Topless (The D.O.C. Reference Track)

By Dr. Dre

On Detox (2009-2011)

Released on January 6, 2020

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[Verse 1: The D.O.C.]

I came in this bitch on some Norman Bates shit

But now I'm tryna get to Bill Gates, bitch

With laptops, be stockin' your Feds

When them hoes got shipped, I got a check

You know the rest

We in the set, ridin' deep in the stretch

We drinking on that Patrón, no tops on the guests

And as I like sex with someone fuckin' in my new Hummer

And ain't no limit to the numbers on my checks

Ragtop Phantom by that CR [?]

New intel by the doctor in the [?]

Ain't nothin' outta my hands

I don't need financin' for heliports, so I can just land down in the canyon

At the mansion, your nigga expandin'

Nigga, you know the plan, I blow green like sweets

'Cause see, I came from the streets

But niggas hustle to eat

Now I fly to get the paper, slangin' motherfuckin' beats gettin'-


[Chorus: Sly Pyper]

Pow!

Guns blaze when I shine

Make a wish quick, no star and I'm the shooting kind

Pow!

Front page all the time

You boys think sick, but I ain't got no roof on mine

I dream topless, I live topless

Like my girl is the game with her titties out

I dream topless, I live topless

Sky is the limit, I'm paid to run the city now (City now, city now)


[Verse 2: Slim the Mobster]

I cruise the block in a convertible car

I come from where the murderers are

Survived through the murderous odds

[?] niggas' mysteries, the murders unsolved

Then I can take you outcha misery, no problem at all

Shit, I was born to ball and get money like the big boys do

So make way and let the big boy through

Pardon me, they done started me

These numbers is startlin'

Aftermath to the artery

Unruly and disorderly like I oughta be

Who gives a fuck what you niggas thought of me

Thought I'd be finished by now, huh?

I'm just gettin' riled up

Order another round up

The last heir to the throne, so go on and shine the crown up

For this California native, my flow napalm

'64, extended eight arms with more juice than Barry Bonds

Amongst niggas with attitudes, consider me ruthless

Yeah, it ain't no stopping me

It's back to robberies


[Chorus: Sly Pyper]

Pow!

Guns blaze when I shine

Make a wish quick, no star and I'm the shooting kind

Pow!

Front page all the time

You boys think sick, but I ain't got no roof on mine

I dream topless, I live topless

Like my girl is the game with her titties out

I dream topless, I live topless

Sky is the limit, I'm paid to run the city now (City now, city now, city now)