Test
Dr.White Lyrics
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Ten bottles, teb bitches, go with my persona
Pull up in that Enzo then I do donuts
I'm that cool, cashews, make 'em all go nuts
(Baby got ass, I need me a shot of that
Lil mama get gangsta for me, stuff it in your Prada bag)
That's right, she's got something that I wanna see
That's right, so if she leave, she fucking with me
She wanna check, check this shit out like a verse coming
They rip their neck and run their mouth when they heard something
Dre dropped another one and fucked around and murdered something
Club filled with dead bodies
If not then you a zombie, I'm not gonna feel sorry
You pass out from it, get drunk, get blunted
Do what you wanna do, drug test on you
Lotta money when I talk
Big mills, big deals 'bout a hundred in a vault
Sit still, that real, lotta haters throw salt
They lost big Game give a fuck how you feel
I fear she just might just pop that pill
And feel on me all night till the tip spill
Tip scales with her waistline, sex with the bass line
She gon' fuck a snare drum one drink at a time
Blow right, hoes fight over my name
I got my dough right, hustle running all in my veins
It's forty days, forty nights if I'm making it rain
I reign supreme, a bottle and some bomb-ass weed and we good
If you got drugs in this motherfucker
Let me see your hands in the air
Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us
So let's get high off something
High of something, high of something
'til your mothafucking brain don't function
High of something, high of something
Fireworks when I spark, yellow tape
Lotta chalk thought you said you a boss
Big deal, bitch chill, pulling out that black card
Showin' off big spendin', letting alcohol spill
I feel she might just get too faded
X-rated that's what I like glad that you made it
To this ceremony at hand, take a sip lets plan
For the future, introduce you to Snoop get you right and
May I, kick a little something for G's and
Make a few ends as I breeze through?
The shit on my hip is a fucking preview
And guess what it lead to
If you got drugs in this motherfucker
Let me see your hands in the air
Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us
So let's get high off something
High of something, high of something
'til your mothafucking brain don't function
High of something, high of something
Yeah DJ Khalil lets go
The lyrics of the song "Test" by Dr. White convey a sense of hedonism and indulgence. The persona of the singer seems to be that of a wealthy individual who is interested only in partying, drinking, indulging in drugs and being surrounded by women. The lyrics suggest that the singer is having a great time doing whatever he wants, with no regard for anyone else. He is living life to the fullest and enjoying himself without any constraints. The singer also seems to have a slightly boastful tone of having plenty of money, enjoying his drugs, and womanizing. The lyrics are all about living a carefree lifestyle and celebrating the moment.
The song can be interpreted in different ways, but the common theme remains the same - to seize life and enjoy it to the fullest. The lyrics suggest that there is no point to life if we do not enjoy it with complete freedom. The lines "If you got drugs in this motherfucker, let me see your hands in the air" seem to be advocating for drug use, but it could also be the singer exalting his own drug use as a way of living life to the fullest. Ultimately, the song is a celebration of life and the will to be free.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm in this mothafucker doing what I wanna
I am in control and doing whatever I desire
Ten bottles, ten bitches, go with my persona
I have a certain image and a group of people surrounding me
Pull up in that Enzo then I do donuts
I display my wealth through my actions and possessions
I'm that cool, cashews, make 'em all go nuts
I have a certain charisma that attracts people and causes them to act irrationally
That's right, she's got something that I wanna see
There is a woman who has something desirable, and I want to see it
That's right, so if she leave, she fucking with me
If that woman leaves, she will be in a relationship with me
That's life, twerk something, work something, hurt something
It is a part of life to dance provocatively, work hard, and cause pain
She wanna check, check this shit out like a verse coming
That woman wants to experience what I am bringing, like a new verse in a song
They rip their neck and run their mouth when they heard something
People become intrigued and gossip when they hear something new or exciting
Dre dropped another one and fucked around and murdered something
Dr. Dre has released a new song that is so good it is as if he has committed a murder
Club filled with dead bodies
The club is full of lifeless, motionless bodies
If not then you a zombie, I'm not gonna feel sorry
If you are not dancing or enjoying yourself, you are like a mindless zombie
You pass out from it, get drunk, get blunted
You may become unconscious or heavily intoxicated from the activities in the club
Do what you wanna do, drug test on you
People are encouraged to do whatever they please, but they will be tested for drug use
Lotta money when I talk
I have a lot of wealth and resources
Big mills, big deals 'bout a hundred in a vault
I conduct large business transactions and have a hundred million dollars locked away
Sit still, that real, lotta haters throw salt
I am telling people to stay still and be themselves, while attracting hateful comments from others
They lost big Game give a fuck how you feel
My haters have lost out on major opportunities, and I don't care how they feel
I fear she just might just pop that pill
I am worried that a woman may choose to take drugs
And feel on me all night till the tip spill
That woman may touch me all night and be so into me that I climax
Tip scales with her waistline, sex with the bass line
Her body and my lust reacts to the rhythm of the music
She gon' fuck a snare drum one drink at a time
She may become so intoxicated that she would have sex with even the snare drum player, one drink at a time
Blow right, hoes fight over my name
I am so popular that women compete for my attention
I got my dough right, hustle running all in my veins
I am financially secure and always in the game
It's forty days, forty nights if I'm making it rain
I am constantly showering others with money and gifts
I reign supreme, a bottle and some bomb-ass weed and we good
I have ultimate control and satisfaction with a bottle and high-quality marijuana
Fireworks when I spark, yellow tape
My actions and presence invoke explosive reactions and caution
Lotta chalk thought you said you a boss
Despite your claims of being successful, you are being left with traces of failure
Big deal, bitch chill, pulling out that black card
I am taking money out from my prestigious black credit card and telling others to calm down and not worry
Showin' off big spendin', letting alcohol spill
I am flexing my wealth and luxury, taking the risk of wasting alcohol
I feel she might just get too faded
That woman may become too drunk and lose control
X-rated that's what I like glad that you made it
I enjoy explicit activity and am glad that the woman is present for it
To this ceremony at hand, take a sip lets plan
We are at this moment and at this event, let's drink and strategize
For the future, introduce you to Snoop get you right and
I will bring you into the future and introduce you to rapper Snoop Dogg to set you on a good path
May I, kick a little something for G's and
May I play some music for the gangsters (G's)
Make a few ends as I breeze through?
Can I make some money while I easily flow through?
The shit on my hip is a fucking preview
The gun on my hip is a display or preview of my power
And guess what it lead to
That display of power may lead to something unexpected
If you got drugs in this motherfucker
If you have drugs on you in this location
Let me see your hands in the air
Please raise your hands so that I can see who has them
Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us
There are drugs in the club, and women love and are drawn to it
So let's get high off something
Let's partake in drugs and become high
High of something, high of something
We will become high through some drug or substance
'til your mothafucking brain don't function
Until your brain stops functioning properly due to the high
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JAYCEON TAYLOR, CALVIN BROADUS, STANLEY BENTON, SYLVESTER JORDAN JR., BRIAN HONEYCUTT, JERMAINE COLE, EARL HAYES, KHALIL ABDUL RAHMAN, DANIEL TANNENBAUM, KENDRICK LAMAR
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Saraladevi Chadalavada
Simple explanation. Stay at home ,if you want to avoid this test
Swetha Jangili
True
shaik jareena
good message mam
k johnwesli
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