Bars VII lyrics

by

Dr. Dre


Sup, motherf*ckers, it's the kid Merkules car bars volume seven.. umm, I just got back from my trip to New York, and while I was out there on the plane I wrote a verse, so even if I'm on plane or I'm at my house watchin' Southfeld in my underwear, I'm still workin' on something at all time, so
With that being said, this is gonna be over Onyx shut 'em down remix instrumental, shoutout to DJ Clips and Tony Tufts for having us when we out there, it's a huge honor and with that being said, let's get it poppin'
Stealbomb records, Stompdown Killaz, 100MAD for life, share this on your facebook, usual spiel, right?
You guys ready? I don't think you ready

Yo, it's obvious to see that all these sucka dudes actin', I bring it back like eight tracks in bubble goose jackets, see me runnin' through traffic when I'm drunk with two ratchets
Then I bust a huge backflip, I'm something too savage
Just play my sh*t tough, 'ya need me on the roster, my fans thinkin' finally like Leo at the oscars, I'm a mobster like Deniro, y'all gon' see me like the doctor, in my dreams I'm at Rio de Janeiro eatin' lobster, young and come from Canada, my flow the best regardless
When I fly I hide inside the over head compartment.. ayo, I'm nice
Nothing like them dudes that you hearin', one swing, I'll knock you out for goofy shoes that wearin'
The coop and I'm starin', blarin' Snoop out in Paris, you perfected auto-tune and crowd booing embarrassed
I was five years old when my flow first started, I go retarted and my flow something you don't see often
Catch beats if you want beef, I'm grocery shoppin', doin' album to my squad and see it proceeds often, the dobro seats top it, vanilla gorilla rapin' the billege nacked takin' this ritalin
Safe to say that I'm sick, I bought the flight to New York and I'm eatin' pork and rice, the poltergeist, I hold the mic and rappers go on strike
I grew up on Shauna Price and the Gang Star sh*t, now my life is like a movie, that my gang stars in
Young Merkules, certanly come to murder beats, the courtesy, he perfectly do earnestly, do it purposely while you nervously lurk the street
There's no adversity, sure to eat if you versus me, I merk MCs in the third degree
I treat a beat like Big Mac, you see I got a six pack, tell these groupie hose that I don't need 'em like a gym pass
Came up blazing Rifa, playin' Daisy in my speakers, I just got back from New York, I shouldda stayed for the pizza
I'm of all these skirt reverend turtleneck rappers, first attack blocka, turn your shirt to red pasta
You thinkin' that you dope but you high on crack, don't ask me questions and lessons, if I want fries with that
I don't play no games, no I don't play no games and when the cops come, I say no names
And you don't want with my squad at all, I kick your f*ckin' head off like a soccer ball
It's Merk
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