| Paroles: | Verse One: Sam Sneed (Dr. Dre)]
(I heard Sam was going solo) God damn, you didn't
know so,
well I can blast fast so freak an ill type of slow flow.
I'm hitting harder than
Berry Boss so check the golden child,
throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck
wild.
But truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off niggaz proper,
did dirt, did West
cause I clown coppers (yeah).
Do hip-hop, rap, compose 'em most, I couldn't see me,
mad
advanced and my skills are all about the dollar bills.
From Pittsburgh to Cali dropping bombs
like that,
was on the D.L. with the squad so I couldn't hold it back.
Black, I regulate I
buzz a big gate figure,
mobbing with the ill nigga, with his finger on a bigger
trigger.
Serving all (saps), hitting sevens on the (simps),
making do', eating shrimps,
locing with some real pimps (yeah).
So peep game, best believe I love my peeps
that's why
I make the type of music you can pump in your jeeps
(that's right).
So buck my sound, I
put it down for the underground,
I got the women cause I'm slamming, jamming.
Got it going
on this time for this new producer to rise,
so open your eyes, I think you better recognize.
[Hook: Dr. Dre (Sam Sneed)]
Once again it's the man with the
masterplan,
they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [2x]
[Verse
Two: Sam Sneed (Dr. Dre)]
I remember days on the blocks where I slang slung played
punk cops
and mad props cause I ran with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi's I made
G's (say what?),
them build up enough Luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on
my own to pulling capers
I'm a sneaky slick nigga, I never had to pull the trigger
(right).
I mack, and on top and that I'm used to staying wicked with just 24-7,
you can
ask my ex-hooker.
But now I'm on some new improved shit,
making hits, stacking chips, now
everything's legitimate.
I flipped the scrip a long time ago, on the five-o,
when I had to
scope with this new way to make my cash flow (uhm).
Yes indeedy, I wasn't greedy, got my niggaz
out the gutter,
now they're rolling with the Sam Sneezy.
Hip hop fanatic causing static in
the industry,
these whack creators, I call 'em imitators (ah yeah).
Been trying to see me,
but see I'm unexplainetory,
with the fame and glory, that's why I gotta tell my
story.
With no disguise, a lot of niggaz despise,
because I'm on an uprise, so I think you
better recognize.
[Hook: Dr. Dre (Sam Sneed)]
Once again it's the man
with the masterplan,
they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [2x]
(Think you
better recognize) [2x]
[Verse Three: Sam Sneed (Dr. Dre)]
Well I'm back in
the mix with a bottle of hennessy,
so fire up a blunt let's have an end of the
sanity.
Crazy shot outs giving pounds to all my niggaz,
hitting all the hookers by the
dozen, cause they dig us (trick).
Fuck what you've heard, recognize what you be
seeing,
it's time to earn truth to the game human being.
I'm that little bass nigga trying
to get mine, fuck a nine,
cause I'll incline with the mastermind.
I got my crew in my
corner so I can't loose,
cause I'm paying mad douze in this record biz, I don't
snooze.
And suckers be popping at those idiotic egosytible type of flimflam,
I can't be
faded Sam-am.
Playing with the hustlers never dealing with the knucklehead bollers,
cause
boys play with toys and scholars play with dollars.
I'm a mack of my own right, plus my game is
tight,
baby get it right, I ain't the one, so take flight.
Bitches give my mad rep,
nothing but the brazen off tempo,
thinking they can get my loot, I never trip to knock the
boots.
I gotta be wise, when time to dip between the thies,
all eyes on the price, so I
think you better recognize.
[Hook: Dr. Dre: (Sam Sneed)]
Once again
it's the man with the masterplan,
they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize)
[2x]
Once again it's the man with the masterplan,
they call him Sam and I (think you
better recognize) [2x |
