Syllables Lyrics - Dr. Dre

It's not about lyrics anymore, it's about a hot beat and a catchy hook 

If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it 

Then so be it 

.Cause nowadays these kids, jeez 

All they wanna hear is a beat and that's it 

Long as they can go to the club and get blitz 

Pick up some chicks and get some digits 

And the DJ's playing them hits 

Oh, this my jam, this my shit 

We don't know a word to a verse, 

All we know is the chorus 

'Cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us 

And the songs ginormous, the whole formula's switched 

'Cause we don't know anymore, what are hits 

Is it the beat, is it the rap? 

Is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap? 

And how do we adapt and get TRL votes 

When 13 year olds control the remote 

And Ashley's got a brand new nose 

We gotta put some new emphasis on our syllables 

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If the emphasis on the compact disc isn't the beat 

Than I'm gonna feature EM and get rich 

And let Dre mix the shit and drive off in the Range Ro 

'Cause everywhere I go they love the bling bling flow 

Bang bang look at the way my chain glow 

The ring on my fing' cost Jermaine a lot of dough, oh 

The fuck am I busting my brain for? 

It's just the way the game go, oh, it takes 2 to tango 

You call this a lame flow 

You bought the shit 

I guess you to blame too 

I just found the angle 

No more reality flow 

I'm tryna time my album dropping with a reality show 

Cock the Mac 11 in front of Hot 97 

And call my publicist, tell her, "We're in press heaven" 

No one gives a shit except some kids who just got into sex on the Internet 

So you want the chat room or the house of Malibu, Em? 

Your emphasis is on the wrong syllable 

They said 30's the new 20 

Funny, must mean 40's the new 30 

Interesting 'cause ever since then it's been innocence 

An extension for veteran rappers that are better than half 

Of the shit coming out right now 

It's all trash 

The torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed 

Jay said it's his last and 50 and Em 

Then what? Detox drops what we got then 

So now our whole camps is running around scrambling over what to do 

Gambling everytime we put a record out 

Just looking for that hook 

(Wait, Dre, look) 

Shorty I love you 

And you love me too 

We were meant to be 'cause shorty 

You love me 

And I love you too 

And I promise I'll be true to you 

Go shorty, it's your birthday 

You made it just in time to hear my wordplay 

It's the kid that flip flows who used to flip O's 

And run G for days used to see how I get hoes 

I'm international, I get my dick licked round the globe 

I'm sick right into shows, riding on lolo's 

Puffing on coco, my bitch in Manolo's 

Don't fuck with the dodo's, that's slang for dumb hoes 

I playing, I ain't got time to joke, joke 

You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked lock, 

It's not a game, me B, I ain't playing 

Beat behind me playing, so you ain't hear anyway 

You don't hear what I'm saying 

Me fin-nini-na 

Fee-fi-dididee-yay 

Just give me my check and I'll be on my way 

Sunny bunny money and funny 

You ain't even listening and I just took your money 

There once was a time everywhere he turned 

Shady aftermath was all you heard 

But they say 50 sang too much 

And Em got soft 

And they say Dre just fell the fuck off 

Well, fuck the "Fuck off"s 

All y'all eat salt, be mad, we bad fresh up outta the vault, oh! 

New syllables eat ball, you fucks off's 

Your house, your bitch I'm getting sucked off 

East, south, midwest, even up north 

Falling victim to wax, spitting, bring out the white chalk 

All for the gingerbread, we get it and get lost 

Catch me if you can, I'm running past while y'all walk 

Shady made me for bringing it back 

For the history of rap 

It's gone with a snap, a sneer and a clap 

What happened to just spitting about living in the motherfucking city you at 

In the grimiest condition, I breath in drama 

King Mathers and Cash me, that's freak karma 

I'm everything, anything, you could never be 

It's a hitting, rhyme in the month deep 

I speak with a piece, no peace on my mind 

I repeat every evil deed done of mine 

No rest contest, contract to sign 

By blood I'm in this squad for life 

Hear out my wind pipes and I just chime 

I'm the reason you guys won't say that line 

I'm crazy renegade like Em and Jay-Z 

I'm Rosemary's baby, I want you to hate me 

Shorty I love you 

And you love me too 

We were meant to be cause shorty 

You love me 

And I love you too 

And I promise I'll be true to you 

It is not about lyrics anymore, 

It is not about lyrics anymore 

It's about a hot beat, a hot beat 

It's about a hot beat, a hot beat 

A hot, hot, hot beat 

And a catchy hook 

A hot, hot, hot beat 

And a catchy hook 

Nobody gives a damn about them syllables, sillyle-ables, whatever they are 

I don't care if you gotta rhyme smo, joe, toe and glow 

Now get out there and sell some god-damn records