Dr. Dre – ETA Lyrics

ETA Lyrics By Dr. Dre

Yeah, been around, versatile, South of France, Rosecrans
Pin ’em up, knock ’em down, baby I don’t hold hands (Woah)
Big booty little dog joggin’ by Kenneth Hahn
Tryna get a fitness on, b*tch is stoppin’ the car
Uh, I been around, marathon, Compton to Avalon
Me and Anderson, this is like Royal Tenenbaums

No one goes to cinemas, so we on demand
They want a hologram it’s TikTok and dances
Big shot, been the bomb, make me reminisce upon
I remember me and Dogg, Swap meet, d*ckies on
When was that? In ’93?
You probably wasn’t even born

Dre, I think you need to the trade Range for the 6-4
sh*t, I’ve been going back and forth
Chevy or a Aventador, took a walk in the park
n**** that’s your backyard
Say, Dre, where you get them shrooms with chocolate?
The same place that I saw them Gods out in Panama

Weave through the weeds, smoke trees where my seeds grow
Let ’em try to press, get shot like a free throw
Uh, n****s won’t leave til they get their f*cking teeth broke
I just want peace, they don’t want me to be peaceful
You know I’m a king look at how my Cuban link glow
Gold medallion the flow, always second to the Nile
Girls gone wild, like them broads up in college
Looking at my child do the same thing that I did

n**** where was you in the ’80s?
Reaganomics we sold crack to mothers and their babies
Fiends was running round with stolen sh*t to sell me crazy
But I took some shrooms and a couple nicks of crack maybe
Gave this b*tch a sample, that’s my test tube baby
To the fiends we back in town, ice cream pastries
Five star general b*tch, I’m out ranking ’em

Fiends gave me so much bread I had to start thanking ’em
Side hustlers stole some of my dope, I started spanking ’em
Talked the coke and asked the Jamaican accent Shabba Rankin ’em
If you stole my sh*t with a n**** that helped you, walk the plank with ’em
Hmm, broke him though, like a bombaclat acronym

Shh, look, don’t tell your peeps, but, all of my n****s are after him
Hmm, you’re just a b*tch, tell me, why you’re actin’ so masculine
Hmm, who the f*ck is he? Tell me, why are the f*ck is you asking him (Why?)
And as I’m smoking the branch, watch me past the limb
I’m only here to collect my blessings, where the pastor been?

Weave through the weeds, smoke trees where my seeds grow
Let ’em try to press, get shot like a free throw
Uh, n****s won’t leave til they get their f*cking teeth broke
I just want peace, they don’t want me to be peaceful
You know I’m a king look at how my Cuban link glow
Gold medallion the flow, always second to the Nile
Girls gone wild, like them broads up in college
Looking at my child do the same thing that I did