F*** You (feat. Devin a/k/a The Dude & Snoop Dogg) - Dr. Dre

Ayy bro, who got smoke? Swisher Sweet, Backwood, fronto, sky zone Pure hemp what I roll And a nigga need one pronto, I'm on High as the condo OG seasoned cilantro, I blow I think I left my wallet and lighter in El Segundo I can't believe it, believe it (damn) I do this shit every time, damn (every time) Get so very high and (so high) Then forget What I needed, I needed (what I need) Did one of y'all see if I, damn (can you?) Searchin' like CSI, yeah (look out) 'Cause I fucked around and left my weed, damn, damn (I left my weed) I fucked around and left my weed Oh, damn, damn (damn, I left my weed) I gotta go and get my weed, damn, damn (somebody pull up, pull up) Or somebody gotta pull up on me, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, pull up to front, party goin' live Everybody happy when the Dogg arrive Boss in the building, party with a real one Pocket full of racks and still number one bonafide Show you right Post up with a few bottles, a few models Make a toast to the boss life, I do the honors I make the hits to make the deals to make the dollars And I smoke to that Reachin' in my Louie bag Tryna find that King Louie stash Yeah, I'm 'bout to do 'em bad Baby wanna take a flick I'm like, "Cool make it quick 'cause I still can't find my shit" Reach a little deeper, now I'm mad No weed in the party, all bad I'm in the parking lot, headed to the whip 'Cause now this party ain't shit I can't believe it, believe it (damn) I do this shit every time, damn (every time) Get so very high and (so high) Then forget What I needed, I needed (what I need) Did one of y'all see if I, damn (can you?) Searchin' like CSI, yeah (look out) 'Cause I fucked around and left my weed, damn, damn (I left my weed) I fucked around and left my weed Oh, damn, damn (damn, I left my weed) I gotta go and get my weed, damn, damn (somebody pull up, pull up) Or somebody gotta pull up on me, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, shit, I did it again Nigga movin' too quick, tryna get with my friends To get fucked up, I got my coffee cups and the brewskis But hold up, I noticed I'm missin' my ooh-weed Like Snoop D, I need at least two Sweets to soothe me Blunt wraps, Swishers and loose-leaf Now I got to go back to the crib And try to sneak in, I hope my gal don't shoot me Thinking I'm lying, I'm trying to have a good time Barbecue, music, the good vibes Wonder should I make a call to come through with an ounce When damn, I got two at the house Now I got to make a decision Should I hit the back door with precision? Or maybe I should bum from my coffee brothers They be gottin' Red Dead Redemption vision I can't believe it, believe it (damn) I do this shit every time, damn (every time) Get so very high and (so high) Then forget What I needed, I needed (What I need) Did one of y'all see if I, damn (can you?) Searchin' like CSI, yeah (look out) 'Cause I fucked around and left my weed, damn, damn (I left my weed) I fucked around and left my weed Oh, damn, damn (damn, I left my weed) I gotta go and get my weed, damn, damn (somebody pull up, pull up) Or somebody gotta pull up on me, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy bro, who got smoke? Swisher Sweet, Backwood, fronto, sky zone Pure hemp what I roll And a nigga need one pronto, I'm on

Whenever I'm down and out I get back to myself I roll a motherfucking fat back to myself Leave it to beaver, America gon' legalize but I ain't believe her Til she finally did it Overworked but I'm still committed All things under the letter G, Snoop Dogg done did it Gracefully gazing unto the sky A lot of people smoke just to get by But I see things much differently Medically, physically, mentally, theoretically Put it in a letter so you let it be One day we'll all agree and have peace up under a big chronic tree If I had my way at 4:20 every day you could blaze a J And not have to answer to nobody I live my life like it's a party So let's go cuz So go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh) So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke) Na-na-na-na-na-nanana (Get high) Na-na-na-na-na-nananana I blaze up soon as I raise up from out of my sleep I got me a sweet I hope they legalize it here, I'm tired of police You think you could smoke like my & Snoop, don't try to compete I'll still blaze with ya, fire that ho up If smoking weed is going down, then I'ma show up Weed is where I'm needed, it's a necessity If I ain't got it, little shit get the best of me I even put it in my food, I got a brownie recipe You eat one piece man your ass'll be fucked up for six or seven hours or so You don't like edibles? Then I got plenty of flowers to blow Smoke it in the paper, cigar, a bong Don't worry about the haters, just vibe to the song And do it however you please, you please Today's the day to smoke weed So go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh) So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke) Na-na-na-na-na-nanana (Get high) Na-na-na-na-na-nanana Damn, a pound ain't really nothing now Remember smoking with my cousin Now we all Raw cone stuffing Enough to wake neighbors up KK my favorite flavor And you ain't gotta ask cause we major I smoke like them old players Only put it in the paper I just started recently letting niggas smoke blunts around me Known to keep the room cloudy Get a bad bitch, sit her down, let her smoke, now she open The best trees I be smoking Smell it through the bag so it's potent Even get it on the plane, TSA don't even notice Ran in the burner, he done taught a young nigga how to grow it A pothead but I be focused And it ain't in my session if it's bullshit Only the best what you dealing with It's legal now, everybody's doing this So go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up (Yeah, yeah ooh) So go ahead and put your J's up (And smoke) Na-na-na-na-na-nanana (Get high) Na-na-na-na-na-nanana Go ahead and blaze up Today's the day to blaze up So go ahead and put your J's up Na-na-na-na-na-nanana Na-na-na-na-na-nanana na Come and smoke with me tonight, tonight

