Cutaluff

[Dr. Dre] Yo yo yo, what's up, this is Dr. Dre And we doin "Big Thangs" With my nigga Ant Banks from the Bom-Bay Yo drop some shit on 'em.. [Slink Capone] Now picture me, inebriated and livin' lavish in Paris In the summer it's uncountable numbers, steadily makin' cabbage Havin' seasonal vacations, only eighty degrees Got three bitches in the swimmin' pool thats waitin' for me But I can't let 'em be my downfall, they so seductive Clock my money first then I'll call, can't ever trust 'em Many niggas that died died at the hands of a diva But you can fuck 'em and feed 'em, Slink Capone don't need 'em I'd rather live like Ebenezer with the house on the hills Let my cup runneth over my shoulders 'til it spills And fold bills, cause livin' life broke is constant misery I'd rather smoke weed on my boat and sip on Hennessy The federalies, they got a scope on my float Barcodes on my dome, shoot to kill Slink Capone If it's on it's on, let's get it goin' in the fifty states One-time can't touch me, I'm legit in the Cutaluff [Chorus] Keep your eyes on the prize Your hustle in disguise (Get yo' money player) Rumors, tales and lies Watch for jealous eyes (Coolin' in the Cutaluff) Keep your eyes on the prize Your hustle in disguise Rumors, tales and lies Watch for jealous eyes (In the Cutaluff...)