Dr. Dre Bad Intentions (feat. Knock-turn'al) Lyrics
            (Super ugly!)
        
            Put your cups up, get your smoke in
            Baby, we partyin, ain't nobody loc'n
            Who you provokin, what you want now?
            Take a look around, it's pimp s___ goin down
            It's a lot of b____es, a whole lot of freaks
            Top notch hoes, they flock in every week
            What you wan' do, get your next thrill
            Take an X pill, how the s__ feel?
            d___ you lookin good, all ten of y'all
            Wwanna roll (yeaaah!), I'm d___in y'all
            Keep your face down (ooh), keep your a__ up (ohhh)
            You know what your doin (ooooh), keep that s___ movin (yeah)
            Keep them t__ties jumpin, keep the Henny comin
            Every b____ in here need to be touchin somethin
            I know they like it hot, that's why I keep it hot
            So how the f___ could they not want a piece of Doc?
        
            [Chorus: Knoc-turn'al]
            I don't give a f___ 'cause I'm just drinkin, smokin, straight west-coastin
            b____es puttin a__ in motion, p____ poppin, s__ promotin
            Got a car? [Raise it up]
            Got a blunt? [Blaze it up]
            That's your b____? [On these nuts]
            Really I don't...[Give a f___]
            All I really know your hoe wants to be with me and she ain't playin
            And what I'm sayin (she creams with me)
            And screams between the sheets
        
            Soon as the door close
            I make 'em curl toes, they all wanna get chose
            We never love y'all, my n____s all macks
            We sip a lot of Yak, f___ and never call back
            Pack women in the club until it's pitch black
            Thugs on their block wonderin where their b____ at
            Where you think n____? She with the Aftermath
            Called her house, she ain't home, she with Aftermath
            No talkin, f___ how your day go
            You want d___ (yeeeaah!), will b____ say so
            Don't be shy now, probably the best at it
            They say a party ain't a party until the west at it
            Gravitate to the Doc like it's automatic
            Take your clothes off, make me wanna grab it
            Turn around with it, make me wanna stab it (yeaah)
            Time to get it crackin, show me them bad habits (oooh)
        
            [Chorus]
        
            When she's all alone she sneaks out to be with me
            And what I'm sayin is she ain't playin (she creams with me)
            And sleeps between the sheets
        
            Yeah, Aftermath, Doc Dre, 5-star surgeon general (yeaaah!)
            Nocturnal, L.A. Confidential (yeaaah!)
            What up Infinite, Mohagony droppin the instrumental (yeaaah!)
            Do the math, Aftermath gets the last laugh (yeaaah!)
        
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