Search results for doctor in the house by bob p 366490

We've found 34 lyrics, 100 artists, and 100 albums matching doctor in the house by bob p 366490:



ever miss your
House in the country and your
Hot little mama too?
Don't you better get a
Shot from the doctor what the
Road Ladies do to you?

I
Hello hello, may I speak to the E?

This is me, is this the doctor M.D.?
Yo P it's kinda early, who's there Laverner and Shirley?
Is it Kate
I'm getting put out of my house
I got to pack up, my refrigerator and couch
It's a set up, but the bank wants me out
Or the L.A.P.D. will smoke me
Munroe,
 In the P.A.V.O?
 He was tallish and mentally dim.
 The talk of heredity can't be quite true,
 He was dropped on his head by his ayah at two,
[Voice in Background] 

Look at the little porch monkeys  fuckin jiggaboo 



[Master P talking] 

My ancestor Kunta Kinte said 

We come
going to kill you

Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
you b****es from by me
When I hit every piece of ya visible body he leakin'
Mortimer is no longer leapin' he sleepin'
While you p**** n****s is
the whole damn world
We gangsterous!
Bitches on niggas, let them think they got game
We sent them hoes, them hoes know Bob by they name
We put the P's in
Illuminated by the hand of God, boy don't seem shy
(I love myself)
One day at a time, uhh

And when they say it's a war outside, bomb in the street
Gun in
by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor
jet because she was ready for the jim
Browski I doubt thee e would front
So like a real stunt, I rolled the blunt
She was ready, I could see in her face
the P.I.
And I'm stayin true, born in this game and it's payin too
I wish I could have stayed witchu
But it's over, I love you and I still care
We can
having headaches and pink slips in my locker. My agenda needs a walker. 
(Hey) It's better than Cats!
See a grown-ass-man decay to red worm food in house
And I'm rollin wit a gang
And I'm rollin wit a gang
Yes, I'm rollin wit a gang
Rollin wit a gang

The D-O-V-E pro shack is in the house wit
unemployed nigga
I should own a fly bitch house and a Benz
But I got chickenheads criminals and broke friends
That love to get ends, keep the seventeens
need a scale
Back in high school I used to be the weedman
Quarter ounces, half ounces, what you need, man
Eleventh grade, made my way up to a P, man
need a scale
Back in high school I used to be the weedman
Quarter ounces, half ounces, what you need, man
Eleventh grade, made my way up to a P, man
Crip? Nah it`s that white widow
I was about to say cause they`d botha have your ass 
up in the hospital, check it out
I don`t need no doctor, I don`t
Young Nino, f-ck a b**** in a peacoat
Carlito, Scarface, Al Pacino
Bun B do, p-mp c, arpedo
I goes deep in that p****, Dan Marino
She wanna be
somebody by their steering wheel
'Cause you know that mother fucker in that Ford Taurus
Could be the next mother fucker in that new Porsche
But like I
three nuns in a train in Darjeeling
 By stripping and waving his lance!
 D'you remember Munroe,
 In the P.A.V.O?
 He was tallish and mentally dim.
my mama to her room and let the doctor do his thing
Was a whole lotta blood, yeah I was born in it
Gang banging my family got torn in it, all over
need a scale
Back in high school I used to be the weedman
Quarter ounces, half ounces, what you need, man
Eleventh grade, made my way up to a P, man
I'm a go in they house
And if they home, I'm a blast, take them niggaz out
Cause we be bout drama, no fuck that, we bout killin
Drama, fuck all that,
Colloso, cheddar to make the nitros soggy
Ridin' Harley's, die smokin' juss like Bob Marley
I died in the wide open, at the Mobb party
Wit yo eyes open,