Symphony In X Major (feat. Dr. Dre) (Explicit Version)

Time to snap out of it, welcome to the real world

My life like a Hitchcock flick, stick to the script

If she can't stick to the script, stick to this dick

How she actin' off of the fifth? Ridiculous shit

We don't need conversation, just crowd participation

If you here on vacation we got, rules and regulations

Seperate myself from y'all, segregation

Tryin' to stop Xzibit and Dre? Humiliation

Pure elevation, got me some inspiration

Two bitches in bubble baths, a beautiful invitation

Got a live occupation, live for the moment

I'm faced with an altercation manhandlin' my opponents

I got eyes in the back of my head

I never sleep so they bloodshot red

Yo, we so far ahead of our time

If we can stop life and press rewind

You still wouldn't catch up 'til 2K and a dime, so turn it up

Turn it up, turn it up

This is it, this is it

We the shit, we the shit

Get with it

Give a fuck, give a fuck

Who you wit', who you wit'

Turn it up, turn it up

Get with it

Truthfully speakin', it's lonely up here all by myself

So I had to come down and pass around some help

From N.W.A to whatever's next

Make sure it says, "Andre Young", in bold letters on big checks

Your shit ain't sellin'? Fuck it, get Dr. Dre on it

You got a budget? I'll get down, give me half of it

One session, one song, I'm gone

The first week, you hit the streets, a star is born

To add to my universe, let me show you

Who can invade who nigga, and who can do who the worst

Warning from the Surgeon General

Watch out for fake hits and bullshit that sounds identical

Pick it up, read the credits, who you thought it was?

Twenty years in the game, with a constant buzz

Pick a year, any year, see how hot I was

Same shit today, and still don't give a fuck

Turn it up, turn it up

This is it, this is it

We the shit, we the shit

Get with it

Give a fuck, give a fuck

Who you wit', who you wit'

Turn it up, turn it up

Get with it

Stay, in your place

You can't face, what we bringin'

What we bring to the game, playa

Bounce like this

Blaze your shit

And get high for me

Let me give y'all niggaz somethin' to hold

This product not to be sold

Know you can't cook it over a stove

You can flip it and come back with a mitt

Don't make me reach through your limo tint

I just want my twenty percent

This is dedicated to the people that spoke too soon

I think I'll stop shootin' you niggaz and shoot for the moon

Motherfuckers turn respect on and off like a light switch

I'll never be seen, like Farrakhan fuckin' a white bitch

Jump I won't flinch, dump I don't miss

X holdin' this, I'm never losin faith or focus

So say what you gotta say, everyday a holiday

We don't blow the roof, we blow the whole fuckin' spot away

Organize permission like, organized crime

Organized minds, organize they nickels and dimes

Organized vocab, be organizing my rhymes

Organizing my business and organizing my time, so turn it up

Turn it up, turn it up

This is it, this is it

We the shit, we the shit

Get with it

Give a fuck, give a fuck

Who you wit', who you wit'

Turn it up, turn it up

Get with it