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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeThe Recipe (Feat. Dr. Dre)
[Sample]Smoking weed with youCause you taught me to[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]Every morning when I wake up, uh, money on my mindGood times and to get caked up, uh, sunshine coming through my blindsI'm living but, really though, it's never enough10 milli on, that's a must, living in CaliforniaEverybody wanna visit for (Women, weed and weather)They come for (Women, weed and weather)(For the women, weed and weather)From all around the world for the (Women, weed and weather)These niggas'll kill for that, put it in your grill for thatStill everybody gotta build for that, me? I make mills off thatHow the fuck y'all can't see I ride, when I drive, down the block andYou look outside, H-A-T-E in your eyes, I enter big money for the enterpriseIt's a beautiful day I guess for a bitch to roll with Andre I guessRoll it up, baby come lift that dress then roll it up for me when I'm stressed[Hook]You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a bossNew Orleans and then Miami, party in New YorkTexas I be screwed up, Chi town I be really pimpingBut nothing like my hometown I'm forever livingWomen, weed and weather(They come for) women, weed and weatherFor the women, weed and weather(From all around the world for the) women, weed and weatherGot that women, weed and weatherDon't it sound clever, come and playWhat more can I say? Welcome to LA[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]My nigga said he wanna fly out to get himSome, three W's only for a three day run, bitchTake them motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no.. nun, shitI be living in the sky everytime I ride by them hoesRibbon in the sky on the radio cause Stevie know I controlLet it breathe, I control, California living 'til I am oldYou want to be one, to peak on the chartSo the peons can be gone and pee on their heartsShe in the coupe, she in the Neon cause she on the BS before we can startFuck with a nigga, ride with a nigga, let 'em know the priority order meHennessey and for my niggas OG Killa, call it Jason VoorheesBoy he's on his job, boy he sure be having the marks on they markPretty bitches and tire marks, let 'em inhale them pipe exhaustsLet 'em reveal how much it cost for this life controlling my viceNo way hell no, uh uh, if I'm wrong I don't wanna be rightWe want to be one, to peak on the chartSo the peons can be gone and pee on their heartsWomen, weed, weather, it's not my faultThat it's 82 degrees and my top peeled off[Hook][Verse 3: Dr. Dre]Known for that homegrown where I come fromSmoke one, palm trees, double D's got 'em topless in the sunI shall proceed, that's me, muthafuck your opinionHow many ways am I killing 'em? Shit, right around a billionWe on it, that mean we living for the momentThat mean she'll fuck 'til the morning, time and I got timeAnd I know that I'm in a position of controlling, anything, I by that oceanI'm a boss I'll buy that ocean, ain't nobody fucking with this[Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar]They want that shit, they often feind, I give it to ‘em, but in betweenMy time, I gotta tie shoestrings, life's a trip when you want these thingsI often slip and then I lean toward three W's in lifeYou know blow job need an application, eating pussy make appetiteAnd yeah my type, I like 'em brown, just like my drink, the fuck you thinkI don't fuck with no hand me downs, see if you fuck then it's after meYou know how much I'mma make it work?You know her dress slip it in her purseWhen you discussed your love for lust, just make sure you visit here first, Cali[Hook]
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