Lyrics:
Well, I want to know,
Man, is Elvis Alive?
Yeah, I've got to know,
Man, is Elvis Alive?
Hey, I've gotta cut through
All this tabloid jive.
Well, I
fucked it up
By lettin her know I was creepin around, with every chick in the town, Buster!
I shoulda known not to trust ya
Listen I'm losin' my life
I rock them sneakers
Never sat up in the bleachers
Got the heat up on my feet
And you know I keep em clean
Been on my grind
Just like some coffee
One cold winter of many tales
Trails of blood left in frozen snow
A family slaughtered by a loved one, forgive scarecrow
I turned against God
and you don't know why
You bounced like a ball and that's how you'll die
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's
I never needed a doctor they're always pushing my pills
I never needed a dealer I can find my own thrills
But every man's got his vices and I know
just thought that was a nickname
You know, like Dr. Dre
East-side!
tell you man these streets is lonely
I put my heart in the hood and I still got muthafuckaz gunning for me
I know how it goes though dog, everybody wanna
Strut their stuff
Is absolute zero cold enough
And out in the valley warm and clean
The little ones sit by their TV screens
No thoughts to think
"Oh, what you got? You even got a Patek, bruh? (Nah)
I got a 16-car garage in my mansion, love (right)
I know Dr. Dre, people at Interscope
And by
to a doctor
Or they buy them off the shelf
Athletes and dance club freaks
Little kids with rosy cheeks
Little old ladies, high school geeks
Clean cut folks,
much for watching
Who was that you were just talking to
On about doctors, you wonder
I know I'm a goner
And I don't need someone to talk to
I just need
you sell it man I swear I won't buy
I'm just staring at my calendar, the days go by
Just matter of time until they know I
And I'm getting all the shine
through your window something like +Brother Man+
It's just who we are
If I see yar, it's E.R
Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star
Tell me how they
of them sirens I dont buzz
Pick a cop that bugs me amateurs
[Chorus]
[Skit]
Oh man I'm out of gas
Let me stop by this house and see if anyboody in there
right out of my hands
My hands are clean
What makes such a sweet guy turn so mean?
I went to town with a moody man, a handsome Dr.Jekyll
He was
Yeah E-40 and the mothafuckin' C-L-I-C-K in this mothafucka', you know
I got my cousin Kaveo on the mothafuckin' side of me
We fin to spit some
Here´s a little story
Of a man lives by his own
Well here´s a little story of a man
Lives by his own
Yes it really is that simple
I use to walk down
Count them
Shout them
Tell all about Him
Count them
Shout them
Tell all about Him
Count them
Shout them
Tell all about Him
One by one
One by one
you can say, Lord do it (Lord do it for me)
Because we know You're a doctor
If your heart is heavy
You can say (Lord, do it)
Do it for me, please
forever
Just a woman to treat a good man right
You look so good you got me thinkin'
You might satisfy my soul tonight
There's no harm done
I know
be eyeing that man
I would understand
But we both know that he don’t really give a damn about you
So whaddya say?
I could call us a cab and we could be
self,
She only gave me the number cuz she always feels she by herself
I spanked good, didn’t used a belt,
Concerned I asked her how it felt
Boy you know
stack
Still riding out with the ill pack
And all of my mandem will back
Wellbeck like Man U
But even you know that mans due
Want piff I'll bring coupla
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