2001 has the GOAT production
top 5
easy
if you dont drive you cant appreciate the production like that
:::::::::::::::put on some headphones :::::: you need to listen with a system while drivin-- but headphones the best we can do here
listen how layered the beats are(a beat within a beat)
THX SOUND

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[Dr. Dre]
Things just ain't the same for gangstas.
Times is changing, young nikkas is aging,young nikkaz ia aging
Becoming OG's in the game and changing,
To make way for these new names and faces, but
The strangest things can happen from rappin, when
nikkas get wrapped up in image and actin,
nikkas get capped up and wrapped in plastic,
Zipped up in bags when it happens, that's it.
I've seen em come; I've watched em go,
Watched em rise, witnessed it and watched em blow.
Watched em all blossom, and suddenly watched em grow.
Watched the lawsuits when they lost the dough.
Best friends and money: I lost them both.
Went, visited nikkas in the hospital.
It's all the same shyt all across the globe.
I just sit back and watch the show. (The watcher)
I moved out of the hood for good, you blame me?
nikkas aim mainly at nikkas they can't be.
But nikkas can't hit nikkas they can't see.
I'm out of sight, now I'm out of they dang reach.
How would you feel if nikkas wanted you killed?
You'd probably move to a new house on a new hill.
And choose a new spot if nikkas wanted you shot,
I ain't a thug, how much Tupac in you, you got
I ain't no bytch neither.
It's either my life or your life,
I ain't leaving, I like breathing.
nikka we can go round for round,
Clip for clip, shyt, fo'-pound for pound.
nikka if you really want to take it there we can,
Just remember that you fukkin with a family man.
I got a lot more to lose than you, remember that,
When you wanna come and fill these shoes. (The watcher)
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On the sneak tip, on some creep shyt
So whatcha gon' do, ya freak bytch?
You, actin, like you, don't, do, dikks
That's the kinda bytch I hate fukkin wit
Baby was a virgin, that's what she said
So I gave her some Hennesey, she gave me some head
I fukked her on the flo', so I wouldn't mess up my bed
Then Lil' 1/2 Dead put his dikk on her head
Take that bytch home, and give her a bone
And give her the number to my cellular phone
Man, she blowin up my pager, the shyt's gettin major
A favor for a favor, this dikk is what I gave her
Somethin to go by, and bytches know why
Stuff dikk in they mouth, and then I'm out (see-ya!)
Twenty-fo' seven, Dre, Snoop, and Devin
We servin' these hoes, and never lovin these hoes, beotch!
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[Dr. Dre]

It ain't nothing but mo hot shyt
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bytch
Laid back in the shack, play dis track
I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world
Still (Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl)
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
nikkas try to be the king but the ace is back
Dr. Dre be the name still running the game
Still, got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard
Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars
Still gon' get mine regardless
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Dedicated to all of those with big ego's
Never fakin, we get the dough and live legal
Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos
1 - nikkaz play this in they Rovers Jeeps and Regals
2 - bytches play this in they Benzes Jeeps and Geos
I got mo' class than most of em, ran wit the best of em
(dre)
Forgave the less of em, and blazed at the rest of em
What can I say? Cal-i-for-ni-A
Where nikkaz die everyday over some shyt they say
Disconnected from the streets forever
As long as I got a baretta, nikka, I'm down for whateva
I roll wit my shyt off safety - for nikkaz that been hatin me lately
and the bytches that wanna break me
If Cali blew up, I'd be in the Aftermath
Bumpin gangsta rap shyt, down to blast for cash
Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C., to D.P.G.
started from that S.O.B., D.R.E.
Like Dub-C I'm rich rollin, pistol holdin
Pockets swoll nikka, that's how I'm rollin
Put the flame to the killer nikka
Worldwide homicide mob figure and a builder, for real
I'm hittin switches, makin bytches eat bytches
See me grab my dikk everytime I pose for pictures
I own acres, floor seats watchin The Lakers
I'm cool with eses who got AK's in cases
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West coast shyt nikka
Overdosage - imperial pistols ferocious
fukk a bytch; don't tease bytch, strip tease bytch
Eat a bowl of these bytch, gobble the dikk
Hoes forgot to eat a dikk can shut the fukk up!
Gobble and swallow a nut up, shut up and get my cash
Backhanded, pimpslapped backwards and left stranded
Just pop ya collar, pimp convention hoes for a dollar
Six-Deuce in a plush, six-deuce impala
Pimpin hoes from Texas to Guatemala
bytch nikkaz paid for hoes, just to lay wit hoes
Relax one night, and paid to stay wit hoes
Captain Save'Em all day (bytch) well save this dikk
bytch nikka, you more of a bytch than a bytch
You ain't into hittin p*ssy, or hittin the switch
You into hittin bytches off of the grip, you punk bytch
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Hell yeah, still "Alwayz Into Somethin'"
Heart still in Compton
The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals
Introduced you to my Doggs, that don't love hoes
and Firm Fiascoes - a$$holes
fukked you up with my last video, tuxed up
doin a tango..
And cash, always in my grasp
Came up in the game wearin khakis not kangols, stranglin hoes
When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh
Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass
One feed me mangoes, the other lightin my hash
Rap tabloids write Dre's light in the ass (what?)
Came home uptight, ready to mash
like a gas pedal, get on that sixty-four Chevy level
AK-47 heavy metal
Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle
I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils
cause we rebels over here, I smell Chronic in the air
that means we takin over this year
You hear?
[girl] Chronic, two-thousand, "ONE! [echoes]" - KRS-One

[Dre] That means we takin over this year, ya hear?
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alkin that, walkin that, spittin at hoes
Smokin this, drinkin that, hittin at hoes
fukk this I'm hittin that I'm hittin em both
Have one ridin dikk, one lickin my toes
When I'm lovin these hoes there ain't no love involved
No hugs, no kisses, bear rugs, bear britches
Rare bytches like to pose in them Black Tail pictures
bytch jumped off my dikk, "Is that Dre over there?"
[Dr. Dre]
Yeah -- I just took some Ecstasy
Ain't no tellin what the side effects could be
All these fine bytches equal sex to me
plus I got this bad bytch layin next to me
No doubt, sit back on the couch
Pants down, rubber on, set to turn that ass out
Laid the bytch out, then I put it in her mouth
Pulled out, nutted on a towel and passed out
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I know yo' type, so much bytch in you, if it was slightly darker
lights was little dimmer my dikk be stuck up in yo' windpipe!
Hmm, you'd rather blow me than fight, I'm from the OLD SCHOOL
like Romey Rome homey yo, you owe me the right
to slap you, like the bytch that you are, that wanted to cap you
every since you was mad doggin me with that bytch in yo' car
Fool [singing] "Who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff"
Man, you shyt on Hit, get yo' shyt bust; plus
pistol-whipped, cover it up - use yo' bytch's blush
Mr. Powder Puff yo', bark ain't loud enough, huh
I know chihuahuas that's mo' rah-rah, HA HA
I have to laugh Dre, I bet he take bubble baths
You don't want no trouble with the Aftermath staff, trust me
Doggy Dogg, Diggy Doctor plus me
No youse a busta slash hussy, soft as a Hush Puppy
Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimen's
a bytch nikka!
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[Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al, Kokane]
We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and back heat
Requirements for survival each day - in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act this way - in L.A.!
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And snobby-ass bytches get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a nig' some ackrite, right)