If I Was Dre lyrics - KXNG Crooked

Yo Silkk

Yo Chris

I was just thinking man

If I was Dr Dre what the fuck would I say man?

(What would I say?)

I really ain't got shit to say

(Nothing to prove)

3 empires

Biopic of the century

(No debate)

Billion dollar business deals

(Y'all seen it)

I'd probably say some shit like this right here

Fuck it, let's do it then

Will I change music again

That depends on what mood I'm in

I can fuck the game raw

Smooth without using lubricant

Til it give birth to a new class of music you niggas students in

They all wonder about that Doc shit

What is it that he on?

Is it rock shit?

Jump in a mosh pit like the Kings of Leon

Nah nigga, it's my shit

Only thing I'mma be on is whatever I wanna hear me on

That hot shit

The same shit you know me for

The same shit these bitches blow me for

Even that lonely whore that you thought was only yours

I'm on the same shit I was on before

On the court

Doing it for the block

Emeka Okafor

Balling

I got the club leaning

Like it's a drug fiend

And I got the thugs squeezing on they snub thinking

About they upbringing

When I'm upspeaking

About that Compton life

We doing it for the dollars

Nigga fuck sleeping

Speaking on sleeping

You're sleeping on the biggest threat

Til I got your body of work bleeding on the internet

I'm sick as an emphysema patient

Blowing smoke through the hole in his throat

Chiefing on a cigarette

Even though it's in his neck

No other way to say this nigga

You fucking with the greatest nigga

I disappear for a minute

And I got that quiet hush money

Now shut the fuck up and pay this nigga

I'm back

(Yeah)

If I was Dre I'd say some shit just like that

(Just like that)

Let these niggas know

You can't fuck with me, man

(Never could)

And then I say some shit like this

(What?)

Soon as they heard my footsteps

Niggas start ducking and the button ain't even pushed yet

Bitches heard I was coming back

And it made they puss wet

I ain't even tied up my chucks or lit up the kush yet

I ain't even told my adoring public

That I got something for 'em

Hardcore and rugged

And of course they gonna love it

And of course I'm regulatin' like Nate

Getting that paper like Warren Buffett

If it ain't about paper, it's a foreign subject

I'm pouring buckets of champagne

Black bottles nigga

Toast to God

I'm music

I'm black Apollo nigga

I laid the blueprints

You rappers have to follow

It's my shoe print I left behind to guide the path for all you niggas

So I don't care what your people sold

He couldn't keep his soul

Sold it for a piece of gold

The billboard is calling me Grim Reaper

Because I put the album charts in a sleeperhold

When I switch into ether mode

Getting money before you could read and write

I count it in the dark cause I get it faster than the speed of light

All you got is rapping

I be on my Phil Jackson

I keep winning without the bullshit

And I don't even need a mic

But if it's on then it's on

It's that Don Dada shit

What if Capone did a song

It's that Godfather

Park in the top

This Impala rockin' wallabees

Walk in the top

On my Rockwilder shit

I'm back Cali

Yeah, I'd say some shit like that (real talk)

If I was Dr Dre I'd say some shit just like that

I'd say you niggas couldn't see a picture of me man (not at all)

Only competition is in the mirror

That's the only real talk

And then you know what I'd say before I leave?

Compton