DR. DRE

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!

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