Drug Test Lyrics
[Dr Dre]I'm in this muthaf-cker doing what I wanna10 bottles, 10 bitches go up out the saunaPull up in that Enzo then I do donutsI'm that cool, cashews, make 'em all go nuts
[Game]Baby got ass I need me a shot of thatLil mama get gangsta for meStuff it in your Prada bag
[Dr Dre]Thats rightShe got something that I wanna seeThats right, so if she leaveShe f-cking with me, thats lifeTwerk somethin', work something', hurt somethin'She wanna check, check this shit out like a verse comingThey rip they neck and run they mouth when they heard somethingDre dropped another one and f-cked around and murdered somethin'Club filled with dead bodies, if not than you a zombieI'm not gon' feel sorry, you pass out from itGet drunk, get bluntedDo what you wanna do, drug test on you
[Game]Lotta money when I talkBig mills, big deals'Bout a hundred in a vaultSit still, that realLotta haters throw salt, they lostBig Game give a f-ck how you feelI fear she just might just pop that pillAnd feel on me all night till the tip spillTip scales with her waistline, sex with the basslineShe gon f-ck a snare drum one drink at a time
[Dr Dre]Blow right, hoes fight over my nameI got my dough right, hustle running all in my veinsIt's forty days, forty nights if I'm making it rainI reign supreme, a bottle and some bomb-ass weedThan we gooood!
[Chorus]If you got drugs in this muthaf-cker, ohhLet me see your hands in the airNarcotics in the club and the ladies love usSo lets get high off something, high of something, high of somethingTill your muthaf-cking brain don't functionHigh of something, high of somethingAyy, what I supply taking you high?
[Game]Fireworks when I sparkYellow tape, lotta chalkThought you said you a boss, big dealBitch chill, pulling out that black cardShowin' off big spendin', letting alcohol spillI feel she might just get too faded, x-rated thats what I likeGlad that you made to this ceremoney at handTake a sip lets plan for the futureIntroduce you to Snoop get you right and√Ę¬?¬¶
[Snoop Dogg]May I, kick a little something for G'sAnd, make a few ends?, as I breeze throughThe shit on my hip is a f-cking previewAnd guess what it lead to
[Chorus]If you got drugs in this muthaf-cker, ohhLet me see your hands in the airNarcotics in the club and the ladies love usSo lets get high off something, high of something, high of somethingTill your muthaf-cking brain don't functionhigh of something, high of somethingAyy, what I supply taking you high?
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Songwriter(s): Kendrick Lamar, Jermaine L. Cole, Khalil Abdul Rahman, Brian Honeycutt, Jayceon Taylor, Earl Hayes, Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Andre Romell Young, Kendrick Duckworth, Stanley Bernard Benton, Sylvester Jordan Jr, Daniel Tannenbaum, Steven Jordan, Jermaine A. Cole
Copyright: Baby Game Music,
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