Ego
Dr. Rage & The Uppercuts Lyrics


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I got mo' class than most of 'em, ran wit' the best of 'em
Forgave the less of 'em and blazed at the rest of 'em
What can I say? Cal-i-for-ni-A
Where niggas die everyday 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 wit' 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 swoll 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 everytime I pose for pictures
I own acres, floor seats watchin' The Lakers
I'm cool with eses who got AK's in cases

Dedicated to all of those with big ego's
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 ego's
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

I bust a Mr. Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie
Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin' hoes at movies
Passin' by with uzis - and who you aimin' at?
That shady bitch and that bitch nigga that was claimin' that
Rat-tat-tat-tat {*automatic gunfire and screaming*}
I don't sympathize for wack hoes and wimpy guys
You got to recognize Hitman is a enterprise
Cali pride, born to ride and South Centralized
The Henny got me energized - smoke the guys
Tryin' to 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, Hitman 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 snootiest snooze, Cabos
Pop coochie 'til the nut oozes, you shouldn't fuck wit' crews
That's sick, Aftermath cause we rule shit
I'm Big Hit, don't confuse me wit' no other by the flow, motherfucker

Dedicated to all of those with big ego's
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 ego's
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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Dr. Rage & The Uppercuts's song Ego portrays a sense of superiority and power. The first verse speaks about the singer's class and association with powerful people, but also about his ability to forgive and be aggressive towards his enemies. The mention of California and the everyday danger of death due to words spoken reflects the harsh reality of gang culture. The second verse further emphasizes the singer's power, with the mention of gun-toting and the willingness to use it. The chorus is an ode to big egos, with a boastful mention of sipping on Moet and women and men playing the song in their luxury cars.


The lyrics speak to the ego associated with gang culture, with the singer portraying a sense of fearlessness and strength. The use of guns and violence, as well as the mention of drugs and luxury, all contribute to the notion of power and control. The chorus's repetition of the line dedicated to all those with big egos further emphasizes the idea of superiority and exclusivity. The song's intense beat further enhances the aggressive tone.


Line by Line Meaning

I got mo' class than most of 'em, ran wit' the best of 'em
I have more elegance than most people and associated with the finest ones.


Forgave the less of 'em and blazed at the rest of 'em
I forgave some while others got their punishment.


What can I say? Cal-i-for-ni-A
What could I tell? California.


Where n***as die everyday over some shit they say
California is a place where people get killed daily for their words.


Disconnected from the streets forever
I no longer have any connections with the streets.


As long as I got a Beretta, n***a, I'm down for whateva
I'm ready to do anything with my Beretta at hand.


I roll wit' my shit off safety - for n***as that been hatin' me lately
I keep my gun on my hand but without the safety on so that I can use it quickly against those who hate me.


And the bitches that wanna break me
Also, for the women who want to bring me down.


If Cali blew up, I'd be in the Aftermath
If California exploded, I would still be in the Aftermath recording company.


Bumpin' gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash
I would still listen to gangsta rap and ready to do anything for money.


Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C., to D.P.G
I respect and listen to the music of Eazy-E, D.O.C, and D.P.G (artists).


Started from that S.O.B., D.R.E
The record company started with D.R.E's (Dr. Dre) album Straight Outta Compton.


Like Dub-C I'm rich rollin', pistol holdin'
Like Dub-C I'm rich and have my pistol with me all the time.


Pockets swoll n***a, that's how I'm rollin'
I have lots of money in my pockets and am living a great life.


Put the flame to the killer n***a
I killed someone and set them on fire.


Worldwide homicide mob figure in the building, for real
I am a global murder-in-charge present at the scene, for real.


I'm hittin' switches, makin' bitches eat bitches
I'm making girls fight and eat each other.


See me grab my d**k everytime I pose for pictures
I grab my crotch every time someone takes a picture of me.


I own acres, floor seats watchin' The Lakers
I own many acres of land and have floor seats to watch The Lakers (basketball team).


I'm cool with eses who got AK's in cases
I am pleased to be familiar with people who have AK's (guns) in cases.


Dedicated to all of those with big ego's
This song is for people with big egos.


Never fakin', we get the dough and live legal
We never fake and earn our money legally.


Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' and yank the heezos
Haters hate us for our success, but we drink Moet (champagne) and have girls.


N***as play this in their Rovers Jeeps and Regals
Men play this song in their Range Rovers, Jeeps, and Buick Regals.


I bust a Mr. Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie
I punch someone and slash another with a marijuana joint.


Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin' hoes at movies
On Tuesdays, I'm showing off by crashing and being rude to women in the cinema.


Passin' by with uzis - and who you aimin' at?
I pass by holding a uzi (gun) - who are you trying to shoot?


That shady b***h and that b***h n***a that was claimin' that
The person I'm shooting at is the shady woman and that man who claimed something about me.


Rat-tat-tat-tat {*automatic gunfire and screaming*}
Sound of continuous automatic gunfire and screaming.


I don't sympathize for wack hoes and wimpy guys
I have no sympathy for stupid women and weak men.


You got to recognize Hitman is a enterprise
You must understand that I'm a business and will do whatever it takes to succeed.


Cali pride, born to ride and South Centralized
I take pride in being a native of California and being from South Central.


The Henny got me energized - smoke the guys
Hennessy (brandy) makes me feel good, and I smoke my enemies.


Tryin' to focus on mines - poke they eyes out
I am working to make money and will harm anyone who interrupts me.


I'm L.A.'s loc'est - hope they don't have to find out the hard way
I am the most famous person in L.A. and hope they don't find out the hard way.


Like snitch n***as in the pen that get
Just like the snitches in jail.


Hit when the guards look the other way
They get beaten when the guards are not looking.


We hittin' HARD, Hitman and Dre
Dr. Dre and I are hitting hard together.


You playin' games, I suggest you know the rules
You're trying to cheat me, and I suggest you should know the rules.


We puttin' guns to fools, make you run yo' jewels
We are pointing our guns at foolish people, making them run their jewelry and money.


Take yo' honey and cruise to the snootiest snooze, Cabos
We will take your girlfriend to the most expensive vacation resort in Cabo San Lucas.


Pop coochie 'til the nut oozes, you shouldn't f*** wit' crews
We will have sex until they reach orgasm, and you should not mess with us.


That's sick, Aftermath cause we rule shit
That's so awesome, Aftermath records rules everything.


I'm Big Hit, don't confuse me wit' no other by the flow, motherf***ker
I'm Big Hit, and you shouldn't confuse me with anyone else because of my rap style.




Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: ANDRE YOUNG, BRIAN BAILEY, MELVIN BRADFORD, R BEMBRY, SCOTT STORCH, TRACY CURRY

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