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Listen, this is Dres, and I
I'm letting you know that S-H-O-W-B-I-Z and A-G
Are all of that, so
Just sit back and relax
If you got a big bozack, grab that
Like Mr. Long, my brother from another mother
Yo, check it out
Speak to your speaker
'Cause it's the time of day, there's something new for the mass
Pass, peep a, tribe heart, die hard shit hardly ever
Not never, but whichever your pleasure, whatever's clever
We're deeper than the ports in the back of your cerebellum
Dres, Dre and Showbiz is rippin' this shit, so tell 'em
We came, we saw, we broke the fuck out
You're payin' labor, if you give good head you can stay
Hey, what's wrong with the world today?
Brothers bustin' brothers for less than time of day
For pay, for hammers, proper, anal
Sunshine and Whitey's got your mama
Now do you want to change it for the children with a comma?
For who? Me? I, myself, you know the one
Doin' what I gotta do when I do, come
I just get off, not just that
Yo, I say I do it good and Shock and Kai know that we be in Hollywood
Don't get jel if we cash large checks
'Cause we skidily-dip-d-doo-dap-d-dip for effects
Brothers think I'll diss 'em but I'm really on their dicks
Look into my album, kid, you'll see all the flicks
But no, you'd rather film a movie just to cold me
So I was bonin' Mama and your mother fuckin' told me
I'm playin', I really got no time on the real
But yo, the shit be unique, so do what you feel
Don't think I'm live? Then take a swigga
'Cause I'm from Queens and I roll with Bronx niggas
Check it, check it, check what I say
You can bounce with Dres or you can bounce with Dre
You can flip the script or you can parlay
Or you can learn the words and say what we say
If you're chillin' with your crew (You gotta bounce to this)
If you're hittin' up some skins (You gotta bounce to this)
If you're coolin' at a club (You gotta bounce to this)
No matter what you do (You gotta bounce)
They say more bounce to the ounce, well a giant weighs tons
Step into the two, but we're not the ones
Brothers are flippin', some other suckers are trippin'
Yeah, you gotta take a whippin' to see that I'm live and kickin'
I'm the A to the G-I
Followed by the A-N-T, rollin' with the Show B-I
Black boots, black hat, slick like a black cat
Flip like a fat cat? Never none of that, black
But I got tecs for those who wanna flex
So many styles, you don't know which one is comin' next
We've been bouncin' to the ounce for months
Finesse is here, yeah, Premier's got the blunts
Jazzy's gettin' jazzy, Big L is raisin' hell
Show is buggin' with the beats, and he's booted, can't you tell?
Diggin' In The Crates is in our corner
Ice Water, DeShaun, and Long is gettin' longer
Gary Gator got the lethal
Infinite, Cool J, yeah, they are my people
Act like Dres because he's livin' fat
And say you can bounce to this or you can bounce to that
My respect, and all the dough, that's all that counts
Yo, I'm out, ayo, Dres, let's make 'em bounce
If you're chillin' on the ave (You gotta bounce to this)
If you're coolin' in your house (You gotta bounce to this)
If you're rockin' in a Walkman (You gotta bounce to this)
No matter what you're doin' (You gotta bounce)
If you're on lockdown (You gotta bounce to this)
Got the boom in your box (You gotta bounce to this)
Even if you're deaf (Bounce to this)
No matter what you're doin' (You gotta bounce)
Listen, this is Dres, and I
I'm letting you know that S-H-O-W-B-I-Z and A-G
Are all of that, so
Just sit back and relax
If you got a big bozack, grab that
Like Mr. Long, my brother from another mother
Yo, check it out
It's goin' like down like this, down like that
It's just goin' down, you know what I'm sayin'?
And to my other brother from another mother
Big World, poor thing, out doin' what he gotta do
See you in a few
We good, baby Paul