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By the time the Sheriff'd get to 'em, they'd be out cold on the floor. 

I do believe, they done passed it down, I'm out bird-doggin' chicks all over
on the front porch, Blaze the indo
Runnin from tha cops with tha homies by tha liqour store
Somebody hit tha stach box, Pass me tha match doc
see-P-3, Caliope
Mann from Scary Movie you banned from being mooly
I keep it black gutter, white gutter, Chinese gutter by these brothers
Here try these fuckers here

All
as a cat chasin' mice

I'm crazy over you



I went to the Doc

chewin' on my sock

he said, 'Boy, yer in whoreable shape'

better get straight

before it's
.
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it

[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
.
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it

[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
Henn, swervin wood grain (That's black thangs)
But to me, it's just all the same (It's all the same)

{Bubba Sparxxx}
Damn, what a difference a year
Act like you, wan' try and take my D's
Watch how fast these slugs in this thang gon' leave
Watch how many holes in ya body it leaves
Watch how much
let's do it
Meth and Doc we got it locked let's do it
Man my block let's do it

I'm just to cool in the game it's a beautiful thang
Street
Act like you, wan' try and take my D's
Watch how fast these slugs in this thang gon' leave
Watch how many holes in ya body it leaves
Watch how much
.
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it

[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
like a model your body through the roof
Champagne by the bottle, now we in the loop
I'm g'd up, with doc I be swimmin through the loot
Anything for my
grab that thang you be singin' the truth with girl
And let me get back to producin'

So just hand me my guitar and I'll play you a tune
Yo, we could
four fools, and now they sound the same
Fuck Doc Holiday and Jesse James
I got my gun in my holster, my face on some posters
It's a three day ride
Tale of the physical trait 
Intoxicated by the bomb as I start to sedate 
Your mainframe 
All speaking on running this thang 
Five J's in the house
Close one and aim, Fetty Wap's eye to you niggas

Ain't it a shame?
Another lost one running again
(You know I bust my thang for you)
You do the same
kinda note
Just said, sign here, it’s just a soul
You’ll never miss it
I ain’t set foot in a church since I was just
A little ol’ thang
Reckoned I was
with no regrets
Geah, hey

I puts it down 'funky enough' like The D.O.C.
Maybe you can't see, blind like Stevie
That's sick, you blind and you just can't
(Chorus)
I don't want to go to county jail no more more more
Its a big fat policeman at my door door door
He'll snatch you by yo collar make you pay
like a model your body through the roof
Champagne by the bottle, now we in the loop
I'm g'd up, with doc I be swimmin through the loot
Anything for my
I sold my horse and saddle
Rode the Greydog to New York
My guitar and fifty dollars
Between bein all alone

Found a job that pays okay
But it
Tale of the physical trait 
Intoxicated by the bomb as I start to sedate 
Your mainframe 
All speaking on running this thang 
Five J's in the house
yo's no mo'
Then I take it and strip it down and leave nothin but the frame
Then I'm gonna sell my cousin the gold thangs
Pop a burn and turn it over
I sold my horse and saddle
Rode the Greydog to New York
My guitar and fifty dollars
Between bein all alone

Found a job that pays okay
But it
MC Ren
The deadly Dr. Dre
Eazy-E
The G-o M-a-see-k
Total Koss housin thangs
Ruthless in the muthafuckin house
Yo, to my homie D.O.C.
And Laylaw