Not Many Days Left lyrics

[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Yeah
Not many days left (Bring that sh*t)

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
Too much stress can make a n*gga 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 f*ck?)
Rip your plans up, Dre's ruling
You don't want to f*ck around with the hands, let alone the gun foolin'
Like De La had n*ggas plug tunin'
Me and L had n*ggas zooming, me and Snoop flew the coup
Me keep your asses moving, with that hot sh*t
Club n*ggas like to request this around-the-clock sh*t
But I do it for my (hood n*ggas)
With rockets
Who learned how to survive and fatten them pockets
With 'x' amount of dollars the ballers, crime pays
But that snake sh*t'll leave that ass in a pine grave
Rocking project halls, from your sound-proof stalls
Got all you motherf*ckers 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, b*tches jock me for this sh*t
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 sh*t
Like Joanie for Chachi now I'm a c*cky 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 b*tches 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