# Setlist

"The Next Episode" (Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg)

"California Love" (Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg)

"In Da Club" (50 Cent)

"Family Affair" (Mary J. Blige)

"No More Drama" (Mary J. Blige)

"m.A.A.d City" (Kendrick Lamar)

"Alright" (Kendrick Lamar)

"Forgot About Dre" (Dr. Dre and Eminem)

"Lose Yourself" (Eminem and Anderson .Paak on drums)

"I Ain't Mad At Cha" (instrumental interlude) (Dr. Dre)

"Still D.R.E." (Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Kendrick Lamar, Eminem, Mary J. Blige, and 50 Cent)

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["The Next Episode" — Dr. Dre feat. Snoop Dogg]

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre]

La-da-da-da-dah

It's the one and only D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg!)

La-da-da-da-dah

You know I'm mobbin' with the D-R-E (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Y'all know what this is, but can y'all make some noise for my man, Snoop Dogg? Come on, now, louder, louder!

[Verse: Snoop Dogg]

Top Dogg, bite 'em all, yeah I'm burning it up

D-P-G-C, go ahead and turn it on up

C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah, we hookin' back up

And when they bang this in the club, baby, you got to get up

Thug homies, drug homies, yeah, they givin' it up

Lowlife, yo' life, boy, we givin' it up

Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party for sure

Slipped my girl a forty-fo' when she crept in the back do'

This chick is lookin' at me strange, but you know I don't care

Step up in this mother- just a-swangin' my hair

Trick, quit talkin', Crip walk if you down with the set

Take a bullet with some - and take this dope on this jet

Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap

And if you happen to get cracked—shut yo' trap

Come back, get back, that's the part of success

If you believe in the S, you'll be relievin' your stress

[Musical Interlude with elements of "Nuthin' but a "G" Thang"]

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre]

La-da-da-da-dah

It's the one and only D-R-E (Dr. Dre, you little busters!)

La-da-da-da-dah

You know I'm riding with the D-O double G

West Coast make some noise!

["California Love" — Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg]

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]

Come on! Put your hands in the air

Everybody put your hands in the air

Come on! Everybody put your hands in the air

Put your hands way up in the air

[Verse: Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg]

Now, let me welcome everybody to the wild Wild West

A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness

The track hits your eardrum like a slug through your chest

Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex

We in that sunshine state where the bomb-ass hemp be

A place where you never find a dance floor empty

And pimps be on a mission for them greens

Lean mean money-making-machines servin' fiends

I been in the game for thirty years makin' rap tunes (Say what?) Ever since honeys was wearin' Sassoon Now it's '22, they clock me and watch me

Diamonds shinin', lookin' like I robbed Liberace

It's all good, from Diego to the Bay

Your city is the bomb if your city gettin' pay (So-Fi)

Throw up a finger if you feel the same way (Put your hands in the air!)

Dre puttin' it down for Californ-i-a (California, y'all!)

[Chorus: Roger Troutman]

California knows how to party

California knows how to party

["In Da Club" — 50 Cent]

[Intro]

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go shawty, it's your birthday

We gon' party like it's your birthday

And we gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday (birthday, birthday, birthday, birthday)

And you know we don't give a f-, it's not your birthday

[Chorus]

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub', mama

I got what you need if you need to feel the buzz

I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love

So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed

[Verse 1]

When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs

When I roll twenty deep, it's always drama in the club

Yeah they heard I- with Dre, now they wanna show me love

When you sell like Eminem you get plenty of groupie love

Look, homie, ain't nothin' changed: hoes down, G's up

I see Xzibit in the cut, hey man, roll that weed up! (Roll it!)

If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player or pimp

Been hit with a few shells, but I don't walk with a limp (I'm aight)

In the hood in L.A. they sayin', "50, you hot" (Uh-huh)

They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love Pac

But holla in New York, fo' sho they'll tell you I'm loco (Yeah)

And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (Uh-huh)

I'm fully focused, man, my money on my mind

Got a mil' out the deal and I'm still on the grind (Woo)

Now Shorty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow (Uh-huh)

Her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go (Okay)

[Chorus]

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub', mama

I got what you need if you need to feel the buzz

I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love

So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed

You can find me in the club

["Family Affair" — Mary J. Blige]

[Chorus]

Let's get it crunk up on

Have fun up on up in this dancery

We got y'all open, now ya floatin'

So you gots to dance for me

[Verse 1]

Come on, everybody, get on up

'Cause you know we gots to get it crunk

Mary J. is in the spot tonight

And I'ma make it feel alright (Make it feel alright)

Come on, baby, just party with me

Let loose and set your body free (Oh)

Leave your situations at the door

But when you step inside, jump on the floor

[Chorus]

Let's get it crunk up on (Let's get crunk up on)

Have fun up on up in this dancery

We got y'all open, now ya floatin'

So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration

Holleration in this dancery (Holler, holler, holler)

Let's get it percolatin', while you're waitin'

So just dance for me (We don't need no haters)

["No More Drama" — Mary J Blige]

[Verse 1]

Broken heart again

Another lesson learn

You better know your friends

Or else you will get burned

Gotta count on me

'Cause I can guarantee that I'll be fine

[Chorus]

(No more pain) No more pain, no more pain, yo (No more pain)

No more games messin' with my mind (No drama)

No more, no more (No more in my life), no more, no more

No more, no more, no more

(No more drama) No more

I'm tired of, I want this drama (No more drama)

Go ahead, go ahead and

(No more drama) You demons get up out of my face

(No more drama) Go get out of my-

(No more drama) I'm about to lose my mind

Ahhh!

