The Firm, Dr. Dre - Phone Tap lyrics

Yo, this Esco, who this?

What's the deal-y? I just touched
Grounds down in Philly
Brought a pound with me
Feds floatin' around silly
Tryna find Lynn bitch supposed to
Be in the Benz
Parked in row 10, her and that slow hoe Gwen
Should've known she was a bitch
That we both could've boned if posted alone
The ass had us both in the zone
But you know the rules
Both been schooled by older dudes
I know the jewels, no time for them thoughts
Too much to lose
Just tryna vibe until them hoes
Roll with the ride
Where's your joy and pride? You know
Little Des' got your eyes

In the cut, drop CLK, the top's up
Left the mall
Bought little Amar the toy truck
Your boy's, what? Three-years-old now
Correct?
He and my daughter age neck-and-neck
They future's set trees got me wet
In the background's a old cassette
Fly Stephanie Mills shit
What's the deal with all this
Shit I'm hearin' up top?
You got arrested, shot a fair one with a cop?
That ain't ya stee'
You usually low-key when O T
I'm only goin' off of what
Some weak bitch told me

That's some ill shit
Here that bitch go with her clique

Dunn, I'll hit you right back
'cause the static is thick

We got yo' phone tapped, what you gon' do?
'Cause sooner or later
We'll have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two
To make all it stick like glue
Then you through
We got yo' phone tapped, what you gon' do?
'Cause sooner or later
We'll have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two
To make all it stick like glue, we got you

We just hit the crib-o
I'm curled up on this pillow i'm still low
Heard the ill news these niggas killed Mo
The shit touched me, tryna chill
Just lit a Dutchie from a while back
Same foul cats who tried to bust me
Caught 'em sleepin' in Spanish Harlem
With some Puerto Ricans
Up in Washington Heights
Right off the Deegan
Feel awful speakin', for some reason
Feel the phone's tapped alone with gats
Left with a vest to watch my own back

Keep your eyes open
Stay wise shit is mind-blowin'
Look for any sign showin' one-time is knowin'
About the dynasty
Shit is not minor leagues no more
Cats bleed in this cold war
Son, we took a oath
Then this life took us both
We rich now, milked the whole cow
Split the growth
Now I'm on the Conduit, headlights on
Fluid in the windshield, wipes gone
This light storm that's formin' in the sky
You comin' home tomorrow? Will you
Drive or will you fly?
Hold up, my other side

Yo, son
Some other cats tried to ruin our plans
Sendin' two decoy bitches with pictures
Of you and your man
Askin' your whereabouts, I gave 'em no leads
For all a nigga know
Them hoes fuck with police

No shit, I'm clickin' over
I'mma tell Sos' quick
Son, them outta state bitches tryna
Get us both hit that was Nate
He hit me last night late
While in my ho's stomach
Said it's no runnin', we FBI's Most Wanted
So play the low change your clothes
Pack your bags
Watch what you say on this phone
Get home fast
We got yo' phone tapped, what you gon' do?
'Cause sooner or later
We'll have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two
To make all it stick like glue
Then you through
We got yo' phone tapped, what you gon' do?
'Cause sooner or later
We'll have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two
To make all it stick like glue, we got you

Yo, it's all good i'mma hit you when I
Touch down tomorrow, son, word

Stay on-point, don't even use the phone
Just come to my crib, yo, word up

Out