Homage to Dre

Sound without Focus... is just noise [Crooked I] Yo, everywhere I travel, them Dre haters babble Them niggas is afraid, they bleed Minute Maid Producers so comfortable living in his shadow They sip lemonade, chilling in the shade Who's responsible for the sickest instrumentals made? Who made Ren a villain and Eminem a renegade? Now niggas getting paid, menaces in the stage Hitting listeners with explicit sentences in the page Since N.W.A, we've been that deep I'm a part of that family, even if I'm the black sheep Cause I was signed to the giant of the West coast The company Dre built - yeah nigga, Death Row And whoever bought the catalog, get at 'er dog Don't try to drop my old shit unless I said so I write rhymes like a helluva thesis While Focus... move keyboard keys with telekinesis It's for the Doc, th-th-the doc [Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius] Ready or not, here we come This here's for all the ones who don't believe This time out, we'll show and prove Nothing can stop us now [Jay Rock] Dre brought you 6-4's 808, black khaki suits, Raider caps and AKs' Dre, put it down for N.W.A Back in '92, tell me who fuckin with Dre? Who made it cool to shoot a cop? 187 on an undercover, remember the record? It was hot I was like six, in the bricks, when The Chronic dropped Shit sold out in every momma and poppa shop Dre, yeah that nigga killing 'em Sold a lot of records worldwide, who serious? Dre, I know them haters ain't hearing this One of the bests on the beats - period Dre, who put Compton on the map? Yeah, and responsible for this gangsta rap My nigga Dre, been through tribulations and trials Look at him now, you see the aftermath [Chorus] [KIDA] Man, get it out, we all know that Diggy-Doc started this The evolution of gangsta rap at its best, kid And Doc Dre is considered the blueprint Compton, way before Jay thought of doing it I never puff but I knew dude's on it Couple spins later, felt high listening to The Chronic Far from a dumb, but the gangstas are feeling him It's Inglewood city, but N.W.A is still in him Six-fo's switch flat, bumping Dre in the back Eighth grade, King Starter jacket, yeah I had that Gave Snoop came back, put Em on his back Who was movin units like that? Where these labels at? Death Row artist, coulda been that, but I passed Yeah the truth hurts, so I'm guessin I'm the aftermath Who else but Doc told you to say F whoever Front if you want, but for Detox I'll wait forever [Chorus]