Dr.Dre: Blunt time

DEAD!INTRO(Blunt time-pull out your philly)Ha ha,mighty Aftermath(Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli)Whose soul ever contest,DEAD!In me era Dre.You hear me now?DEAD!(Blunt time-pull out your philly)(Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli)Thought they were moving in and now they wanna cut us wrongRoom for moving in,but that was on-ly mineThey will shake the hand,never really seen and only heardThey will shake the hand,he is only to heard l-oo-oo-ngKnick-knack,paddy wack give a dog a boneLong Beach City I wreck is my zoneI be the solo rollo which means I rule aloneYou droop first blood,mother thought you was the loneFool now break for ya twoIt's called the ol'Rambo,catch ambushI wish you wouldn't moosh like ya wanna come pushI'll dump ya and leave ya stankin in the forest you GumpLong Beach City-firmly representedNarrator X is representorLyrical the kick make me ya mentorFreeze MCs,don't ent-orI'll take like Anne Arden's new chips in wint-orOr since I'm Sun I'll melt the metaphorThe meatphors are meltin,style is beltinI heard a dog yelpin but no helpinCHORUSBlunt time-pull out your phillySip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milliDancin,puffin,sippin or set trippinDimes keep on flippin flippinREPEATDre's bad beats they Rat-Tat-Tat-TatX flex lyric they can't come backFact:El-elevant,elegant and eloquent no shitI boots hits,throw tantrums like Ella FitzNah,the member X but you'll remember X indeedyNow remember don't contest the (?Frex?)Got you in spot like Lindscrafter but you try to dissI burn you like BackdrafterAfter that you'll get nothing from me but laughterSimilar to this,HA what's the repertoire-kick deadly wit lyricsShot your punk ass like ELEC now it'sCHORUSMighty Aftermath!Once again.can't hold us backRefuse,refuse(DEAD!)you lose(DEAD!).DEAD!(Indeed)Attempts wiil be futile,it's way to brutalHear me now Narrator-to-the-X,tellin anyone who contestThe mighty Aftermath Posse(Who?Who?)DEAD!(Murder!)Exclamation point!(Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii)(Blunt time)Ha(Blunt tiiiime)Mighty Aftermath to the 9-7(Sip a glass of 'gnac my friend,dont'cah friend)(Roowl,IIIIIIII don't wanna fight no more,no no,oooh)(Blunt time,blunt time,blunt blunt,yep!)