Dr. Dre - Been There Done That lyrics

[Dr. Dre - Been There Done That lyrics]

I been there, and done that
You got guns? Ayo, I got straps
A million motherfuckers on the planet Earth
Talk that hard bullshit cause
That's all they worth

No question, it's all about the D-O-E
So if money is the root I
Want the whole damn tree
Ain't tryna stick around for Illuminati
Got to buy my own island by the year 2G
Since way back, I've been collectin my fee
With the 48 tracks and the M-IC
Got a palace in the Hills overlookin the sea
It's worth eight
But I only paid five point three
Worldwide, like the triple beam I slide
Listenin to your demo in the stretch limo
Is how I ride, cartel style
Vaults stacked to the max now
A million dollar smile, niggas wonder how
"Dre Day" every day
Trips to Montego Bay with more
Chips than Frito Lay
Floss jewels and attire, ain't nothin' flyer
Straight or illegal, it's still the
Root of all evil, cause

Young black Rockefeller
Hella swiss and mozarella pockets sweller
Gettin money like a bank teller
Cause a fool and his dough soon split
So when you come across a fool
Get all that you can get
Ladies, get your paper too
Don't expect for no man to support you
Keep it true
Cause most niggas erase hoes that's
Out for the pesos my woman's independent
Makin dough by the caseloads
I'mma keep buildin', make a killin'
Kick back relax
And grow old with my millions
That's where it's at, you got drama
I got the gat but we both black
So I don't wanna lay you flat
Instead let's get paper
While it's paper to get
Private jet, 600 Coupes, then I run Vettes
I'm livin on another level that
Y'all ain't been yet
Spend a mill', no sweat
Water the lawn with Moet

This is for the millionaires
Throw a stack in the air
And watch niggas start plottin
Bitches start to stare
Cause game is money, and money is game
And broke niggas make the 45
Flame with no shame now many people die over
These dead green guys
Ignorance and greed take they ass by surprise
It's the root of all evil and sins
Yet and still it makes the world go
Around like my 20 inch rims
Moolah y'all, platinum plaques cover my walls
Grindin, diamonds shinin, without one flaw
Get the cash, the grass, the ass and bounce
Luciano in all amounts, that's
All that counts, cause

Uhhh, yeah, uh yeah, uh, yeah, uh
That's right, ha all these people out talkin
About who they are, what they got
Heh, it don't even matter
Been there, done that
As long as you true to yourself
Gotta be true to yourself i was always told
If you don't stand for somethin
You'll fall for anything, ha ha
Yeah, that's right!
The Aftermath, beatin up on your eardrums
Heh, gotta say whassup to King Tee
And my man Nationowl they up in here
Gotta say whassup to Chris the Glove
G-L-O-V-E, ha ha
Yeah, that's how it goes down, ha ha, yeah
Ahh this is how we comin, heh, yeah
This is how we comin y'all
- you know what? Huh

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