Dr. Dre, 50 Cent - The Psycho lyrics
Dr. Dre [Andre Romell Young] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[Dr. Dre, 50 Cent - The Psycho lyrics]
Maybe I'm psycho
Maybe I'm a little out of touch
Maybe I'm delusional or a shot
Glass away from insane maybe I'm foolish
Maybe I'm disconnected from all of reality
But that's fine with me
You be a casual till you slip up
We coming like vultures
Click-clack, pop, pop, boom, gun gotcha
When the drama come, I come, I do shit my way
Nigga, I spell Dre, NWA
I say spray, get outta the way
Flames up outta the K
Predator prey, pray for your body decay
You fuck with Doc, I'm in forces
Spin revolver I off 'em
Come through your wake, flip your golf in
Hollow tips I just toss 'em good morning
Today is a good day for mourning
First nigga get outta line, I'm on 'em
They say I'm violent, my job is pest control
I put that work in
To all the rats back in their holes
I'm screaming fuck Jake, I'm 30 minutes to 8
I mean I'm 7: 30, I get my hands dirty
Now who said 50 ain't the
Sharpest knife in the drawer get outta line
And I'll push the sharpest knife in your boy
Maybe I'm psycho
Maybe I'm a little out of touch
Maybe I'm delusional or a shot
Glass away from insane maybe I'm foolish
Maybe I'm disconnected from all of reality
But that's fine with me
I got that jammie on me, that swammy on me
This
I mean that blammer on me, that hammer on me
I'm not playin'
I'm basic, cause when I get at ya
I hit ya so hard
Your clique feel like you been slapped
By the hand of God next full moon
I do my little body bag ritual
Hop out that hooptie with that beam
On to get at you
You niggas so affectionate, tryna show love
I'm angry like a pair of pussy
Come give me hope
I've been this way since knee-high
Nigga you a CA feds in my BA, direct DA
Okay, call me crazy, call me strange
Call me insane
Call me convict, demented, call me deranged
Now, call me after I'm finished fucking
I'm busy man
Why would you call me so many times
What is it man? Now who said I didn't do it
Like I did it before
I ring your doorbell then let
It off at ya door
Maybe I'm psycho
Maybe I'm a little out of touch
Maybe I'm delusional or a shot
Glass away from insane maybe I'm foolish
Maybe I'm disconnected from all of reality
But that's fine with me
Maybe I'm a little out of touch
Maybe I'm delusional or a shot
Glass away from insane maybe I'm foolish
Maybe I'm disconnected from all of reality
But that's fine with me
You be a casual till you slip up
We coming like vultures
Click-clack, pop, pop, boom, gun gotcha
When the drama come, I come, I do shit my way
Nigga, I spell Dre, NWA
I say spray, get outta the way
Flames up outta the K
Predator prey, pray for your body decay
You fuck with Doc, I'm in forces
Spin revolver I off 'em
Come through your wake, flip your golf in
Hollow tips I just toss 'em good morning
Today is a good day for mourning
First nigga get outta line, I'm on 'em
They say I'm violent, my job is pest control
I put that work in
To all the rats back in their holes
I'm screaming fuck Jake, I'm 30 minutes to 8
I mean I'm 7: 30, I get my hands dirty
Now who said 50 ain't the
Sharpest knife in the drawer get outta line
And I'll push the sharpest knife in your boy
Maybe I'm psycho
Maybe I'm a little out of touch
Maybe I'm delusional or a shot
Glass away from insane maybe I'm foolish
Maybe I'm disconnected from all of reality
But that's fine with me
I got that jammie on me, that swammy on me
This
I mean that blammer on me, that hammer on me
I'm not playin'
I'm basic, cause when I get at ya
I hit ya so hard
Your clique feel like you been slapped
By the hand of God next full moon
I do my little body bag ritual
Hop out that hooptie with that beam
On to get at you
You niggas so affectionate, tryna show love
I'm angry like a pair of pussy
Come give me hope
I've been this way since knee-high
Nigga you a CA feds in my BA, direct DA
Okay, call me crazy, call me strange
Call me insane
Call me convict, demented, call me deranged
Now, call me after I'm finished fucking
I'm busy man
Why would you call me so many times
What is it man? Now who said I didn't do it
Like I did it before
I ring your doorbell then let
It off at ya door
Maybe I'm psycho
Maybe I'm a little out of touch
Maybe I'm delusional or a shot
Glass away from insane maybe I'm foolish
Maybe I'm disconnected from all of reality
But that's fine with me