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EMINEM lyrics : "Bitch Please II Featuring: Dr. Dre, Interscope, Nate Dogg, Snoop Dogg & Xzibit"

[Intro]
Yeah, what up Detroit?
(Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh-no he didn't!

Ahhh! They didn't do it again
What-what, what-what?
You %#@!ted on these ^!$$%s two times, Dr. Dre?)

Oh fo' sho'!
(Uh-uh, naw, ya smell that?
This is special right here

What-what, what-what-what?
Yeah, it's a toast to the boogie baby
Uhh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie

Yeah, y'know! What's crackin Dre?)

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]

Just let me lay back and kick some ol' simplistic pimp %#@!
On Slim's %#@! and start riots like Limp Bizkit
Throw on Guilty Conscience at concerts

And watch mosh pits 'til mother$#&@ers knock each other unconcious
(Watch out ^!$$%!) Some of these crowds that Slim draws
Is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and fulla cars

Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw is ^!$$%s from Crenshaw
From Long Beach to South Central
Whoa, not these ^!$$%s again

These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again
You and what army could harm me?
D-R-E and Shady, with Doggy from Long Beach (East side)

Came a long way, to making these songs play
It'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way
I got a long uz', and I carry it all day

Sometimes it's like a nightmare, just being Andre but I

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]

Somehow, some way, hello ^!$$%, you know about Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg)
Now let me cut these ^!$$%s up and show em where the $#&@ I'm coming from
I get the party cracking from the %#@! that I be spitting, son

Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run
Got about fifty guns, and I love all of 'em the same
Bang bang! Damn baby girl what's your name? I forgot

What'd you say it was? Damn a ^!$$% buzzed
Hanging in the club, with my nephew Eminem
What up cuz? (What up Snoop?)

The Great White American Hope
Done hooked up with the King of the mother$#&@ing West coast, baby


[Hook: Nate Dogg]
And you don't really wanna $#&@, with me
Only ^!$$% that I trust, is me

$#&@ around and make me bust, this heat
(That's, the devil, they always wanna dance)


[Verse 3: Xzibit]
I'm the Head ^!$$% In Charge, I'm watching you move
You're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage

Gotta love it, cause I expose the facade
Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with God
All jokes aside, come bounce with us

Standing over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust
It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffs

So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough
When things get rough I'm in the club shooting with Puff
(*##$ please, you must have a mental disease

Assume the position and get back down on your knees, come on

[Hook]


[Verse 4: Eminem]
Aww naww, big Slim Dogg

Eighty pound balls, dick six inch long
Back up in the heezy baby! He's Shady! (He's so crazy!)


Gimme the mic, let me recite 'til Timothy White
Pickets outside the Interscope offices every night
What if he's right? I'm just a criminal, making a living

Off of the world's misery, what in the world gives me the right
To say what I like, and walk around flipping the bird
Living the urban life, like a white kid from the 'burbs
Dreaming at night of screaming at mom, scheming to leave
Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me

I just want you all to notice me and people to see
That somewhere deep down, there's a decent human being in me
It just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me
Is cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean
So when you see me, dressing up like a nerd on TV

Or heard the CD using the !@$) word so freely
It's just me being me, here want me to tone it down?
Suck my $#&@ing dick, you !@$)got, you happy now? Look here
I start some trouble everywhere that I go
Ask the bouncers in the club cause they know

I start some %#@! they throw me out the back do'
Come back and shoot the club up with a 44

[Hook]

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