متن آهنگ ETA (with Snoop Dogg, Busta Rhymes & Anderson .Paak

متن آهنگ ETA (with Snoop Dogg, Busta Rhymes & Anderson .Paak) از Dr. Dre

Ay, I think my shit kickin' in What's the perfect hue of the sun, nigga? What's the ETA on the blunt? Yeah, on life, nigga, like Alright, c'mon, let's get serious Yeah, been around, versatile, South of France, Rosecrans Pin 'em up, knock 'em down, baby, I don't hold hands (whoa) Big booty, little dog, joggin' bark in her arms Tryna get her fitness on, bitch, just hop in the car Uh, I been around, marathon, Compton to Avalon Me and Anderson, this is like Royal Tenenbaums No one goes to cinemas, so we on demand They want a hologram, it's TikTok and dances Big shot, been the bomb, make me reminisce upon I remember me and Dogg, swap meet, Dickies on When was that? In '93? You probably wasn't even born Dre, I think you need to the trade Range for the '64 Shit, I've been going back and forth Chevy or a Aventador, took a walk in the park Nigga, that's your backyard Say, Dre, where you get them shrooms with chocolate? The same place that I saw them Gods out in Panama Weave through the weed, smoke trees where my seeds grow Let 'em try to press, get shot like a free throw Uh, niggas want beef 'til they get their fucking teeth broke I just want peace, they don't want me to be peaceful You know I'm a king, look at how my Cuban link glow Gold medallion flow, only second to the Nile Girls gone wild, like them broads up in college Looking at my child do the same thing that I did Nigga, where was you in the eighties? Reaganomics, we sold crack to mothers and their babies Fiends was runnin' 'round with stolen shit to sell me crazy But I took some shorts and a couple nicks of crack I gave 'em, maybe Gave this bitch a sample, that's my test tube baby Tell them fiends we back in town, ice cream, pastries Five star general, bitch, I'm outranking 'em Fiends gave me so much bread I had to start thanking 'em Side hustlers stole some of my dope, I started spanking 'em Talked the coke and asked the Jamaican accent, Shabba Rankin 'em If you stole my shit with a nigga that helped you, walk the plank with 'em Hmm, bruk him down, like a bomboclaat acronym Shh, look don't tell your peeps, but all of my niggas are after him Hmm, you're just a bitch, tell me, why you're actin' so masculine? Hmm, who the fuck is he? Tell me, why are the fuck is you asking him (why?) And as I'm smoking the branch, watch me past the limb I'm only here to collect my blessings, where the pastor been? Weave through the weed, smoke trees where my seeds grow Let 'em try to press, get shot like a free throw Uh, niggas want beef 'til they get their fucking teeth broke I just want peace, they don't want me to be peaceful You know I'm a king, look at how my Cuban link glow Gold medallion flow, only second to the Nile Girls gone wild, like them broads up in college Looking at my child do the same thing that I did