Letra Shittin' on the world Dr. Dre

Shittin' on the world

Artist: dr. dre f/ mel-man

Intro:

Yes yes yall, ooh funk....
Yes yes yall, to the beat yall
From the ol schizzy with the yes yizzy yall
Ooh in come funk
Yes yes yall, to the beat yall
From the ol schizzy its the yes yizzy yall
Ooh notes come wrong

Verse 1:

Dre is chillin, ruff is chillin
What more can I say? (lets make a million)
M-e-l-man, niggas call me most
I be rockin on the east and the west coast
Your mail go back like emmitt smiths hairline
With jordache devils and calvin kleins
This shit be on my mind like odonnells interceptions
How would I look with mikes complexion
Eat me, freak me, take your hand and leave me
All I wanna say is I dont really give a fuck
Cos most he be mega
Copped the play station but still play the sega
And in the pjs I dj and blow amps
Bad as *? shrimp stampy? * with the food stamps
Huh, Im not a stranger to danger
On the streets I be known as the jaw rearranger
Heavy with the metal, mel-man rule
White boys say it now cool, cool, cool!!!
I bring the fizzy thats the obvious
I got a grip but the only clip I load be the floppy disk
In the sp or the mv, see three g
Hos see me comin in 3-d
I spread lizzy with ten mates
Hit the skins and I break out like an inmate
Hey yo, thats how it is and thats how I want it
This is my world and Im shittin on it

Chorus:

(on the world) shittin on it
(on the world) shittin on the world
(here me, yeah, shittin on the world)
*repeat*

Verse 2:

I warm it up like humidity
Mel, okay Im here til infinity
My shit be outta...space with the ewok
This is my planet but I never wear the reebok
When we rock to the beat of accapella
Most reigns supreme, niggas grab your umbrellas
Its time to bounce so where the player, mate?
Jealous mcs still drinkin on that hatorrade
Bitches flirtin with the giggles and chuckles
Youll never get the jezzy bare, knuckle
Cos I get a tingle in the jimmy after three days in it
Hold up! back to the clinic
Uhh, aah, poked your bitch in the eye
Then I step like omegas hifi (awroof!)
I walk the earth like moses
Any mackadocious, I grew up with no chips
Shows I turn out
I got dough but still call my hos on my burnout
But cant phone long distance
Im a rich nigga still gettin public assistance
Rockin shit on a task cam
Got mcs talkin bout I love you, man
But you cant get my last bud
Or my last dove outta beats we be makin
Dre and m-e-l got the whole earth quakin
Thats how it is and thats how I want it
This is my world and Im shittin on it

Chorus x3

Outro: (over chorus)

Yes yes yall, ooh funk...
Yes yes yall, to the beat yall
From the ol schizzy with the yes yizzy yall
Ooh in come funk
Yes yes yall, to the beat yall
Every three days and the el change ? ? ?
Ooh, most come funk