Dr. Dre – Big Egos (ft. Hittman) (Audio, Lyrics)

Throwback to Dr. Dre’s “Big Egos” track featuring Hittman. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Scott Storch, Dr. Dre & Mel-Man.

Dr. Dre Big Egos

Twenty-one years ago, Dr. Dre came through and delivered what may very well be the greatest hip-hop album of all time, 2001. True, such a claim is certainly debatable, but few can argue that it doesn’t deserve inclusion in the conversation. Boasting no shortage of classic singles, 2001 remains a consistent listen from start-to-finish, thanks in large part to deeper cuts like the Hittman-assisted “Big Egos.” Boasting one of Dr. Dre’s most haunting beats of all time, the chilling piano-driven classic finds both emcees holding it down with some appropriately menacing bars.

“Disconnected from the streets forever,” raps Dre. “As long as I got a Beretta, ni*ga, I’m down for whatever / I roll with my shit off safety, for ni*gas that been hatin’ me lately / and the bitches that wanna break me.” His quiet intensity is matched by Hittman’s more exuberant brand of psychopathy, and the Doc’s former protege makes his presence felt in a hailstorm of bullets. “Passin’ by with Uzis, like who you aiming at?
That shady bitch and that bitch ni*ga that was claimin’ that,” he raps, his bars emphasized by the sounds of a violent massacre. “I don’t sympathize for wack hoes and wimpy guys / You gotta recognize Hittman is an enterprise.”

Dr. Dre – Big Egos (ft. Hittman) (prod. Scott Storch, Dr. Dre & Mel-Man)

Lyrics

[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 whateva
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 D.P.G
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 eses 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 & snooze, cop booze
Pop coochie ’til the nut oozes, you shouldn’t fuck with crews
That’s 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 AC 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