Dr. Dre — Topless The D.O.C. Reference Track

[Verse 1: The D.O.C.] I came in this bitch on some Norman Bates shit But now I'm tryna get to Bill Gates, bitch With laptops, be stockin' your Feds When them hoes got shipped, I got a check You know the rest We in the set, ridin' deep in the stretch We drinking on that Patrón, no tops on the guests And as I like sex with someone fuckin' in my new Hummer And ain't no [?] to the numbers on my checks Rag top phantom by that CR [?] [?] tell by the doctor in the [?] Ain't nothin' outta my hands I don't need financin' for heliports, so I can just land down in the canyon At the mansion, your nigga expandin' Nigga, you know the ran, I blow green like sweets 'Cause see, I came from the streets But niggas hustle to eat Now I fly to get the paper, slangin' motherfuckin' beats get- [Chorus: Dr. Dre] Pow! Guns blaze when I shine Make a wish quick, no star and I'm the shooting kind Pow! Front page all the time You boys think sick, but I ain't got no roof on mine I dream topless, I live topless Like my girl is the game with her titties out I dream topless, I live topless Sky is the limit, I'm paid to run the city now (City now, city now) [Verse 2: Slim the Mobster] I cruise the block in a convertible car I come from where the murders are Survive through the murderous odds Some niggas' mysteries are murders unsolved And I can take you outcha misery, no problem at all Shit, I was born to ball and get money like the big boys do So make way and let the big boy through Part of me [?] These numbers is startlin' Aftermath to the [?] I'm unruly and disorderly like I oughtta be Who gives a fuck what you niggas thought of me Thought I'd be finished by now, huh? I'm just get riled up Order up another round up The last heir to the throne, so go on and shine the crown up For these California niggas, my flow napalm Six more words than they arms With more juice than Barry Bonds Amongst niggas with attitudes, consider me ruthless Yeah, there ain't no stopping me It's back to robberies [Chorus: Dr. Dre] Pow! Guns blaze when I shine Make a wish quick, no star and I'm the shooting kind Pow! Front page all the time You boys think sick, but I ain't got no roof on mine I dream topless, I live topless Like my girl is the game with her titties out I dream topless, I live topless Sky is the limit, I'm paid to run the city now (City now, city now, city now)