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Song title: Dr Dre - As The World Keeps Turning

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Artist: dr. dre f/ where

Intro/chorus:

As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning
(this aint no) street sermon, these niggas are determined
*repeat*

Verse 1:where

I flow like cds 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 cant bust g
So leave me alone Im in the zone
Walkin the streets on my own, nigga get blown
Some niggas say that nigga where is gone
But Im low in the cut and gotta microphone
Are you gone bust or play bones?
You motherfuckin clone, get off that niggas style and getcha own
Its miscellane and its on again
For the niggas that slept, they shoulda stayed in step
And kept ya big fuckin 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 bitches off the dick
Cos she got a vice grip on the flow from my lips
Im slow but equipped with the proper tools
Show me the one talkin shit so I can drop a fool
Im out to glow a nigga 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 whats silly
Me, buckin with my team is murder one
I heard a gun bustin shots (shots!), down the block (block!)
I guess a nigga gettin what he got (got!)
Shit is heavy like a medicine ball and broke niggas to smoke niggas
Ill fuck one for yall, they made ya last phone call
To a trick that didnt even care
Cos she was gettin fucked somewhere, youre stuck in there
Now you wanna bust, nigga, now you wanna kill, nigga (nigga)
Nigga how ya feel? (nigga)
You cant try to be real (you cant try to be real)
Shit is for real

Chorus

Verse 3:where

Im cooler than most, but I got the shorter temper
And Im cooler than foes that dont know how it goes
Lets take it back to the first side
When you was a new jack and jockin my new track
But you was wrong, didnt know about the big long
Head-strong, nicknamed dav from off the school yard
Witta teenage group Im turnin loots to tracks
Me and my niggas 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 bitches and niggas 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 niggas thats on the same plateau
Now thats 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 pussy and crack rock dwells