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Intro: Yes yes y’all, ooh funk.... Yes yes y’all, to the beat y’all From the ol schizzy with the yes yizzy y’all Ooh in come funk Yes yes y’all, to the beat y’all From the ol schizzy it’s the yes yizzy y’all Ooh notes come wrong Verse 1: Dre is chillin, ruff is chillin What more can I say? (let’s make a million) M-e-l-man, niggas call me most I be rockin on the east and the west coast Your mail go back like emmitt smith’s hairline With jordache devils and calvin kleins This shit be on my mind like o’donnells interceptions How would I look with mike’s complexion Eat me, freak me, take your hand and leave me All I wanna say is I don’t really give a fuck Cos most he be mega Copped the play station but still play the sega And in the pj’s I dj and blow amps Bad as *? shrimp stampy? * with the food stamps Huh, I’m not a stranger to danger On the streets I be known as the jaw rearranger Heavy with the metal, mel-man rule White boys say it now cool, cool, cool!!! I bring the fizzy that’s the obvious I got a grip but the only clip I load be the floppy disk In the sp or the mv, see three g Ho’s see me comin in 3-d I spread lizzy with ten mates Hit the skins and I break out like an inmate Hey yo, that’s how it is and that’s how I want it This is my world and I’m shittin on it Chorus: (on the world) shittin on it (on the world) shittin on the world (here me, yeah, shittin on the world) *repeat* Verse 2: I warm it up like humidity Mel, okay I’m here til infinity My shit be outta...space with the ewok This is my planet but I never wear the reebok When we rock to the beat of accapella Most reigns supreme, niggas grab your umbrellas It’s time to bounce so where the player, mate? Jealous mc’s still drinkin on that hatorrade Bitches flirtin with the giggles and chuckles You’ll never get the jezzy bare, knuckle Cos I get a tingle in the jimmy after three days in it Hold up! back to the clinic Uhh, aah, poked your bitch in the eye Then I step like omega’s hifi (awroof!) I walk the earth like moses Any mackadocious, I grew up with no chips Shows I turn out I got dough but still call my hos on my burnout But can’t phone long distance I’m a rich nigga still gettin public assistance Rockin shit on a task cam Got mc’s talkin ’bout I love you, man But you can’t get my last bud Or my last dove outta beats we be makin Dre and m-e-l got the whole earth quakin That’s how it is and that’s how I want it This is my world and I’m shittin on it Chorus x3 Outro: (over chorus) Yes yes y’all, ooh funk... Yes yes y’all, to the beat y’all From the ol schizzy with the yes yizzy y’all Ooh in come funk Yes yes y’all, to the beat y’all Every three days and the el change ? ? ? Ooh, most come funk  More Dr. Dre Song Lyrics
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