***** Please II - Eminem, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg

Yeah whattup Detroit?

Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh-no he didn’t!

Ahhh!

They didn’t do it again

what-what, what-what?

Did you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre?

Oh fo' sho'!

Uh-uh, naw, ya smell that?

This is special right here

What-what, what-what-what?

Yeah, it’s a toast to the boogie baby

Uhh, to the boogie-oogie-oogie

Yeah, y’know!

What’s crackin Dre?

Just let me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp shit

on Slim’s shit and star rise like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit)

Throw on 'Guilty Conscience' at concerts

and watch mosh pits till motherf*ckers knock each other unconscious

(Watch out now!) Some of these crowds that Slim draws

is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it’s packed and fulla cars

Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw +IS+ niggaz from Crenshaw

from Long Beach to South Central

Whoa, not these nig*az again

These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again

(Hehe) You and what army could harm me?

D-R-E and Shady, with Doggy from Long Beach

(East-side!) Came a long way, to makin these songs play

It’ll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong way

I got a long uz', and I carry it all day

(Blaow!) Sometimes it’s like a nightmare, just bein Andre, but I.

Somehow, someway — tell 'em, nig*a

You know about Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg)

Now let me cut these ni*gaz up and show em where da f*ck I’m comin from

I get the party crackin from the sh*t that I be spittin son

Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run

Got about fifty gungs, and I love all of 'em the same — bang bang!

Damn baby girl what’s your name?

I forgot — what’d you say it was?

Damn a nigga buzzed

Hangin in the club, with my nephew Eminem

(Whassup Slim?) Whattup cuz?

(Whattup Snoop?)

The Great White American Hope, done hooked up

with the King of the motherfuckin West coast, bay-bayy!

Chorus: Nate Dogg (+Snoop)

And you don’t really wanna f*ck, with me

Only ni*ga that I trust, is me

F*ck around and make me bust, this heat

That’s, the devil, they always wanna dance

I’m the Head Ni*ga In Charge, I’m watchin you move

You’re found dead in your garage, with ten o’clock news coverage

Gotta love it, cause I expose the facade

Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with God

All jokes aside, come bounce with us

Standin over you with a twelve gauge, about to bust

It’s like ashes to ashes and dust to dust

I might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffs

So who do you trust?

They just not rugged enough

When things get rough I’m in the club shootin with Puff

Bitch, please — you must have a mental disease

Assume the position and get back down on your knees — c’mon

And you don’t really wanna f*ck, with me

Only ni*ga that I trust, is me

F*ck around and make me bust, this heat

That’s, the devil, they always wanna dance

Awww naww, big Slim Dogg

Eighty pound balls, dick six inch long

Back up, in the, heezy BAY-BAY

He’s Sha-day!

He’s so cra-zay!

Hahaha!

Gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White

Pickets outside the Interscope offices every night

What if he’s right?

I’m just a criminal, makin a living

Off of the world’s misery — what in the world gives me the right

To say what I like, and walk around flippin the bird

Livin the urban life, like a white kid from the 'burbs

Dreamin at night of screamin at mom, schemin to leave

Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me

I just want you all to notice me and people to see

that somewhere deep down, there’s a decent human being in me

It just can’t be found, so the reason you’ve been seeing this me

Is cause this is me now, the recent dude who’s being this mean

So when you see me, dressin up like a nerd on TV

or heard the CD usin the fag word so freely

it’s just me being me, here want me to tone it down?

Suck my f*ckin d*ck, you faggot

You happy now?

Look here

I start some trouble everywhere that I go (that I go)

Ask the bouncers in the club cause they know (cause they know)

I start some shit they throw me out the back do' (the back do')

Come back and shoot the club up with a fo'-fo' (a fo'-fo')

And you don’t really wanna f*ck, with me

Only ni*ga that I trust, is me

F*ck around and make me bust, this heat

That’s, the devil, they always wanna dance

2001 and forever

Slim Shady, Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, X to the Z, Nate Dogg

C’mon, yeah!