DJ Muggs, B-Real, Dr. Dre - Puppet Master lyrics
Dr. Dre [Andre Romell Young] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DJ Muggs, B-Real, Dr. Dre - Puppet Master lyrics]
I spark like a blunt's tip, somethin cavi
Makin Greene like Mitch
Gives rap vocals dispatch
With every attempt
To have this game shook up
When Dre cook up, every thug look up
Chronic got me on tilt, eyes bloodshot
Heavy built
Lay a nigga out like quilt, clear to gill
I rock for rollers
From lowriders to Henny toasters
Cut off dead weight to
Keep my formulas kosher
Accept no imitations Dre losin his stack
Is slim as chances
Of Michael Jackson gettin his black fans back
My reputation's like a Tec-9
Knock out the best in a circle
Three minutes wreck time
See the hand is faster than
The eye can chase it dre, B-Real
Soul Assassins got potential
Buttons activated
No illusion I have you caught
Up in the rapture
Executive decisions from the
Motherfucking puppet masters
You are the puppet, I pull your string
I'm makin moves
I'm the master, causing you to do what you do
Puppet masters
We're pullin strings, killin kings
Countin all pinky rings
Seizin control of the whole game
I took a pull from the blunt, inhaled it
Blew the smoke from my lungs
Into the world of hip-hop
Civilians turn into soldiers by the millions
Assassins, we multiply, by the masses
Masters of the game
(checkmate nigga) every move you make
Through manipulation is the move I
Choose for you to take
You see, what I want you to see
And you turn into whatever I want you to be
Whatever it be, enemy or ally
The Aftermath results in Soul Assassins
Worldwide
From coast to coast, I got soldiers on post
Injectin you, with the high funk overdose
Dre and the Hill, stayin Real
All you non-believin ass niggas
Get your cap peeled
Executive order make your time shorter
Get your recorder, play it back
Puff your chronic sack
Your mind body and soul have been captured
And taken captive
By the motherfuckin puppet masters
The Soul Assassin button has
Now been activated dr dre and B-Real are
Providin the verbal abuse
Any unauthorized duplication without
The consent of my nigga Muggs
May be fatal that's right
This is comin to you directly
From the Hill y'all all rights reserved
Makin Greene like Mitch
Gives rap vocals dispatch
With every attempt
To have this game shook up
When Dre cook up, every thug look up
Chronic got me on tilt, eyes bloodshot
Heavy built
Lay a nigga out like quilt, clear to gill
I rock for rollers
From lowriders to Henny toasters
Cut off dead weight to
Keep my formulas kosher
Accept no imitations Dre losin his stack
Is slim as chances
Of Michael Jackson gettin his black fans back
My reputation's like a Tec-9
Knock out the best in a circle
Three minutes wreck time
See the hand is faster than
The eye can chase it dre, B-Real
Soul Assassins got potential
Buttons activated
No illusion I have you caught
Up in the rapture
Executive decisions from the
Motherfucking puppet masters
You are the puppet, I pull your string
I'm makin moves
I'm the master, causing you to do what you do
Puppet masters
We're pullin strings, killin kings
Countin all pinky rings
Seizin control of the whole game
I took a pull from the blunt, inhaled it
Blew the smoke from my lungs
Into the world of hip-hop
Civilians turn into soldiers by the millions
Assassins, we multiply, by the masses
Masters of the game
(checkmate nigga) every move you make
Through manipulation is the move I
Choose for you to take
You see, what I want you to see
And you turn into whatever I want you to be
Whatever it be, enemy or ally
The Aftermath results in Soul Assassins
Worldwide
From coast to coast, I got soldiers on post
Injectin you, with the high funk overdose
Dre and the Hill, stayin Real
All you non-believin ass niggas
Get your cap peeled
Executive order make your time shorter
Get your recorder, play it back
Puff your chronic sack
Your mind body and soul have been captured
And taken captive
By the motherfuckin puppet masters
The Soul Assassin button has
Now been activated dr dre and B-Real are
Providin the verbal abuse
Any unauthorized duplication without
The consent of my nigga Muggs
May be fatal that's right
This is comin to you directly
From the Hill y'all all rights reserved