No more (No more drama)

No more drama (No more drama)

No more, no more (No more drama), he-eh-eh-eh-aye!

No more, no more drama

I need a peace of mind, I need a peace of mind

No more

[Interlude: "m.A.A.d City" — Kendrick Lamar]

[Intro Sample: Kendrick Lamar and ScHoolboy Q]

If Pirus and Crips all got along

They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song

Seem like the whole city go against me

Every time I'm in the street, I hear— Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!

Man down, where you from? (Brr!)

—who you know, where you from? (Brr!)

Where your grandma stay, huh, my—? (Uh, uh)

This mad city I run— (Uh, uh) (Brr-brr-brr-brrt!)

(Rhythmic Vocalizing)

["Alright" — Kendrick Lamar]

[Intro]

Alls my life, I has to fight

Alls my life, I—

Hard times like, "Yah!"

Bad trips like, "Yah!"

Nazareth

I'm on one, you on one

God got us, we gon' be alright, ho!

[Chorus]

We gon' be alright (Ahh)

We gon' be alright (Oh)

We gon' be alright

Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright

Huh?

We gon' be alright (Huh?)

We gon' be alright

Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be al—

[Verse]

Uh, and when I wake up

I recognize you're looking at me for the pay stub

But homicide looking at you from the face down

MAC-11 even boom with the bass down

Schemin'—let me tell you 'bout my life

Painkillers only put me in the twilight

Where pretty, uh, uh, is the highlight

Now tell my momma I love her, but this what I like, Lord knows

Twenty of 'em in my Chevy, tell 'em all to come and get me

Reaping everything I sow, karma coming heavy

No preliminary hearing on my record

Tell 'em I'm a gangster in silence for the record, uh

Tell the world I think I've gone cray

Drown inside my vices all day

Won't you please believe when I—

Won't you please believe when I—

[Pre-Chorus]

Wouldn't you know

We been hurt, down before

Ah, when our pride was low

Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go?" Ah and we hate— Wanna kill us dead in the street fo sho'

Ah, I'm at the preacher door

Knees gettin' weak, gun might blow

We gon' be al—(right)

[(Freestyle) — Kendrick Lamar]

[Interlude: Kendrick Lamar and (back-up dancers)]

35 summers in the making', stop fakin', you forgot about Dre (Alright) 35 summers in the makin', I'm talkin' N.W.A (Alright) 35 summers in the makin', stop fakin', you forgot about Dre (Alright) 35 summers in the makin', I'm talkin' N.W.A (Alright)

["Forgot About Dre" — Dr. Dre (feat. Eminem)]

[Chorus: Eminem]

Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say

But nothin' comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherf- act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say

But nothin' comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherf- act like they forgot about Dre

["Lose Yourself" — Eminem]

[Intro]

Whoa

If you had one shot

One opportunity

to seize everything you ever wanted

One moment

would you capture it?

Or just let it slip?

[Verse 1]

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti

He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready

To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting

What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud

He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out

He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now

The clock's run out, time's up, over—blaow!

Snap back to reality, ope, there goes gravity, ope

There goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad but he

won't give up that easy, no, he won't have it, he

Knows his whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter, he's

dope, he knows that but he's broke, he's so stagnant, he knows

When he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's

Back to the lab again yo, this old rhapsody

Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him, and

[Chorus]

You better lose yourself in the music

The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go!)

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo

You better lose yourself in the music

The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go!)

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better- (Lose yourself, lose yourself, lose yourself)

Los Angeles, make some noise!

You better lose yourself in the music

The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go!)

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo

You better lose yourself in the music

The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go!)

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better- (Lose yourself, lose yourself, lose yourself)

[" I Ain't Mad At Cha " — 2Pac]

[Instrumental Interlude]

["Still D.R.E." — Dr. Dre (feat. Snoop Dogg)]

[Intro: Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre]

Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E. (Check)

Guess who's back?

I see you still doin' it

Please make some noise for Dr. Dre!

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg]

It's still Dre Day (Ah?) AK (Aha!)

Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot

'Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock

You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block

Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off

How, homie, my last album was The Chronic?

They wanna know if he still got it

They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it

(If you ain't up on thangs)

Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game (Still)

Still puffin' my leaves, still touchin' the beats

Still not lovin' police

I still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease

I still got love for the streets, reppin' 213

Still the beats bang, still doin' my thang

Since I left, ain't too much changed (Still)

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre]

I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (And still)

Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl (And still)

takin' my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.

I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world (And still)

Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl (Still)

takin' my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.