Yo, Dre back with the thunder, bass knockin’ walls under
Mic in my grip, make the whole block wonder
Ringin’, stingin’—every eardrum’s swingin’
808s spin like rims, chrome gleamin’
I drop one note, watch the neighborhood quote
Echo so loud, set alarms off the moat
Hands high, palms lit, bounce to the static
Heads still ringin’—that’s West Coast magic