Dr. Dre - Topless (Remix) lyrics

My motto Live by the words that you swallow Cause any given day you can devour a hollow...tip I stick rappers up with these bars and make 'em strip This Is It, this is R.I.P. to Michael Jackson Y'all do that funny business more than Lewis Black, son I treat my pen as a weapon, I call it my other gun I'll murder the scene, then chalk 'em out when I'm done Man, f** d** I don't wanna have a need for Speed, and then get the runs These new tech toys make it easy to be lazy These young'ns get naked with each other like crazy I've seen things in these black nights & gray days, G Spent 2 months straight with a hash-browned black shirt Lookin' like Ashy Larry while crawlin' through the night like Kurt Wagner No marriage attached, must've been a ba*tard I'm sick of you bas-turds Y'all the ideal of diarrhea in Rap, but backwards It spews out of your mouths instead of your a**es How it sounds when playing Gucci Mane in reverse playback Women call Men dogs, I'm tryna hearse one of these cats Dick-riders play a role like fleas layin' on a n***a back The only funky h*mosapien that knows y'all wack Wih-Wih-Wack We tryna take it back to street cyphers and the DJ scratch Murder beats by the hour, I get 'em sent by the batch You f**in' up the game homeboy, you better get a patch It's a game with your girl's kooch', that's why its called a snatch Cause any and everybody is granted easy access They can grab that a** through a swift game of Chess Once you delegate the bills, who gon' f** that b**h the best? A million megapixels Too much HD in your cameras and televisions Might as well look outside and see what you're into Me with a shaved head, will look like a pinto Bean, so mean, no clean, just a being Flashing Lights without cameras means them sirens scream This game couldn't do without me That's Dante without Beatrice, and the X-Men with no Jean The rhyme scheme is hereditary, it's bound in my DNA gene Y'all rhymin' with "monkey bars", spittin' that fiction like Metropolis I can spit bars to the point it can break people's odometers Break the hope of your trap schtick with a little bit of honestness You know you ain't sell dope, your ghostwriter stayed anonymous Won't reveal the identity of who saved that a** from the Lion's den The same place you got outed is the same place you was hiding in The Closet And its been cleaned out, just like Eminem promised I understand my problems, and I've agreed to stay focused Just listen to how n***as sound nowadays, sh** is bogus Come in the booth with me, you bound to stand no chance Get your menstrual dress on with Keri Hilson and "Slow Dance" That's what happens when you f** wit an Apex Predator Willing and capable of eating n***as in a day and forever This brotha got bars, this brotha got bars Just for me, I'm a need a lighter spark You need a 10-foot jumper cables in able for you to start You gotta show who you are with a Venn Diagram chart How repetitive the flow is whenever they hear your part And how you say you change it up everytime, make it seem like you smart All I need is a beat, pen and a notepad That's it, that's all, and it's so sad …