DR. DRE - Animals lyrics
rate me(Bridge: Anderson Paak)
These old sneakers, faded blue jeans, no tricks, no gimmicks
I be stompin' down-down, down-down, down demons
Rollin' up trees in the belly of the beast
Where the people disagree
The upper class hate, middle don't exist
The bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks
Are you jumpin' on a fad, layin' in a ditch
I be stompin' down demons, stompin' down quick, come on
(Hook: Anderson Paak)
Please don't come around these parts
And tell me that we all a bunch of animals
The only time they want to turn the cameras on
Is when we're fucking shit up, come on
(Verse: Anderson Paak)
Bullets still ringin', blood on the cement
Black folks grievin', headlines readin'
Tryna pay it no mind, you just living your life
Everyone is a witness, everyone got opinions
Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes
I ain't livin' in fear, but I'm holdin' him tight
Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes
I ain't livin' in fear, but I'm holdin' him tight
(Verse 2: Dr. Dre)
Damn, why the fuck are they after me? Maybe cause I'm a bastard
Or maybe cause of the way my hair grow naturally
Still tryna figure out, why the fuck I'm full of rage
I think I noticed this bullshit right around the fifth grade
Paraphernalia in my locker right next to the switch blade
Nothin' but pussy on my mind and sum' plans of gettin' paid
But I'm a product of the system raised on government aid
And I knew just how to react when it was time fo' that raid
Just a young black man from Compton wonderin' who could save us
And could barely read the sentences the justice system gave us
So many rental cars with bricks, I think they probably funded Avis
Sum' of us was unbalanced but sum' us used our talents, shit
Not all of us criminals but cops be yellin', 'Stay back nigga!'
We need a lil bit of payback
Don't treat me like an animal cause all this shit is flammable
Don't fuck around cause when it's done it's done (Fuck you!)
(Pre-Hook: Anderson Paak)
And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day
But that don't make it okay
And the white folks tell me all the lootin' and the shootin' is insane
But you don't know our pain
(Hook x2)
(Bridge: Anderson Paak)
These old sneakers, faded blue jeans, no tricks, no gimmicks
I be stompin' down down, down-down, down demons
Rollin' up trees in the belly of the beast
Where the people disagree
The upper class hate, middle don't exist
The bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks
Are you jumpin' on a fad, layin' in a ditch
I be stompin' down demons, stompin' down quick, come on
(Pre-Hook: Anderson Paak)
(Hook x2)
(Outro: DJ Premier)
Yeah, this is DJ muthafucking Premier
And I'm Dr. Dre (Dr. Dre)
What, Premo!
Yeah we fucking shit up
No, we don't play no games here, muthafucka, please!
Aftermath
One of the reasons that me and you click
We don't lose, I always win
Let's face it you basic boy
Fo' realer! Professional winnas
Fo' realer!
