Dr. Dre – ETA Lyrics

 

ETA Lyrics by Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Busta Rhymes, & Anderson .Paak

 

Been around — versatile, South of France, Rosecrans
Pin em up, knock em down, baby I don’t hold hands
Big booty, lil dog, jogging by Kenneth Hahn
Tryna get her fitness on, bitch just hop in the car

I been around — Marathon, Compton to Avalon
Me and Anderson this is like Royal Tenenbaums

No one goes to cinema, so we on-demand
They wanna hologram us, TikTok and dancing

Big shot, been the bomb, make me reminisce up on
I remember me and Dogg, swap meet, Dickies on

What was that, in ’93?

You probably wasn’t even born

Dre I think you need to trade the Range for Six-Four

I’ve been going back and forth, Chevy or Aventador
Took a walk in the park

N****, that’s your backyard
Say Dre, where’d you get them shrooms with the chocolates?

The same place that I saw them gods out in Panama

Weave through the weed, smoke trees where my seeds grow
Let em try to press, get shot like a free-throw
N***** want beef till they get their fucking teeth broke
I just want peace, they don’t want me to be peaceful
You know ima king, look at how my cuban link glow
Gold medallion flow, only 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

Reganomics, we sold crack to mothers and their babies
Fiends was running ‘round with stolen shit to sell me, crazy
Man, I took some shorts on a couple nickel cracks I gave em, maybe

Gave this bitch a sample, that’s my test-tube baby
Tell them fiends we back in town — ice cream, pastries
Five-star general bitch, 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

Talk the coke in extra Jamaican accent, Shabba Rankin em
If you stole my shit — with the n**** that helped you, walk the plank with him
(Hmm) Break em down like a bumbaclaat acronym
(Shh) Look, don’t tell your peeps, but all my n***** are after him
(Hmm) You just a bitch, tell me why you acting so masculine?
(Hmm) Who the fuck is he? Tell me, why are the fuck are you asking him (Why?!)
And as I’m smoking this branch, watch me pass the limb
I’m only here to collect my blessings, where the pastor been?

Weave through the weed, smoke trees where my seeds grow
Let em try to press, get shot like a free-throw
N***** want beef till they get their fucking teeth broke
I just want peace, they don’t want me to be peaceful
You know ima king, look at how my cuban link glow
Gold medallion flow, only second to the Nile
Girls gone wild like them broads up in college
Looking at my child do the same thing that I did

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