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Dr Dre - Nationowl

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Versuri Dr Dre - Nationowl


(feat. Nowl)  
(All right, is everybody ready (YEAH!)) 
(Alright now, here we go)  
 
Nationowl divides this bomb to blow 
Adios serials worldwide 
Once inside ya ride, usin the mic like a screwdriver 
to break down the speed 
While labels were sound asleep, Nowl peeped and creeped 
and stole the ground beneath they feet 
Far from the bail, still makin my sales 
Movin tapes like weight, we's hip-hop cartel 
takin over, no doubt 
Like thongs, they ass out but win amounts with the Doctor 
Dre, all day cash his cheques 
Like Play, I hittin you in the head like strays (BUU-YU-KOW!) 
Nationowl's defence covers my ass 
and team o' outcast niggas who're quick to blast 
Our beat's on hit, keep the peace on 
MC's couldn't find my path (Where you at niggas?)  
 
[Chorus:] 
 
Pledge a legiance to my team 
Let's scheme, nigga, we gots ta get CREAM 
Cos worldwide shit's outta control 
Why you can't get down with Nationowl 
Young and old, my niggas who's on parole 
Why you can't get down with Nationowl 
Bitches who own, my niggas whose heart is cold 
Why you can't get down with Nationowl  
 
Nationowl's anthem, got'cha soul on lock 
still fully loaded, cocked the handgun 
Composed like the Phantom 
while the face of earth gets ugly, we ever lovely 
Bitches who never duck me, "Nowl loved me" 
In thinkin I must spend dough til I'm dizzy 
Assholes around like a frisby 
And for satisfaction chew an MC like Wrigley 
History's about to be made, I met'cha in a way 
tryin ya hardest to delay 
My flight batterin, keep the world ringin like *?Sadaran?* 
Lyrics bone shatterin 
Pretenders wantin to be Cinder-rella 
What? That shoe you tryin ta wears, not fittin 
Now we're strippin niggas like a Chippendale 
I'm rippin hell, burnin the devil and inhale  
 
[Chorus] 
 
In the last days, which side will you be on? 
Nationowl's on the side that I beat on 
I demand put me on 
From the door I use MC's to wipe my feet on 
My shit be bumpin like in-grown hair 
For twenty-six years trained in ghetto warfare 
Nigga, I see more green than St. Patrick 
Pro actors, game of life with no practice 
Controllin craps like I had a remote 
It's a rule, now go enter ya tomb 
No joke, much over I scold 
It's some game for all who's tryin ta split ya coats 
Best believe that these are our last years 
Prepare or get done from the rear 
As we move there, where? The final frontier 
United we stand, divided we don't have a prayer  
 
[Chorus] 
 
Are you wit me East Coast? 
Are you wit me West Coast? 
Are you wit me? 
Are you wit me? 
Are you wit me West Coast? 
Are you wit me East Coast? 
Are you wit me? 
Are you wit me?