Number One testo
[airplan flys away]
Ladies and gentlemen!
The moment you’ve all been waiting for…
In this corner… weighing 175 pounds…
With a record of… 17 rapes… 400 assaults… and 4 murders!
The undisputed… most diabolic villain in the world…
So crack a bottle! – Let your body waddle
Don’t act like a snobby model you just hit the lotto. (lotto!)
O-oh, o-oh! Bitches hopping in my Tahoe
Got one riding Shotgun and no not one of them got gloves.
Now where’s the rubbers? – Whose got the rubbers?
I noticed there’s so many of them and there’s really not that many of us.
And ladies love us! – My posse’s kicking up dust.
It’s on till the break of dawn and we’re starting this party from dusk.
Ladies and gentlemen…
They see that lowrider go by there, like: “Oh, my! ” (whoo!)
You ain’t got to tell me why you’re sick cause I know why.
I dip through in that six trey like sick ‘em Dre.
I’m an itch that they can’t scratch, they’re sick of me.
But hey! – What else can I say? I love LA!
Cause over and above all – it’s just another day.
And this one begins where the last one ends.
Pick up where we left off and get smashed again.
I’ll be dammed! – Just fucked around and crashed my Benz.
Driving around with a smashed front end – let’s cash that one in.
Grab another one from out the stable
The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado!
The hell if I know. – Do I want leather seats or vinyl?
Decisions, decision – garage looks like precision collision.
Or Maico! – Beats quake like Waco
Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though. (face though!)
Back when Andre, the giant! Mister elephant tusk!
Fix your must! – You’ll just be another one bit the dust
Just one up – my mothers son who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt! – Lick from under cheese from under my nuts.
It disgusts – me to see the game the way that it looks
It’s a must – I redeem my name an’ haters get mushed/murked.
Bitches lust! – Man they love me when I lay in the cut.
Fist the cut! – The lady give her eighty some paper cut.
Now picture us! – It’s ridiculous you curse at the thought
Cause when I spit the verse the shit, gets worse and worse cause your soft.
If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time
Every verse, every line; as simple as nursery rhymes
It’s elementary! – The elephants have entered the room.
I venture to say with the center of attention it’s true.
Not to mention back with a vengeance so here’s the signal
Of the bat symbol, The Platinum Trio’s back on you, hoes.
It’s sorta like – pourin’ Draino down a live volcano.
You never know what’ll happen next, it may blow!
Same things happens to the beats when Dre blows
I talk shit! – But my dick’s long as my payroll
I get ass like a ball player – but I’m a boss player
Pimpin’ hoes from here to Australia!
Till I get heart failure – look at ya half of y’all, all scared!
Other half, hands up in the air, like: “Awww, yeah! ”
This is our year. This is what you call sheer
Talent! – But I think at this point it’s just obvious.
Fierce! – They say my music’s good for all queers
Cause I make your ear-ring, bitch!? ears and all ears? .
Call us the mafia. We got the fuckin’ mob’ here.
Gimme the hate and I’ll feed off of ya’s all year.
Shit, I’m just doing my job here. – You don’t want no problem, do ya?
Fuck it! I’ll even crack a bottle for ya!