Not Many Days Left

[Intro: Dr. Dre]

Yeah

Not many days left (Bring that shit)

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]

Too much stress can make a nigga hesitate with no time left

(I feel blessed though)

Here we go to the next

A Dr. Dre exclusive with music bruising your neck (What the fuck?)

Rip your plans up, Dre's ruling

You don't want to fuck around with the hands, let alone the gun foolin'

Like De La had niggas plug tunin'

Me and L had niggas zooming, me and Snoop flew the coup

Me keep your asses moving, with that hot shit

Club niggas like to request this around-the-clock shit

But I do it for my (hood niggas)

With rockets

Who learned how to survive and fatten them pockets

With 'x' amount of dollars the ballers, crime pays

But that snake shit'll leave that ass in a pine grave

Rocking project halls, from your sound-proof stalls

Got all you motherfuckers screaming "Yes yes y'all"

[Verse 2: Hittman]

All we need is 40 ounces and a tool to rule

In city duels used to buck fifty fools

Now I let off like white kids in elementary schools

Hit the news like Stacey Koon to Rodney crazy as a looney tune

Kids watch me, bitches jock me for this shit

Cause Hittman's the breaker of the monotony

For a faker man I won't shake your hand

Instead I'll shake like  land on which you stand like maracas in a mariachi band

Got my love back for this shit

Like  Joanie for Chachi now I'm a cocky man again

So I ride like the wind

In a fly Sedan Benz

Hanging out the window when I turn left to watch my rims spin

Ha, that line got my friends grinnin'

The fine bitches got my ends spendin'

The gin got my mind bendin'

In LA I stay balling like Lorenzen Wright

Lost angels sin at night

And I floss on the timid type

Dominique Dawes on that ass

End your night