Dr.Dre - As The World Keeps Turning

Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Where


Intro/Chorus:

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
(This ain't no) street sermon, these are determined
*Repeat*

Verse 1:Where

I flow like CD's in the deck
Moosh fools in the face that lack respect
Protect ya arm, pitch from the funk
I deodirise the musty, ya rhymes are crusty, you can't bust G
So leave me alone I'm in the zone
Walkin the streets on my own, nigg* get blown
Some say that nigg* Where is gone
But I'm low in the cut and gotta microphone
Are you gone bust or play bones?
You motherfkin clone, get off that nigg*'s style and get'cha own
It's Miscellane and it's on again
For the that slept, they shoulda stayed in step
And kept ya big fkin mouth shut

Chorus

Verse 2:Where

I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, back ache
Advil, Tylenol, Peptol, slept so long realised my world is wrong
My world is gone like disco
Blowin up Cisco and in my Cammo
Standin in back of me was my soul
Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank roll
Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold
A tar can of hos to lubricate my system quick
Shaky girls off the d*ck
Cos she got a vice grip on the flow from my lips
I'm slow but equipped with the proper tools
Show me the one talkin s**t so I can drop a fool
I'm out to glow a nigg* roll if he think he Mr CREAM
Come back on the scene and smoke a phillie, G
I really dream of gettin mine now let me tell you what's silly
Me, buckin with my team is murder one
I heard a gun bustin shots (SHOTS!), down the block (BLOCK!)
I guess a nigg* gettin what he got (GOT!)
s**t is heavy like a medicine ball and broke to smoke
I'll fk one for y'all, they made ya last phone call
To a trick that didn't even care
Cos she was gettin fked somewhere, you're stuck in there
Now you wanna bust, nigg*, now you wanna kill, nigg* (nigg*)
nigg* how ya feel? (nigg*)
You can't try to be real (You can't try to be real)
s**t is for real

Chorus

Verse 3:Where

I'm cooler than most, but I got the shorter temper
And I'm cooler than foes that don't know how it goes
Let's take it back to the first side
When you was a new jack and jockin my new track
But you was wrong, didn't know about the big long
Head-strong, nicknamed Dav from off the school yard
Witta teenage group I'm turnin loots to tracks
Me and my like (These tracks are laced with bomb weed and tight
lyrics)
You wanna know what the hos used to do
When me and my crew came bustin through
All sorts of blushins brew
(A neighbourhood find, a gift too swift, Miscellane is the crew)
Underground till my brown eyed balls turned blue
This is for the girls and that wanna front
I smoke on, I broke on till I spoke on
Miscellane packin shows like Farrakhan
Where is on another level with two that's on the same plateau
Now that's three times your tightest flow
And three times ya tightest track, three times your fattest sack
Three times is clever (BUCK!)

Chorus x 2

Outro:

Thou shalt rest in grief who lay buried in the belt
Barely included work, leaves bodies scarred and hurt
To art in hell, where the next man dwells
The place with stankin p*ssy and crack rock dwells

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