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Super Bowl LVI Halftime Show
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Eminem
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Setlist"The Next Episode" (Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg) "California Love" (Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg) "In Da Club" (50 Cent) "Family Affair" (Mary J. Blige) "No More Drama" (Mary J. Blige) "m.A.A.d City" (Kendrick Lamar) "Alright" (Kendrick Lamar) "Forgot About Dre" (Dr. Dre and Eminem) "Lose Yourself" (Eminem and Anderson .Paak on drums) "I Ain't Mad At Cha" (instrumental interlude) (Dr. Dre) "Still D.R.E." (Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Kendrick Lamar, Eminem, Mary J. Blige, and 50 Cent)["The Next Episode" — Dr. Dre feat. Snoop Dogg] La-da-da-da-dah It's the one and only D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg!) La-da-da-da-dah You know I'm mobbin' with the D-R-E (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Y'all know what this is, but can y'all make some noise for my man, Snoop Dogg? Come on, now, louder, louder! Top Dogg, bite 'em all, yeah I'm burning it up D-P-G-C, go ahead and turn it on up C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah, we hookin' back up And when they bang this in the club, baby, you got to get up Thug homies, drug homies, yeah, they givin' it up Lowlife, yo' life, boy, we givin' it up Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party for sure Slipped my girl a forty-fo' when she crept in the back do' This chick is lookin' at me strange, but you know I don't care Step up in this mother- just a-swangin' my hair Trick, quit talkin', Crip walk if you down with the set Take a bullet with some - and take this dope on this jet Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap And if you happen to get cracked—shut yo' trap Come back, get back, that's the part of success If you believe in the S, you'll be relievin' your stress La-da-da-da-dah It's the one and only D-R-E Dr. Dre, you little busters! La-da-da-da-dah You know I'm riding with the D-O double G West Coast make some noise! Come on, put your hands in the air Everybody put your hands in the air Come on, everybody put your hands in the air Put your hands way up in the air Now let me welcome everybody to the Wild Wild West A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness The track hits your eardrum like a slug through your chest Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state where the bomb-a** hemp be A place where you never find a dance floor empty And pimps be on a mission for them greens Lean mean money-making-machines servin' fiends I been in the game for 30 years makin' rap tunes Say what? Ever since honeys was wearin' Sa**oon Now it's '22, they clock me and watch me Diamonds shinin', lookin' like I robbed Liberace It's all good, from Diego to the Bay Your city is the bomb if your city gettin' pay Throw up a finger if you feel the same way Dre puttin' it down for Californ-i-a California knows how to party California knows how to party Go, go, go, go, go, go Go shawty, it's your birthday We gon' party like it's your birthday And we gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a f-, it's not your birthday You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel the buzz I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs When I roll twenty deep, it's always drama in the club Yeah they heard I - with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem you get plenty of groupie love Look homie, ain't nothin' changed: hoes down, G's up I see Xzibit in the cut, hey man, roll that weed up! (Roll it!) If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player or pimp Been hit with a few shells, but I don't walk with a limp (I'm aight) In the hood in L.A. they sayin', "50, you hot" (Uh-huh) They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love Pac But holla in New York, fo sho they'll tell you I'm loco (Yeah) And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (Uh-huh) I'm fully focused, man, my money on my mind Got a mil' out the deal and I'm still on the grind (Woo) Now Shorty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow (Uh-huh) Her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go (Okay) You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Mama, I got what you need if you need to feel the buzz I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed You can find me in the club Let's get it crunk up on Have fun up on up in this dancery We got y'all open, now ya floatin' So you gots to dance for me Come on, everybody, get on up 'Cause you know we gots to get it crunk Mary J. is in the spot tonight And I'ma make it feel alright (Make it feel alright) Come on, baby, just party with me Let loose and set your body free (Oh) Leave your situations at the door But when you step inside, jump on the floor Let's get it crunk up on (Let's get crunk up on) Have fun up on up in this dancery We got y'all open, now ya floatin' So you gots to dance for me Don't need no hateration Holleration in this dancery (Holler, holler, holler) Let's get it percolatin', while you're waitin' So just dance for me We don't need no haters Broken heart again Another lesson learn Better know your friends Or else you will get burned Gotta count on me 'Cause I can guarantee that I'll be fine (No more pain) No more pain, no more pain (No more pain) No more games messin' with my mind (No drama) No more, no more (No more in my life) No more, no more No more, no more No more (No more drama) No more I'm tired of, I want this drama (No more drama) Go ahead, go ahead and (No more drama) You demons get up out of my face (No more drama) Go get out of my (No more drama) I'm about to lose my mind Ahhh! No more (No more drama) No more drama (No more drama) No more, no more (No more drama) Heyy No more No more drama I need a peace of mind I need a peace of mind No more (If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street, I hear— Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Man down, where you from? —who you know, where you from? Where your grandma stay, huh, my—? This mad city I run—) (Rhythmic Vocalizing) Alls my life, I has to fight Alls my life, I— Hard times like, "Yah!" Bad trips like, "Yah!" Nazareth I'm on one, you on one God got us, we gon' be alright, ho! We gon' be alright (Ahh) We gon' be alright (Oh) We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Huh? We gon' be alright Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be al— Uh, and when I wake up I recognize you're looking at me for the pay stub But homicide looking at you from the face down MAC-11 even boom with the ba** down Schemin'—let me tell you 'bout my life Painkillers only put me in the twilight Where pretty, uh, uh, is the highlight Now tell my momma I love her, but this what I like, Lord knows Twenty of 'em in my Chevy, tell 'em all to come and get me Reaping everything I sow, karma coming heavy No preliminary hearing on my record Tell 'em I'm a gangster in silence for the record, uh Tell the world I think I've gone cray Drown inside my vices all day Won't you please believe when I— Won't you please believe when I— Wouldn't you know We been hurt, down before Ah, when our pride was low Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go?" Ah, and we hate— Wanna kill us dead in the street fo sho' Ah, I'm at the preacher door Knees gettin' weak, gun might blow We gon' be al—(right) 35 summers in the making', stop fakin', you forgot about Dre (Alright) 35 summers in the makin', I'm talkin' N.W.A (Alright) 35 summers in the makin', stop fakin', you forgot about Dre (Alright) 35 summers in the makin', I'm talkin' N.W.A (Alright) Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherf- act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherf- act like they forgot about Dre Whoa If you had one shot One opportunity to seize everything you ever wanted One moment—would you capture it? His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now The clock's run out, time's up, over—blaow! Snap back to reality, ope there goes gravity, ope There goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad but he won't Give up that easy, no, he won't have it, he knows His whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter, he's dope He knows that but he's broke, he's so stagnant, he knows When he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again yo, this old rhapsody Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pa** him, and You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go!) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go!) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime You better… (Lose yourself) Los Angeles, make some noise! You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go!) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo You better lose yourself in the music The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go!) You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime You better… (Lose yourself) Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E. (Check) Guess who's back? I see you still doin' it Please make some noise for Dr. Dre! It's still Dre Day (Ah?) AK (Ah?) Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot 'Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock You hear the ba** from the truck when I'm on the block Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off How, homie, my last album was The Chronic? They wanna know if he still got it They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it (If you ain't up on thangs) Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game (Still) Still puffin' my leaves, still touchin' the beats Still not lovin' police Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease Still got love for the streets, reppin' 213 Still the beats bang, still doin' my thang Since I left ain't too much changed (Still) I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
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