Young Dre

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Okay, let's play a game Say my name, you gettin' sprayed with flames Diesel, paper planes doused with alcohol Bound to fall and butane produce chain reaction You ain't the main attraction You're aimless, your brain's relapsin', diesel I'm the only thang that's happenin' I'm livin' the cinema, look at the lyrics I'm givin' up Stir it up like Tang, sure to bust like Bang Affectin' anything within radius or range Oakland's spokesman, my vocal voltage Known some frequencies, promote the beast in me Like the Werewolf of London, focus Somethin' like a phenomenon, beyond the norm [Verse 2] Young Dre, hungry, everything I done pay Come play in the playground The way I glide, gotta make ya proud So of course, inadvertently, some gotta hate my style Can't do nothin' 'bout that now, full thrust Stomp like a wooly mammoth, mouth full of tusks Here, gimme yo hand, I'll pull you up But don't think you finna pull me down, or ring out Wet towels and rags, stay pilin' cash Thousands, stackin' em, my bed with moneybags Havin' fun with raps, that's the only way Phonies pay a hefty fee Administering the injection is my speciality I stretch the beat with lyrics in my breath when I speak Dudes be extra weak, slash flimsy They don't offend me, I'm living fatter than a blimp be Can't solve the mystery with Agatha Christie Smokin' like a chimney, you're gonna need an MD Empty words is simply earnest poppycock; that's when you talk a lot With little info, I bit your esophagus and walked it out Y'all ain't even know I had a song coming out I'm like Michael Jordan, when I see, I stick my tongue out [Verse 3] As long as I'm able-bodied, I'll illustrate the motley unorthodox speech Ungodly, it spooked the paparazzi Called kamikaze, leaving flopped beats disembodied Diesel, a day in the life, sidesteppin' And invadin' the hype, whatchu know about it? Big mouth, say what you like 'Cause at the end of the day, y'all psyched, but, that goes without it Being said, I'll break ya even while you're thievin' for a piece of bread I'm unsweetened with no signs of saccharin Plus [?] my style's immaculate, impassionate Words I fashioned for the underground and the masses Whoever wanna check my aspects? Y'all get an old world, old style, [?] While I'm in a foxhole, my payrolls grows [?] Steamroll ya clique like Moon Patrol Cruise control all the way to the Super Bowl My name, brand, narrative, ain't the same bland story Self-explanatory, that ya can't ignore me