[Verse 1: Sam Sneed & (Dr. Dre)]

(I heard Sam was goin' solo)

Hot damn! You didn't know, so?

Well, I can blast fast or freak a ill type of slow flow

I'm hittin' harder than Barry Bonds, so check the golden child

Throwin' it to your ear-hole, got you goin' buckwild

With truck-tracks, rhymes on deck, breakin' off niggas proper

Did dirt, dipped West 'cause I clown coppers (Yeah!)

Do hip-hop, rap, compose 'em, most 'em couldn't see me

Mad advanced in my skills, I'm all about the dollar bills

From Pittsburgh to Cali, droppin' bombs like that

Was on the D.L. with the squad, so I couldn't hold it back

Black, I regulate, I bust a big gate figure

Mobbin' with that ill nigga with his finger on a bigger trigger

Servin' all (Saps!), hittin' sevens on the (Simps!)

Makin' dough, eatin' shrimps, locin' with some real pimps (Yeah!)

So peep game, best believe I love my peeps

That's why I make the type of music you can pump in your Jeeps

(That's right!)

So bust my sound, I put it down for the underground

I got the women 'cause I'm slammin', jammin'!

Got it goin' on, it's time for this new producer to rise

So open your eyes, I think U Better Recognize

[Hook x2: Dr. Dre]

Once again, it's the man with the master plan

They call him Sam and I.. (think U Better Recognize)

[Verse 2: Sam Sneed & (Dr. Dre)]

I remember days on the blocks

Where I slang slung, played punk cops

And mad props 'cause I ran with hard rocks (Yeah)

From 8-Balls to O-Z’s, I made G’s (Say what?)

Then built up enough loot to buy ki's

No gang affiliation, yo, I stood on my own two, pullin' capers

I'm a sneaky slick nigga, I never had to pull the trigger (Right)

I mack, on top of that, I'm used to stayin' wicked

Which is 24/7, you can ask my ex-hooker

But now I'm on some new improved shit

Makin' hits, stackin' chips, now everything's legitimate

I flipped the script a long time ago, on the five-o

When I discovered this new way to make my cash flow (Mmm)

Yes, indeedy, I wasn't greedy

Got my niggas out the gutter, now they rollin' with the Sam Sneezy

Hip-hop fanatic causin' static in the industry

These whack creators, I call 'em imitators (Uh, yeah)

Be tryin' to see me

But see, I'm unexplanatory with the fame and glory

That's why I gotta tell my story

With no disguise, a lot of niggas despise

Because I'm on the up-rise, so I think U Better Recognize

[Hook x2: Dr. Dre]

Once again, it's the man with the master plan

They call him Sam and I.. (think U Better Recognize)

[Post-Hook x2]

Uh, yeah, uh, yeah

Think U Better Recognize

[Verse 3: Sam Sneed]

Well, I'm back in the mix with a bottle of Hennessy

So fire up a blunt who's ever in the vicinity

Crazy shout-outs, givin' pounds to all my niggas

Hittin' all the hookers by the dozen 'cause they dig us (Trick)

Fuck what you heard, recognize what you be seein'

This down-to-Earth, true-to-the-game human being

I'm that little beige nigga tryin' to get mine, fuck a 9!

'Cause I'll incline with the mastermind

I got my crew in my corner so I can't lose

Plus I'm payin' mad dues in this record biz, I don't snooze

And suckas be poppin' that ol' idiotic egotistical type of flimflam

I can't be faded, Sam-I-Am

(Blendin' with the hustlers, never dealin' with them knucklehead ballers)

'Cause boys play with toys, and scholars play with dollars

I'm a mack on my own right, plus my game is tight

Baby, get it right, I ain't the one, so take flight

Bitches give me mad rhythm, but they brains are off-tempo

Thinkin' they can get my loot, I never trick to knock the boots

I gotta be wise when time to dip between the thighs

All eyes on the prize, so I think U Better Recognize

[Hook x4: Dr. Dre]

Once again, it's the man with the master plan

They call him Sam and I.. (think U Better Recognize)