Lyrics:
alright.
I think I'm happy around here.
Bring my brown roots, the spicy food.
What I do for the vacuum.
It's alright. My dad wants to reap a life.
I want
stranded on Death Row slang game, E-40 mack game, Too Short
D.O.C., with the pen, grand finale for the win when will it end, Dr. Dre on the beat
Mo' heat for
a Backwood, Swisher sweet blunt, orange lace dope (let's go)
It's just some shit I wrote
My city couldn't be saved by John the Pope (John the Pope)
I slid
Wash your Hands
Wash your Hands
Matter fact wash your Ass
Tell your friends
You need a Doctor’s note before you’re coming over
Cuz hell naw I ain’t finna
fabulous baby
The best food drink and women that money can buy
Every day of my life is off the ringer
That's guaranteed like a fistfight on Jerry
lobster with no EBT
They was drinking Dr. Pepper, we had Dr. Bob
Every other night for dinner we ate hot dogs
Yea but I ain't never trip
Momma used to skip
rolling up
Pull up to the spot
Italian food is what I got
Shouts out to Ferragamo
This beat so sick it need a doctor
Holy Vaticano
Everybody loves me
Might
and beaten into submission
By family, church, school and state.
From then on we're easy game for the powermongers.
Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out
food on the plate[00:42.44]With no way to make shit, I don't got no time for the haters[00:45.69]Like a doctor, I'm all out of patience, peepin'
bitch, I wonder
I'm drinking ankle juice
Robbing like a jew
Bills blue, big bruise
Gave a thot a bruise
I got bars like Dr. Suess
Hit a jugg, then dash
qualifies for that Blood Money swag pack
That includes the Blood Money gear, that Brazilian, Malaysian bundle
One year's worth of free visits to Dr.
food though
Ok she wanna fuck we can't kick it
I gotta switch up my pivot
I'm ballin' like Diddy I'm in a drop top
I'm with a thot thot
Rockin' Elliot
ass and bust his ass, but he won't feel a thing
My bitch want a John B, but i can't be her outer banks
Two straps up on a nigga call me Uz one Max Payne
I could never wife your Opp Thot
Give me that neck come bop bop
I just wanna jeet and skeet
Don't use no teeth, gyal give me that slop top (slurp)
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
John F. Kennedy
This how I live, I ain't saving no pictures, I ain't gotta keep up with images
Ain't talking food, I just fucked two bitches by mistake
American dream has been a living nightmare
For four hundred years in the land of the free
No justice for all when it comes to me
Go back to Africa You say it
on the diamonds, John Cena, can't see me
Walking on the beat, like the shit was made by DP
Trappin' all day, selling drugs, by the BP
Back to Back hits, nigga went
ask the opps , why they keep gettin' shot
And there's still some that ain't die, just fuck a thot ,
The other day she said I'm with doneStruggling'
Friends in my head
(Doctor get em' out, I'm starting to hear em' out)
Friends in my head
(Doctor get em' out, I'm starting to hear em' out)
Friends
on the floor
Curled up in the corner can't take no more
Armies of food invade my sleep
Led by lasagnas ten inches deep
My head is pounding my heart is
Increasing my level (Yeah)
Increasing my level by ten (Yeah yeah)
I will never ever fall (No)
For another thot again (Defense)
Increasing my level (Yeah yeah)
by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what you
by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what you
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