Focus…, Crooked I, KIDA (Rapper), Marsha Ambrosius, Jay Rock - Homage to Dre lyrics

Sound without Focus is just noise

Yo, everywhere I travel
Them Dre haters babble
Them niggas is afraid, they bleed Minute Maid
Producers so comfortable living in his shadow
They sip lemonade, chilling in the shade
Who's responsible for the
Sickest instrumentals made?
Who made Ren a villain and Eminem a renegade?
Now niggas getting paid, menaces in the stage
Hitting listeners with explicit sentences
In the page since NWA, we've been that deep
I'm a part of that family
Even if I'm the black sheep
'Cause, I was signed to the
Giant of the West coast
The company Dre built - yeah, nigga
Death Row and whoever bought the catalog
Get at 'er dog don't try to drop my old
Shit unless I said so
I write rhymes like a helluva thesis
While Focus move keyboard
Keys with telekinesis
It's for the Doc, th-th-the doc

Ready or not, here we come
This here's for all the
Ones who don't believe
This time out, we'll show and prove
Nothing can stop us now

Dre brought you 6-4's
808, black khaki suit's, Raider caps and AKs'
Dre, put it down for NWA
Back in '92, tell me who fuckin with Dre?
Who made it cool to shoot a cop?
187 on an undercover
Remember the record? It was hot
I was like six, in the bricks
When The Chronic dropped
Shit sold out in every momma and poppa shop
Dre, yeah that nigga killing 'em
Sold a lot of records worldwide, who serious?
Dre, I know them haters ain't hearing this
One of the bests on the beats - period
Dre, who put Compton on the map?
Yeah, and responsible for this gangsta rap
My nigga Dre
Been through tribulations and trials
Look at him now, you see the aftermath

Ready or not, here we come
This here's for all the
Ones who don't believe
This time out, we'll show and prove
Nothing can stop us now

Man, get it out
We all know that Diggy-Doc started this
The evolution of gangsta rap at it's best
Kid and Doc Dre is considered the blueprint
Compton, way before Jay thought of doing it
I never puff but I knew dude's on it
Couple spins later
Felt high listening to The Chronic
Far from a dumb
But the gangstas are feeling him
It's Inglewood city, but NWA is still in him
Six-fo's switch flat, bumping Dre in the back
Eighth grade, King Starter jacket
Yeah I had that
Gave Snoop came back, put Em on his back
Who was movin unit's like that?
Where these labels at?
Death Row artist, coulda been that
But I passed yeah the truth hurts
So I'm guessin I'm the aftermath
Who else but Doc told you to say F whoever
Front if you want
But for Detox I'll wait forever

Ready or not, here we come
This here's for all the
Ones who don't believe
This time out, we'll show and prove
Nothing can stop us now