Correction Paroles Guilty Conscience (Hook Version) par Dr. Dre

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Alright, stop (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
You better think of the consequence (Who are you?)
I'm your motherf**kin' conscience
That's nonsense
Go in, gaffle the money, and run to one of your aunt's cribs
And borrow a damn dress and one of her blond wigs (can I borrow this?)
Tell her you need a place to stay, you'll be safe for days
If you shave your legs with Renee's razor blades
Yeah, but if it all goes through like it's supposed to
The whole nеighborhood knows you and they'll expose you
Think about it bеfore you walk in the door first
Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns
F**k that, do that sh*t, shoot that b*t*h
Can you afford to blow this sh*t? Are you that rich?
Why you give a f**k if she dies? Are you that b*t*h?
Do you really think she gives a f**k if you have kids?
Man, don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it (you're right)
Not over this sh*t (stop)
Drop the biscuit (I will)
Don't even listen to Slim, yo, he's bad for you
You know what, Dre? I don't like your att**ude

These voices, these voices, I hear them
And when they talk I'll follow, I'll follow, I'll follow, I'll follow
These voices, these voices, I hear them
And when they talk I'll follow, I'll follow, I'll follow, I'll follow
These v-
Now, listen to me, while you're kissin' her cheek
And smearin' her lipstick, slip this in her drink
Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little b*t*h's earlobe
Yo, this girl's only fifteen years old
You shouldn't take advantage of her, it's not fair
Yo, look at her bush, does it got hair? (Uh-huh)
F**k this b*t*h right here on the spot, bare
'Til she pa**es out and she forgot how she got there
Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie Kids?
No, but I seen the p***o with Sun Doobiest
Sh*t, you wanna get hauled off to jail?
Man, f**k that, hit that sh*t raw dog, then bail

Alright, calm down, relax, start breathin'
F**k that sh*t, you just caught this b*t*h cheatin'
While you at work, she's with some dude tryna get off
F**k slittin' her throat, cut this b*t*h's head off
Wait, what if there's an explanation for this sh*t?
What, she tripped, fell, landed on his d**k?
Tsh, alright, Shady, maybe he's right, Grady
But think about the baby before you get all crazy
Okay, thought about it? Still wanna stab her?
Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her?
That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard
You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped Dee Barnes?
What you say?
What's wrong? Didn't think I'd remember?
I'ma kill you, motherf**ker
Uh-uh, temper, temper
Mr. Dre, Mr. N.W.A, Mr. AK
Comin' straight outta Compton, y'all better make way
How in the f**k you gonna tell this man not to be violent?
'Cause he don't need to go the same route that I went
Been there, done that
Aw, f**k it, what am I sayin'?
Shoot 'em both, Grady, where's your gun at?

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