ETA Lyrics – Dr. Dre
I think my *** kickin’ in
[?] the ETA of the month (Hahahaha)
On life, ***, on life
Alright, c’mon, let’s get serious
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 her fitness on, ***, just hop in 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, Dickies 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
***, I’ve been going back and forth, Chevy or Aventador
Took a walk in the park, ***, that’s your backyard
Say Dre, where you get them shrooms with the 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
Aw, niggas want beef ’til they get they *** 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 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
*** where was you in the ’80s?
Reaganomics, we sold *** to mothers and they babies
Fiends was running ’round with stolen *** to sell me crazy
But I took some shorts and a couple nicks of *** and give ’em maybe
Gave this *** a sample, that’s my test tube baby
Tell them fiends we back in town, ice cream pastries
Five star general ***, I’m out ranking ’em
Fiends gave me so much bread, I had to start thanking ’em
Side hustlers stole some of my ***, I started spanking ’em
Talked to *** connects in Jamaican accent, Shabba Rankin ’em
If you stole my *** with the *** that helped you, walk the plank with him
Hmm, bruk him though like a bumbaclot acronym
Shh, look, don’t tell your peeps but all of my niggas are after him
Hmm, you’re just a ***, tell me why you actin’ so masculine?
Hmm, who the *** is he? Tell me why are the *** is you asking him (Why?)
And as I’m smoking this 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
Aw, niggas want beef ’til they get they *** 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 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