It’s so on, let the love flow on,
because I need somethin’ to go off on.
The mothahuggin’ D-R-E servin’ an honest wish,
so I’m a tell you like this:
Early in the morning hop into the B-N-Z,
I got forty-four wayz of gettin’ paid
written down, as I look at my day planner.
Off to skoop up Ren, I hear hugz -
one, two, three – then I see my buddy
hop in de Benz, it was Ren after his doctors appointment.
He got in the Benz and said,
“Dre, I was speakin’ Dr. O’shey”
And as we roll on, it was hard to keep my stroll on,
so I parked the car, and we hugged.
Ren was diagnosed with cancer, yo,
so I gave him some funky love from the D.O.C.
“I gotta get treatment, treatment in a hurry see,
I gotta have chemo until I’m healed fully.”
I start hopin’, makin’ sure my prayers is steady bumpin’.
Cancer, ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN’.