DR. DRE - Split Personality lyrics

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Yeah, I'm just sittin' in the lab, I'm...

My name is Dr. Dre, and

I want all you mothafuckers out there to know

That I have a split personality

And sometimes it just makes me do these things, you know

Ha ha, you know, hell yeah...

Mr. Ski nigga

I'm takin' over shit Dre

Diagnosis, multiple personality disorder

A modern day Jekyll and Hyde in a lac versus manslaughter

I took a swig of the potion and it sent me coastin'

With visions of my alter ego hittin' three wheel motion

"Is it Dre, is it Dre"

No that Ski in a purple 6-tray G.T.A.

Killin' any mothafucker walkin'

And all these niggaz in these magazines that keep on talkin'

Don't get twisted, I been there, I done that

But Ski's out of control a maniac

He just show me that he got my back "I just show him I got your back"

See, in the light of day, I'm straight

I'm Dr. Dre, but after stroke of mid night

I'm Mr. Ski A.K.A. Dooms Day

Concocted the shit up in my lab

With Mr. Ski up in my head, bringin' on the Aftermath

You can see the stars runnin' from the sky

Tryin' to get away from Dr. Dre and Mr. S-K-I

It's Mr. Ski and Dr. Dre, can't stop this maniacal individual

Testosterone level, with 7.0 on your digital

I'm tryin' to take over shit like Buddy-love

But this professor ain't nutty and he can't do what Eddie Murphy does I was the madness that brought on Dre Day

Except this time Dr. Dres, the one whos gonna pay

I dropped his bloodstream, hit his brain and shed it off

And have them slangin' guns to them females who set it off

I do dirt, inside of his body and break free

Witnesses saw Dr. Dre but it was really Mr. Ski

You might think it's insane, but it's a clever scheme

Dre don't know shit, he wake up in the morning thinkin' it was a dream

Put his ass to sleep and soak his game up

Steady mobbin', hopin' to get this mothafucker brained up

I can't stop till I succeed, and I can break free

No longer Dr. Dre, nigga it's Mr. Ski

I start shakin'

Test tubes and bottles start breakin'

My alter ego starts overtakin'

Insanely spinnin' around like the mask

Tossin' that shit up off like a twister

No longer, the docter im Mister "Ski"

I can't hold it back

I'm trapped behind the walls of my brains, tryin' to count a rack

"even though tryin' to fight"

My vocal tone ignited into a loud scream "how high"

It's time to get the fuck up off, yeah

I'm on the loose like 2Pac I'm juiced

God bless the dead

But I'm already dead from trauma to the head

I'm a verbal Manslaughter on the Mic

Bumpin' in your trunk, shatterin' your glass from the street life

Nobody wants to play with me so I'm drillin' them

I'll be back like Swords nigga, so I can finish killin' them

If you want music to drive-By

Torment minds like yours and Dr. Dre

But all I think about is S-K-I