Song gospel dr dre lyrics english

[Intro: Eminem & Dr. Dre]


Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)


What? (Uh) What? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Dre, you ready? (Woo, woo, woo, woo)


C’mon (Yo, we gotta do whatever)


Alright (Check, check, check, check, check)


Get ’em!

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]


Cut ’em undercover, timeless, ready for ’em, progress


Feelin’ like I’m just gettin’ started


Two shots back for my dearly departed

Uh, you are now dеalin’ with a monster, boss shit, profits


Doc Dre, bitch, I’m a prophet


Black Wall Street, niggas know whеre the stock is

Heh, try me, niggas never see me, but it ain’t hard to find me


Heh, unwinding, shit’s blinding, still grinding, up rising


Agh, stop talking ’bout the past, I’m the future, nigga


Agh, nigga like me still here, motherfucker, go figure

Lookin’ for my next gold digger


This summer here gon’ be colder than winter


Already told you, I fold you like hundreds of billions


And you can go missing, put that on my children

Bet that, nigga, what? Regret that, run it up


Heh, and I’m about to sum it up


This shit here that problem, livin’ at the bottom of a bottle

“Full throttle” my motto, ehh


Fuckin’ with me like fuckin’ with the lotto


That awful in your nostril, in a brothel, this is gospel


Yeah, I’ma need all that pronto

[Chorus: Dr. Dre & Eminem]


Yes I, yes I, yes I, ride ’til I die


Give a fuck if you bitches die

Put a motherfucking hole in your face


Back up, bitch, don’t even try


I am that motherfucker, been the coldest

Why you on that, no one know us


Overdosed on what dope is (Yeah)


Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did

[Verse 2: Eminem]


Like a satanic cult


It’s an old ritual slaughtering GOATS, bitch (GOATS, bitch, yeah)


You’re fucking with the original, flow’s sick

And anybody can get it: COVID (Fuck with that?)


I done wrote shit that was so sharp


I could slit my own fucking throat with it

So rich, I got more chips than my shoulders


And I’m about as approachable as a roach is (Roach is, yeah)


So better steer clear from him

Here comes a nuclear bomb for your eardrums


Lyricism at its most fearsome and fierce


We’re on another tier like a tear duct’s upper echelon (Yeah)

Your career sucks (Meaning what?), it was sheer luck (Like what?)


Like a fuckin’ leprechaun with its beard cut


(Still a) Punisher, weapon drawn with a beer gut (Haha)

You’re slower than a Decepticon with its gear stuck


(And I what?) I serial kill, and you’re Kellogg’s


I love checks and I hate tricks

And you’re a fake bitch (Bitch)


I could spot you like you ’bout to weight lift (Yeah)


Bitch, I’m badder than cake mix

(But I) Can’t be whipped with egg beaters (Nah)


You cunts must be out of your labias, and God is my alias


So if I don’t have faith in me, then it basically makes me an atheist

(Woo) Nate Diaz got the world by the tracheas in a chokehold and a sleeper *snores*


Yeah, and me and Dre are like dog hair (Woof)


We’re both in our lab coats like retrievers

But like a Doberman, I’m a whole different breed of (What?)


Animal mutt mixed with a overachiever (Yeah)


Oh, you’re the king of rap? You ’bout to be overthrown

Like a pass over the head of an open receiver


This shit could end up comin’ to blows like a wiener (Haha)


But I ain’t finished puttin’ these hoes through the ringer (Nah)


Like clothes in between the two roll is a– wait, no

What I’m in is flow’s interwoven, I treat ’em like thread (Why?)


That’s how I wound up sewin’ machine up


So, fucks if you don’t give up me the time to ride or die (Yeah)


‘Cause you’re either both or you’re neither (Yeah)


Throw a middle finger up (Yeah) if you’re rollin’ (Yeah)


But, me, I’m gonna—