🎵 Big Ego’s // by Dr. Dre

115 ContributorsTranslationsTürkçe Big Ego’s Lyrics Big Ego’s appears as track 5 on Dr. Dre’s 2001. The song features Hittman on the second verse. Lyrics for Dr. Dre’s verse were written by The D.O.C., hook and 2nd verse written and performed by Hittman. [Spoken Intro] Los Angeles Approach Control This is Cessna 0281-Echo-119.3, over Cessna 81-Echo, Los Angeles Approach Control, roger, go ahead Cessna 81-Echo is over the Compton Airport, 5-2 at 5000 Requesting ground controlled approach To the Los Angeles Airport, over 81-Echo, Los Angeles approach controlled, roger Radar identification; turn right, heading 0-3-0 [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] I got mo' class than most of 'em, ran with the best of 'em Forgave the less of 'em and blazed at the rest of 'em What can I say? Cali-for-ni-a Where niggas die every day over some shit they say Disconnected from the streets forever As long as I got a Beretta, nigga, I'm down for whatever I roll with my shit off safety, for niggas that been hatin' me lately And the bitches that wanna break me If Cali blew up, I'd be in the Aftermath Bumpin' gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash 'Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C., to DPG Started from that S.O.B., D-R-E Like Dub-C, I'm rich rollin', pistol holdin' Pockets swole, nigga, that's how I'm rollin' Put the flame to the killer, nigga Worldwide homicide mob figure in the building, for real I'm hittin' switches, makin' bitches eat bitches See me grab my dick every time I pose for pictures I own acres, floor seats watchin' the Lakers I'm cool with éses who got AK's in cases [Chorus: Hittman] Dedicated to all of those with big egos Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the Heezos Niggas play this in their Rovers, Jeeps, and Regals Dedicated to all of those with big egos Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the Heezos Bitches play this in their Benzes, Jeeps, and Geos [Verse 2: Hittman] I'll bust a Mr. Toughy, slash a Smoovy Doovy Crashin' Flex on Tuesdays, harassin' hoes at movies Passin' by with Uzis, like who you aiming at? That shady bitch and that bitch nigga that was claimin' that Rat-a-tat-tat [Automatic gunfire, screaming, followed by tires peeling] I don't sympathize for wack hoes and wimpy guys You gotta recognize Hittman is an enterprise Cali pride, Bronson rider, South Central-ised The Henny got me energized, smoke the guys Tryna focus on mines, poke they eyes out, I'm L.A.'s loc'est Hope they don't have to find out the hard way Like snitch niggas in the pen that get hit when the guards look the other way We hittin' hard – Hittman and Dre You playin' games? I suggest you know the rules We puttin' guns to fools, make you run yo' jewels Take yo' honey and cruise to the Snooty and snooze Cop booze, pop coochie 'til the nut oozes You shouldn't fuck with crews this sick The Aftermath is we rule shit I'm Big Hitt, don't confuse me with no other 'Bout to blow, motherfucker [Chorus: Hittman] Dedicated to all of those with big egos Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the Heezos Niggas play this in their Rovers, Jeeps, and Regals Dedicated to all of those with big egos Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the Heezos Bitches play this in their Benzes, Jeeps, and Geos [Outro: Hittman] You look like A.C. Green, bitch, don't call here anymore With feet like Ben Vereen's, bitch, don't call here anymore No no, no no What up? It's Hittman I ain't at the crib right now So you can leave your name and number after the beep Unless it's Tammie's ugly ass – I ain't fuckin' with you