Dr. Dre — Not Many Days Left

[Intro: Dr. Dre] Yeah Not many days left (Bring that shit) [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Too much stress can make a nigga hesitate with no time left (I feel blessed though) Here we go to the next A Dr. Dre exclusive with music bruising your neck (What the fuck?) Rip your plans up, Dre's ruling You don't want to fuck around with the hands, let alone the gun foolin' Like De La had niggas plug tunin' Me and L had niggas zooming, me and Snoop flew the coup Me keep your asses moving, with that hot shit Club niggas like to request this around-the-clock shit But I do it for my (hood niggas) With rockets Who learned how to survive and fatten them pockets With 'x' amount of dollars the ballers, crime pays But that snake shit'll leave that ass in a pine grave Rocking project halls, from your sound-proof stalls Got all you motherfuckers screaming "Yes yes y'all" [Verse 2: Hittman] All we need is 40 ounces and a tool to rule In city duels used to buck fifty fools Now I let off like white kids in elementary schools Hit the news like Stacey Koon to Rodney crazy as a looney tune Kids watch me, bitches jock me for this shit Cause Hittman's the breaker of the monotony For a faker man I won't shake your hand Instead I'll shake like land on which you stand like maracas in a mariachi band Got my love back for this shit Like Joanie for Chachi now I'm a cocky man again So I ride like the wind In a fly Sedan Benz Hanging out the window when I turn left to watch my rims spin Ha, that line got my friends grinnin' The fine bitches got my ends spendin' The gin got my mind bendin' In LA I stay balling like Lorenzen Wright Lost angels sin at night And I floss on the timid type Dominique Dawes on that ass End your night