Dre Day - Blu

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Since Wreckin' Cru cause my resume say «Wreckin' crews»

Cut all my records like the best to do it, destined to

Dress for the music so I could step to it

Yeah, no one does it better as I step to her

Lex Lugers through your smoke and mirrors, I appear miraculous

Emotions clear, my devotion matters

I clap rappers like awards-show writers

What’s the doors of your Viper to the thoughts of a Chrysler?

Opportunity knocked on the window of my Limo

And offendin' me, tryna give advice how I could get on

Nigga, you couldn’t picture the soundscapes I spit on

I’ll do it for you, aluminum foil for sitcoms

Uh, have rap wrapped like Reynolds for rentals and continentals

On Centinela posted like a Sentinel

With seven yellers, kiss Ladera on my way to work

Skipped church, twisted up the earth in a new shirt

Yeah, Dre Day

Dre Day

Dre Day

Uh, and did I mention chronic?

Was sick, went through bubonics if you through with knowledge

No comment, the Lakers beat the Supersonics

Straight Ebonics if you want to call it alcoholic

Found my wallet, next thing you know, I’m found on Slauson

Talking all them prices down before I take a shot of Sunset

We couldn’t crush, we wasn’t one yet

If the ones wasn’t huggin' my block, cuffin' my knots

I could pull out my chariot, stop, and just ride

Uh, for all the bitches and the hoes and tricks

Yeah, we brought it back so you don’t forget (Dre Day)

Uh, Dre Day