Dr. Dre, Hittman - Not Many Days Left lyrics
Dr. Dre [Andre Romell Young] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Dr. Dre, Hittman - Not Many Days Left lyrics]
Yeah not many days left (Bring that shit)
Too much stress can make a nigga
Hesitate with no time left
(I feel blessed though)
Here we go to the next
A Dr dre exclusive with
Music bruising your neck (What the fuck?)
Rip your plans up, Dre's ruling
You don't want to fuck around with the hands
Let alone the gun foolin'
Like De La had niggas plug tunin'
Me and L had niggas zooming
Me and Snoop flew the coup
Me keep your asses moving, with that hot shit
Club niggas like to request
This around-the-clock shit
But I do it for my (hood niggas)
With rockets who learned how to survive
And fatten them pockets
With 'x' amount of dollars the ballers
Crime pays but that snake shit'll leave that
Ass in a pine grave rocking project halls
From your sound-proof stalls
Got all you motherfuckers screaming
"Yes yes y'all"
All we need is 40 ounces and a tool to rule
In city duels used to buck fifty fools
Now I let off like white
Kids in elementary schools
Hit the news like Stacey Koon to
Rodney crazy as a looney tune
Kids watch me, bitches jock me for this shit
Cause Hittman's the breaker of the monotony
For a faker man I won't shake your hand
Instead I'll shake like land on which you
Stand like maracas in a mariachi band
Got my love back for this shit
Like Joanie for Chachi now I'm
A cocky man again so I ride like the wind
In a fly Sedan Benz
Hanging out the window when I turn
Left to watch my rims spin
Ha, that line got my friends grinnin'
The fine bitches got my ends spendin'
The gin got my mind bendin'
In LA I stay balling like Lorenzen Wright
Lost angels sin at night
And I floss on the timid type
Dominique Dawes on that ass end your night
Too much stress can make a nigga
Hesitate with no time left
(I feel blessed though)
Here we go to the next
A Dr dre exclusive with
Music bruising your neck (What the fuck?)
Rip your plans up, Dre's ruling
You don't want to fuck around with the hands
Let alone the gun foolin'
Like De La had niggas plug tunin'
Me and L had niggas zooming
Me and Snoop flew the coup
Me keep your asses moving, with that hot shit
Club niggas like to request
This around-the-clock shit
But I do it for my (hood niggas)
With rockets who learned how to survive
And fatten them pockets
With 'x' amount of dollars the ballers
Crime pays but that snake shit'll leave that
Ass in a pine grave rocking project halls
From your sound-proof stalls
Got all you motherfuckers screaming
"Yes yes y'all"
All we need is 40 ounces and a tool to rule
In city duels used to buck fifty fools
Now I let off like white
Kids in elementary schools
Hit the news like Stacey Koon to
Rodney crazy as a looney tune
Kids watch me, bitches jock me for this shit
Cause Hittman's the breaker of the monotony
For a faker man I won't shake your hand
Instead I'll shake like land on which you
Stand like maracas in a mariachi band
Got my love back for this shit
Like Joanie for Chachi now I'm
A cocky man again so I ride like the wind
In a fly Sedan Benz
Hanging out the window when I turn
Left to watch my rims spin
Ha, that line got my friends grinnin'
The fine bitches got my ends spendin'
The gin got my mind bendin'
In LA I stay balling like Lorenzen Wright
Lost angels sin at night
And I floss on the timid type
Dominique Dawes on that ass end your night