Dr. Dre - Tequila Freestyle lyrics

[Verse I: Mic. Knowledge] Alrite, we going acapella one more time, just to hit one more rhyme I'm drunk off the liqour, I just want to get your girl and lick her, and feel her Yeah f** her like a light switch, that don't really make sense But I like b**hes, I like stitches in my dickses Yeah I ain't from dick county, but I do what it does The beats on, and now it's on I'm on fire, you can't stand close to me, you'll get sun burn So listen burn, and just learn No matter the concern I do what it does Tyler Ploof go and do what it does [Verse II: Confidence] I'm a be A. King, I'm a retarded artist Who just sharted and I farted (AAHHHHHHH) Cause I check my pants I can't do a dance I dance when I want, cause I prance like Blitzen A f**ing reindeer f**ing come here, and I'll cum all over your ear like a f**ing reindeer They don't cum on ears, why is he red nose Rudolph That b**h is a b**h I'm not even rhyming anymore, I dont even know what I'm saying, I'm not making sense But hey Mic. Knowledge, we're sitting here drunk off of tequila Got Nestle Ice Tea in my system Yeah I did it, b**h I sh**ted I sh**ted and I pissed all over Santa Claus with it Casue I do what it does when I does what it do Casue I f** you, and I f** him, and I f** you too Casue I f**ing do whatever I want to I f**ing cum all over this wall and f** you (OOOHHHHHHHHHH) (Your turn) [Verse III: Mic. Knowledge] When I'm drunk off the tequila, I think of Shakira And I want to do her, and I want to do it (YEEEEAAAH) I'm per-fect, I'm perfectionist I'm just an artist, doing affectionates (AAAHHHHHAAA) I do what it does, that's what I do my best On my test, I do what it does I'll take off the bra off your chest (It's so loud) Yeah it's so loud, cause I'm so proud I got the crown, call me Corona Cause I'm on ya, like a sushi roll And I Gucci Roll, and I Coochie Roll I BEAT THAT PUSSY UUUUPPPP Yeah, I eat it up I, get it done, I get it done We turn this into singing, f** rap cause I can sing Put me on American Idol, that's part of the title I do what it does [Verse IV: Confidence] Yo, we got out at 1 o'clock to go eat Franco's Cause we get ya b**h like Chankos We're going eat so many subs and pizza We do what the f** we want, so Lisa He f**ed Lisa with pink eye Cummed in her eyes, so she can't see, for miles Cause she is a f**ing bile, she eats file Cause she got pink eye for like 3 months now What the f** is wrong with her She needs to go to the doc-tor And get some medicine for that sh** so she can see She can't see Mic. Knowledge when he pees all over her Cause yeah, bite my bu*t You f**ing s*ut, you ain't a s*ut so s** my nut Cause I f**in bust all over your bed Make your wives bed, cause I'm so red I'm a blind sooboo, and f** you too I'll f** your mom, yeah back to the MILFS Yeah I f**ed your mom in the mailbox Cause I f**ing s**... [Verse V: Mic. Knowledge] You s** on co*ks? Why don't you get on docks Yo, you must be off the Boondocks Mother f**er, You can't f** with me f**ing with me, you better f**ing pee Outside the toilet, get the outlet Get the flatlet, yeah give you fat lip Give you fat lip, give you fat lip I'm a perfectionist, I'm best at this Yo, you better, you must have your beenie to tight Cause I get that p**y tight Yo I'm so nice, get it to the rice I'm white like rice, get it like ye-yeaaaah And we do that, hey yalk-a-bomb a** Get that punk a**, you can get the god damn Do the dance, do the prance Do the thing like (AAAHHHHHHHHH) Republica de Panama de toma Yeah, Yeah shake ya a** I'll shake your face b**h jack it off in your face Beat it then yeah, YEEAAAAAHHH [Verse VI: Confidence] Alrite, it's my turn, my turn to burn So it's time for me to burn And turn everybody that's absurd f** you in the a** complimentary nuts Yeah f** b**h dont' f** with us We eat pineapple chunks f** yo bus Cause we ride the bus It's pink and yellow sh** I don't know what I'm spitting, I'm kind of drunk But I don't give a f** Look at Mic. Knowledge with the little soccer ball He don't play soccer at all What the f** is he doing What the f**... Yo, big ups to Mrs. Shoemaker He is the f**ing shoemaker He makes shoes for me and him then f** you like a baker Take him back like a Laker Cause I can't f** anyone like Storm Cause he is the war He was born with a torn Got Pam, what the f** am I saying now I dont even know, I can't even see straight I'm f**in writing rhymes and I can't, relate So the sh** that I spit I'm just yelling kind of, the red bars are full of sh** The beats over (Stop yelling at the mic.) I think it's over, now it's time for me to takeover (Ooooohhhh) [Mic. Knowledge] f** the beat I go acappella [Confidence] Chop a fella to mozzarella worse than a helicopter propeller (Haha Woooooo)