from the d 2 the lbc - drake, kanye west, lil wayne & eminem lyrics
[intro: eminem]
yeah, it’s been a minute
this probably shoulda happened a while ago
f*ck it, we’re here now though, let’s go
yeah, man, what the f*ck? yo
yo, snoop, oh, man
yo, let me see–, let me see them buds, i can’t even–
man, that sh*t the size of my hand, dogg (that sh*t’s gon’ make me relapse)
the f*ck?
[verse 1: eminem]
that’s how i know that i’m in the studio with the doggy (where?)
in californi’ ’cause my homie from long beach
always got that bomb weed (that’s why)
i feel a calm breeze (yeah)
every time i palm trees (get it?), just like that blonde bleach
i went platinum then so did my albums (yeah)
calvin’s turning me into a zombie
’cause these buds are like the hulk, they’re twice the size that his arm be (grr)
and that is some strong green (strong green)
gotta contact, my contact lenses are foggy
i might end up in walgreens (yeah) pharmacy
with my arm asleep, gone off lean mixed with dramamine
i will treat paula deen like a f*ckin’ human pin*ball machine
bouncing b*lls off her tonsils
if y’all are seekin’ the smoke, i got all the weed
i am a walking motherf*ckin’ marijuana leaf, and i’m here to stay
my reign’s so definite, my longevity needs a hearing aid (what?)
still wearing hanes t*shirts, i done bodied some features with legendary names (yeah)
was there when dre turned the chronic to monetary gain (woo)
’cause dope is addictive, just like they call it mari*ju*ana
’cause like marriage, you wanna marry jane
it’s like you and spider*man feel the very same (yeah)
my adversaries came, but these little degenerates are my lineage
and when it come to pockets, weren’t many
if any as, skinny as mine, b*tch, i was penniless
now i’m plenty rich, and this sh*t don’t make any sense (yeah)
i was in the motherf*ckin’ pinch like a titty twist
now i’m sitting as pretty as each penny is
while i’m penning this in the lab on you guinea pigs
i ain’t finna fool ’em, and in fact, give me the semi and when i pull the big guns out that trigger
pull it until the motherf*ckin’ sh*t runs out of bullets
somebody better call a ambulance (woo)
you live, it’ll be miraculous
i got more hits than a contract k!ller
like the caterpillars that don’t got antennas (what?)
other words, i don’t got no godd*mn fillers (woo)
mount westmore, you did not plan for this (nah)
from detroit all the way to los angeles (haha, yeah)
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