to don't you ask me why (Ask me why) (Yah)

Form an opinion (Ah-ha)

'Cause I wan't the buildin' (Okay)

I want it all (I want it all nigga)

So get out your finish (Stop it!)

Go get some buisnes (Time to-)

Time to make the call (You make the call c'mon)

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes & Dr. Dre]

We the realest

Control how your bitches feel if you mad that they feel us (Ah-ha)

I'm glad that you niggas have said America can't kill us (Ah-ha)

I move with some hostile niggas, my mans is gorrilas (Ah-ha)

They bumpin' into niggas until their champage is spill'd up

I dug and find a pot of gold, I'm puttin' my drill up

I'm packin' every floor, I'm watchin' the buildin' fill up

Like a jugs, nigga that target every house I'ma hit up

I lay a motherfucker down untill we force 'em to get up

(Blaaatttt)

[Outro: C.S. Armstrong]

That's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mil-if and I dig it

That's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mil-if and I dig it

That's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mil-if and I dig it

That's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mil-if and I dig it

That's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mi-, that's your mil-if and I dig it