Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Rakim - The Watcher Pt. 3 lyrics

Watcher radio Station, 1874 FM on your dial
DJ Jam on the giving you a blast
Yeah that's right y'all
Doing it to you Doggystyle on
1874 FM on your dial W-Ballz

Things just ain't the same for gangsters
A lot of fake emcees, punks, and wanksters
R&B niggas wanna G Niggas
I tell you Jam I'm gonna have
To go and see niggas
And pay you peasants a visit
My presence up in it
And it won't be no pleasant-able visit
See, I'mma reputable with it
Just skeptical with it
I'm professional with it
You get it, you got it, you shoot it
You shot it plot it from the get-go
I'm the only West Coast nigga that
Get love on the East Coast
And swing it back down to Detroit to Chi Town
Motherfucker, how you like me now?
And I'm not the little one
I'm the Big Bow Wow
W-Ballz, we do it doggystyle
We flippin' the script, mackin' a bitch
It's pimpin' on this motherfuckin' track
And shit

Everywhere that I go
Ain't the same as before
People I used to know
Just don't know me no more
But everywhere that I go, I got people I know
Who got people they know
So I suggest you lay low

I'm still on top of the game
Still dropping flames, still cock and aim
Still at the top had to rock for the fame
Over setbacks
There's been a lot since I came
You seen it all, how I got, how I gained
The momentum when it dropped
How I got through the pain
When I roll and shock
They watched me reclaim the streets
They made a special spot for my name
Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign
But the music lives in me
Every drop in my veins
The pride and the pain
All the way back from the rise of my name
See the world clear through the
Eyes of the mane see the world cheer for the
Rhymes that I gave
When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane
The eyes that I played
The best to emerge in the game is the Watcher

As soon as your clear in my scope I got you
(got you) red dot you (red dot you)
The Watcher
Fools can't touch Aftermath we to hot
(we to hot) you can't stop us watch Us
Motherfuckers think they can do that
I got you, when I spot you, got you
It's too late if you see me on your block uh
With my Glock cocked and call the doctor

I'm Rated R
My brain contains graphics thangs
It turn traumatic teens into addicts
And fiends it's like
Watchin a movie through a panoramic screen
Which means
I can see the whole planet in the scene
Cash is the topic, the object
A fatter pocket
Some take the crack and chop it
But those that haven't got it
Take away the added profit, it's catastrophic
I take the gat and cock it
And I'll sit back and watch it
These New York streets is ugly
I keep it gully the world is mine and can't
Nobody keep it from me
Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny
In the place where the number one
Cause of death is money
You can try copin', I've seen enough shit
To leave your frame of mind broken
I'm still alive and scopin'
Be another hundred years 'til
My skies close in
And I'mma die with my eyes open, the watcher