Young Dre

[Verse 1]
Okay, let's play a game
Say my name, you gettin' sprayed with flames
Diesel, paper planes doused with alcohol
Bound to fall and butane produce chain reaction
You ain't the main attraction
You're aimless, your brain's relapsin', diesel
I'm the only thang that's hap'nin
I'm livin' the cinema, look at the lyrics I'm givin' up
Stir it up like Tang, sure to bust like Bang
Affectin' anythang within radius or range
Oakland's spokesman, my vocal voltage
Known some frequencies, promote the beast in me
Like The Werewolf of London, focus
Somethin' like a phenomenon, beyond the norm

[Verse 2]
Young Dre, hungry, everything I done pay
Come play in the playground, the way I glide
Gotta make ya proud
So of course inadvertently, some gotta hate my style
Can't do nothin' 'bout that now, full thrust
Stomp like a wooly mammoth, mouth full of tusks
Here, gimme yo hand, I'll pull you up
But don't think you finna pull me down, or ring out

[Verse 3]
Wet towels and rags, stay pilin' cash
Thousands, stackin' em, my bed with moneybags
Havin' fun with raps, that's the only way
Phonies pay a hefty fee, administering the injection is my speciality
I stretch the beat with lyrics in my breath when I speak
Dudes be extra weak, slash flimsy
They don't offend me, I'm living fatter than a blimp be
Can't solve the mystery with Agatha Christie
Smokin' like a chimney, you're gonna need an MD
Empty words is simply earnest poppycock; that's when you talk a lot
With little info, I bit your esophagus and walked it out
Y'all ain't even know I had a song coming out
I'm like Michael Jordan, when I see, I stick my tongue out

[Verse 4]
As long as I'm able-bodied, I'll illustrate the motley and unorthodox speech
Ungodly, it spooked the paparazzi
Called kamikaze, leaving flopped beats disembodied
Diesel, a day in the life, sidesteppin'
And invadin' the hype, whatchu know about it?
Big mouth, say what you like
'Cause at the end of the day, y'all psyched, but, that goes without it
Being said, I'll break ya even while you're thieving for a piece of bread
I'm unsweetened with no signs of saccharin
Plus [?] my style's immaculate, impassionate
Words I fashioned for the underground and the masses
Whoever wanna check my aspects?
Y'all get an old word, old style, [?]
While I'm in a foxhole, my payrolls [?]
Steamroll ya clique like Moon Patrol
Cruise control all the way to the Super Bowl
My name, brand, narrative, ain't the same bland story
Self-explanatory, that ya can't ignore me