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Song title: Dr Dre - Bad Intentions

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[dr. dre]
Put your cups up, get your smoke in
Baby, we partyin, aint nobody locn
Who you provokin, what you want now?
Take a look around, its pimp shit goin down
Its a lot of bitches, a whole lot of freaks
Top notch hoes, they flock in every week
What you wan do, get your next thrill
Take an x pill, how the sex feel?
Damn you lookin good, all ten of yall
Wwanna roll (yeaaah!), Im dickin yall
Keep your face down (ooh), keep your ass up (ohhh)
You know what your doin (ooooh), keep that shit movin (yeah)
Keep them titties jumpin, keep the henny comin
Every bitch in here need to be touchin somethin
I know they like it hot, thats why I keep it hot
So how the fuck could they not want a piece of doc?

Chorus: knoc-turnal]
I dont give a fuck cause Im just
Drinkin, smokin, straight west-coastin
Bitches puttin ass in motion
Pussy poppin, sex promotin
Got a cup? [raise it up]
Got a blunt? [blaze it up]
Thats your bitch? [on these nuts]
Really I dont...[give a fuck]
All I really know is your hoe wants to be with me, and she aint playin
And what Im sayin (she creeps with me)
And sleeps, between the sheets

[dr. dre]
Soon as the door close
I make em curl toes, they all wanna get chose
We never love yall, my niggas all macks
We sip a lot of yak, fuck and never call back
Pack women in the club until its pitch black
Thugs on their block wonderin where their bitch at
Where you think nigga? she with the aftermath
Called her house, she aint home, she with aftermath
No talkin, fuck how your day go
You want dick (yeeeaah!), will bitch say so
Dont be shy now, probably the best at it
They say a party aint a party until the west at it
Gravitate to the doc like its automatic
Take your clothes off, make me wanna grab it
Turn around with it, make me wanna stab it (yeaah)
Time to get it crackin, show me them bad habits (oooh)

[chorus]

[knoc-turnal]
When shes all alone she sneaks out to be with me
And what Im sayin is she aint playin (she creeps with me)
And sleeps, between the sheets

[dr. dre]
Yeah, aftermath, doc dre, 5-star surgeon general (yeaaah!)
Nocturnal, l.a. confidential (yeaaah!)
What up infinite, mahagony droppin the instrumental (yeaaah!)
Do the math, aftermath gets the last laugh (yeaaah!)