Rolling up another Swisha, listening to the beat again Dranking but we concentrating, smoke another Sweet again Steadily rewinding trying to make some hot shit (Oh what a job this is) Another all nighter trying to get it done Barely make it home with the morning sun Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit (Oh what a job this is) Dranking yet I'm thinking of another rhyme Smoking, hoping that some bad news will come some other time Cause I'm trying to do what I love, I love what I do This music is something mo' different than the weed and the brew That's why we mashing we ain't asking for nothing we working for it Push it, peddle it to the people they can't ignore it This is for all the independents, a few major labels The big studios who still give niggas favors On the mixing and mastering Puzzling and plastering the tracks together On tapes, CDs, wax or whatever This is for all the engineers who smoke weed Can't forget about the production costs and all the hidden fees For another rhyme written, we spend time spitting in the booth Sometimes it's like a pigeon coop But it's all for the cause, so I'm Gonna continue to MC and smoke weed, you know I'm Rolling up another Swisha, listening to the beat again Dranking but we concentrating, smoke another Sweet again Steadily rewinding trying to make some hot shit Oh what a job this is Another all nighter trying to get it done Barely make it home with the morning sun Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit Oh what a job this is As easy as it looks to you I make it look so easy With the music I be making the impression I be leaving A lot of folks they stop and stare, thinking Im'a trick it off I roll another bleezy, puff it, pass it and shake it off Move on to the next phase and it's amazing The next generation of rappers, big Snoop Dogg raising That's fifteen years in the game Still got the fortune and fame, yeah I'm doing my thang Check this Devin Somebody said that real Gs to go heaven So I'mma keep spitting the truth on these fools like a reverend Stay open like 7-11 that's 24/7 When you need some hot shit stop by and get you a beverage I'm serving, my rhymes like nickels and dimes Plug it in, let it play and let me blow your mind It's the dominant conglomerate prominent and I'mma get What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob to the beat Rolling up another Swisha, listening to the beat again Dranking but we concentrating, smoke another Sweet again Steadily rewinding trying to make some hot shit Oh what a job this is Another all nighter trying to get it done Barely make it home with the morning sun Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit Oh what a job this is We work nights, we some vampires Niggas gather round the beat like a campfire Singing folk songs, but not no Kumbaya my Lord You download it for free, we get charged back for it I know you're saying, they won't know, they won't miss it Besides, I ain't a thief, they won't pay me a visit So if I come to your job, take your corn on the cob And take a couple kernels off it that would be alright with you Hell no, yeah exactamundo But we just keep recording and it ain't to get no condo And Candy Bentley fanny with no panties in Miami And that cute lil' chick named Tammy that you took to the Grammys See we do it for that boi that graduated That looked you in your eyes real tough and said 'preciate it And that he wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for your CD number nine And he's standing with his baby momma Kiki and she crying talkinbout That they used to get high to me in high school And they used to make love to me in college Then they told me 'bout they first date, listening to my tunes And how he, like to finger nail polish I say hate to cut you off but I gotta go I wish you could tell me mo' but I'm off to the studio, gotta write tonight Hey, can you put us in your raps I don't see why not Devin it's the Dude you gon' probably hear him talking bout Rolling up another Swisha, listening to the beat again Dranking but we concentrating, smoke another Sweet again Steadily rewinding trying to make some hot shit Oh what a job this is Another all nighter trying to get it done Barely make it home with the morning sun Baby mother thinking that you on some other shit Oh what a job this is Yeah, this life we live. What a job this is. Real spit man A lot of folks want to walk in these shoes but they just don't know man It's a hell of a job, man To be a rapper, MC, whatever you want to call it, man We got a lot to deal with. Family members we gotta always look out for Baby momma nagging, you knowImsaying kids need this And then again the public need that, we gotta make hot music Cause if it ain't hot it don't mean shit But you know, it's all in a day's work What a job this is my nigga What's crack-a-lacking Devin the Dizzude Snoop D-O dub, J Prince, Jazz Prince Yeah, Rap-A-Lot still on top. 2007