DR. DRE - Split Personality lyrics
rate meYeah, I'm just sittin' in the lab, I'm...
My name is Dr. Dre, and
I want all you mothafuckers out there to know
That I have a split personality
And sometimes it just makes me do these things, you know
Ha ha, you know, hell yeah...
Mr. Ski nigga
I'm takin' over shit Dre
Diagnosis, multiple personality disorder
A modern day Jekyll and Hyde in a lac versus manslaughter
I took a swig of the potion and it sent me coastin'
With visions of my alter ego hittin' three wheel motion
"Is it Dre, is it Dre"
No that Ski in a purple 6-tray G.T.A.
Killin' any mothafucker walkin'
And all these niggaz in these magazines that keep on talkin'
Don't get twisted, I been there, I done that
But Ski's out of control a maniac
He just show me that he got my back "I just show him I got your back"
See, in the light of day, I'm straight
I'm Dr. Dre, but after stroke of mid night
I'm Mr. Ski A.K.A. Dooms Day
Concocted the shit up in my lab
With Mr. Ski up in my head, bringin' on the Aftermath
You can see the stars runnin' from the sky
Tryin' to get away from Dr. Dre and Mr. S-K-I
It's Mr. Ski and Dr. Dre, can't stop this maniacal individual
Testosterone level, with 7.0 on your digital
I'm tryin' to take over shit like Buddy-love
But this professor ain't nutty and he can't do what Eddie Murphy does I was the madness that brought on Dre Day
Except this time Dr. Dres, the one whos gonna pay
I dropped his bloodstream, hit his brain and shed it off
And have them slangin' guns to them females who set it off
I do dirt, inside of his body and break free
Witnesses saw Dr. Dre but it was really Mr. Ski
You might think it's insane, but it's a clever scheme
Dre don't know shit, he wake up in the morning thinkin' it was a dream
Put his ass to sleep and soak his game up
Steady mobbin', hopin' to get this mothafucker brained up
I can't stop till I succeed, and I can break free
No longer Dr. Dre, nigga it's Mr. Ski
I start shakin'
Test tubes and bottles start breakin'
My alter ego starts overtakin'
Insanely spinnin' around like the mask
Tossin' that shit up off like a twister
No longer, the docter im Mister "Ski"
I can't hold it back
I'm trapped behind the walls of my brains, tryin' to count a rack
"even though tryin' to fight"
My vocal tone ignited into a loud scream "how high"
It's time to get the fuck up off, yeah
I'm on the loose like 2Pac I'm juiced
God bless the dead
But I'm already dead from trauma to the head
I'm a verbal Manslaughter on the Mic
Bumpin' in your trunk, shatterin' your glass from the street life
Nobody wants to play with me so I'm drillin' them
I'll be back like Swords nigga, so I can finish killin' them
If you want music to drive-By
Torment minds like yours and Dr. Dre
But all I think about is S-K-I