[Verse One: Sam Sneed (Dr. Dre)]
(I heard Sam was going solo) God damn, you didn`t know so,
well I can blast fast so freak an ill type of slow flow.
I`m hitting harder than Berry Boss so check the golden child,
throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild.
But truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off niggaz proper,
did dirt, did West cause I clown coppers (yeah).
Do hip-hop, rap, compose `em most, I couldn`t see me,
mad advanced and my skills are all about the dollar bills.
From Pittsburgh to Cali dropping bombs like that,
was on the D.L. with the squad so I couldn`t hold it back.
Black, I regulate I buzz a big gate figure,
mobbing with the ill nigga, with his finger on a bigger trigger.
Serving all (saps), hitting sevens on the (simps),
making do`, eating shrimps, locing with some real pimps (yeah).
So peep game, best believe I love my peeps
that`s why I make the type of music you can pump in your jeeps
(that`s right).
So buck my sound, I put it down for the underground,
I got the women cause I`m slamming, jamming.
Got it going on this time for this new producer to rise,
so open your eyes, I think you better recognize.
[Hook: Dr. Dre (Sam Sneed)]
Once again it`s the man with the masterplan,
they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [2x]
[Verse Two: Sam Sneed (Dr. Dre)]
I remember days on the blocks where I slang slung played punk cops
and mad props cause I ran with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi`s I made G`s (say what?),
them build up enough Luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own to pulling capers
I`m a sneaky slick nigga, I never had to pull the trigger (right).
I mack, and on top and that I`m used to staying wicked with just 24-7,
you can ask my ex-hooker.
But now I`m on some new improved shit,
making hits, stacking chips, now everything`s legitimate.
I flipped the scrip a long time ago, on the five-o,
when I had to scope with this new way to make my cash flow (uhm).
Yes indeedy, I wasn`t greedy, got my niggaz out the gutter,
now they`re rolling with the Sam Sneezy.
Hip hop fanatic causing static in the industry,
these whack creators, I call `em imitators (ah yeah).
Been trying to see me, but see I`m unexplainetory,
with the fame and glory, that`s why I gotta tell my story.
With no disguise, a lot of niggaz despise,
because I`m on an uprise, so I think you better recognize.
[Hook: Dr. Dre (Sam Sneed)]
Once again it`s the man with the masterplan,
they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [2x]
(Think you better recognize) [2x]
[Verse Three: Sam Sneed (Dr. Dre)]
Well I`m back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy,
so fire up a blunt let`s have an end of the sanity.
Crazy shot outs giving pounds to all my niggaz,
hitting all the hookers by the dozen, cause they dig us (trick).
Fuck what you`ve heard, recognize what you be seeing,
it`s time to earn truth to the game human being.
I`m that little bass nigga trying to get mine, fuck a nine,
cause I`ll incline with the mastermind.
I got my crew in my corner so I can`t loose,
cause I`m paying mad douze in this record biz, I don`t snooze.
And suckers be popping at those idiotic egosytible type of flimflam,
I can`t be faded Sam-am.
Playing with the hustlers never dealing with the knucklehead bollers,
cause boys play with toys and scholars play with dollars.
I`m a mack of my own right, plus my game is tight,
baby get it right, I ain`t the one, so take flight.
Bitches give my mad rep, nothing but the brazen off tempo,
thinking they can get my loot, I never trip to knock the boots.
I gotta be wise, when time to dip between the thies,
all eyes on the price, so I think you better recognize.
[Hook: Dr. Dre: (Sam Sneed)]
Once again it`s the man with the masterplan,
they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [2x]
Once again it`s the man with the masterplan,
they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) [2x]
