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The Next Episode Lyrics

by Dr Dre

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The Next Episode” is a song by Dr Dre. This page features time-synced lyrics that highlight each line as the song plays — press play to sing along in real time. The lyrics contain 53 lines.

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La-da-da-da-dah

It's the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg!)

La-da-da-da-dah

You know I'm mobbin' with the D-R-E, yeah, yeah, yeah

You know who's back up in this motherfucker

(What? What? What? What?)

So blaze the weed up then (Blaze it up, blaze it up)

Just blaze that shit up, nigga

Yeah, 'sup, Snoop?

Top Dogg, bite 'em all, nigga, burn the shit up

D-P-G-C, my nigga, turn that shit 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 niggas, drug dealers, yeah, they givin' it up

Lowlife, yo' life, boy, we livin' it up

Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party for sure

Slipped my ho a forty-fo' when she got in the back do'

Bitches lookin' at me strange, but you know I don't care

Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin' my hair

Bitch, quit talkin', Crip walk if you down with the set

Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope on this jet

Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap

And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch, shut yo' trap

Come back, get back, that's the part of success

If you believe in the X, you'll be relievin' your stress

♪ ♪ ♪

La-da-da-da-dah

It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E (Dr. Dre, motherfucker!)

La-da-da-da-dah

You know I'm mobbin' with the D-O-double-G

Straight off the fuckin' streets of C-P-T

King of the beats, you ride to 'em in your Fleet (Fleetwood)

Or Coupe DeVille rollin' on dubs

How you feel? Whoopty whoop, nigga what?

Dre and Snoop chronic'd out in the 'llac

With D.O.C. in the back, sippin' on 'gnac (Yeah)

Clip in the strap, dippin' through hoods (What hood?)

Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood

South Central out to the West Side, it's California Love

♪ ♪ ♪

This California bud got a nigga gang of pub

I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club

With my jeans on, and my team strong

Get my drink on and my smoke on

Then go home with somethin' to poke on ('Sup bitch?)

Loc, it's on for the two-triple-oh

Comin' real, it's the next episode

Hold up, hey

For my niggas who be thinkin' we soft, we don't play

We gonna rock it 'til the wheels fall off

Hold up, hey

For my niggas who be actin' too bold, take a seat

Hope you ready for the next episode

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Smoke weed every day

♪ ♪ ♪

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La-da-da-da-dah It's the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg!) La-da-da-da-dah You know I'm mobbin' with the D-R-E, yeah, yeah, yeah You know who's back up in this motherfucker (What? What? What? What?) So blaze the weed up then (Blaze it up, blaze it up) Just blaze that shit up, nigga Yeah, 'sup, Snoop? Top Dogg, bite 'em all, nigga, burn the shit up D-P-G-C, my nigga, turn that shit 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 niggas, drug dealers, yeah, they givin' it up Lowlife, yo' life, boy, we livin' it up Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party for sure Slipped my ho a forty-fo' when she got in the back do' Bitches lookin' at me strange, but you know I don't care Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin' my hair Bitch, quit talkin', Crip walk if you down with the set Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope on this jet Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch, shut yo' trap Come back, get back, that's the part of success If you believe in the X, you'll be relievin' your stress La-da-da-da-dah It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E (Dr. Dre, motherfucker!) La-da-da-da-dah You know I'm mobbin' with the D-O-double-G Straight off the fuckin' streets of C-P-T King of the beats, you ride to 'em in your Fleet (Fleetwood) Or Coupe DeVille rollin' on dubs How you feel? Whoopty whoop, nigga what? Dre and Snoop chronic'd out in the 'llac With D.O.C. in the back, sippin' on 'gnac (Yeah) Clip in the strap, dippin' through hoods (What hood?) Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood South Central out to the West Side, it's California Love This California bud got a nigga gang of pub I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club With my jeans on, and my team strong Get my drink on and my smoke on Then go home with somethin' to poke on ('Sup bitch?) Loc, it's on for the two-triple-oh Comin' real, it's the next episode Hold up, hey For my niggas who be thinkin' we soft, we don't play We gonna rock it 'til the wheels fall off Hold up, hey For my niggas who be actin' too bold, take a seat Hope you ready for the next episode Hey, hey, hey, hey Smoke weed every day
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