What the fcuk is gonna happen when Dre hangs up his boots?
"This is the millenium of Aftermath
It ain’t gonna be nothin after that So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap
You can have it back
So where’s all the mad rappers at
It’s like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats
Knew that I was strapped with gats
When you were cuddled with cabbage patch"
On the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides right above the gold wires
I’ll fo-five em
Kill a nigga on my song but really do it
Thats the true meaning of a ghostwriter
10 g’z will take ya daughter out of Air Forces
Believe you me homie i know all bout losses
I’m from Compton where the wrong colors be cautious
One phone call will have ya body dumped in Marcy
See, this is what all the wiggers in England were probably listening to before they went out on the rob last week.
Rap used to be good. Now it’s just a sad parody of its former self. I was in a pub in Dublin the last time ‘fiddy’ played the O2 and there were a crowd of skllappngers there, hideously attired, all ready for the show. They were carrying signs too. Didn’t see all of them but one of them had written on it, ‘do me up the arse fiddy’
I quietly wept into my pint as I saw the country die another tiny bit that night.