Lyrics:
'roids so I'm jacked up
Touch me carrot cake, you smashed up
(What's up, Doc?) don't ever act up
Here wabbit, wabbit, pow! Don't ever wear it
A lucky
change if you don't trust me?
Phone jus' ring, same story
You tell yuh friend dem seh you done wid me
It woulda hurt my heart, woulda break me apart
If
he's the doc
If you've got anxiety or even Tourettes
Try my special cigarettes
It might not cure your anxiety
But it gets you fucked and the first one's
what I'm sayin'
Whether ya like it or not,
South Sucka, South Sucka
(various words spoken at once)
[Verse 1]
My eyes are tired ah takin' pain so let's
word for
That thought, so be careful with words. I like to think that the same
Words that hurt can heal, it is a matter of how you pick them.
There are
pressed
Have you ever been forgotten by one you can't forget
Been in the gutter too long, stay wid suttin that can wet
Mumma caught me wid da burner movin
get the lesson
Thank the Lord for your blessings
Even if you do it bad
Everyday by is for lessons
Lights, I'm on constant
Flights, cause I'm smoking
wid chopstick (God did)
Sum'n long like a moptick, shootas don't need no practice
Expert shooter, di Mavericks, wid di broom, dem are bandits
Fire
deep)
Understand what I'm saying to you? (Will make you go insane)
Yo, yo (ah true ting you ah talk, y'hear?) (check it deep)
She's been with me, been
could do that shit again, y'knowhatI'msayin?
That's what I'm tryin to tell you, somethin wrong here
It's a beautiful night for a homicide (ohh
Well what brings you in today?
I don't know doc. I'm just hurting all over
So when you say you're hurt, what do you mean by that?
Who hurt you?
What did
Yea, that shit was funky, last but not leas
Is the muthafuking D.O.C., this is your album
So that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
ride the bike unless it's see be are
With no tricks but a bitch it'll be on next
I'm still wheel handlin, you die in a ambulance
Block prime
B R
With no tricks but a bitch it'll be on next
I'm still wheel handlin, you die in a ambulance
Block prime scramblin', glock nine handlin'
Duckin'
That's fucked up, but I'll never forget the shit we been through
And I'ma do whatever it takes to convince you
'Cause you my nigga Doc, and Eazy I'm
the barrels of me 12-gauge
I empty, me scandalous niggas are pon de loose
But it's no fuckin' wid the family
Now feel it nigga understand me
Much love much
they know I flex wid hamudi this life we’re livings a movie and what we say we are about it
(break it down)
I hear they say the good die young but
surely been boring me
Your whores aren't affording me
I'm born in me
Sea swarm to me
But eventually I'm gonna flat the curve
Wid my ass
csk the world
school
Together actin a fool
Beefin wid people thinkin it was cool
Many brothers fell victim to police
But its a hell for a hustler thats the way in these
spit
It's da rise of da YGs
Hella Mway trips wid da gsdem
Talking block life but I can't c dem
If I slap this ting on da weekend
By next week imma lose
in double tap two of us ,showed u dat you don’t wanna fuck wid us
Done fucked up you got stuck in a rutt wud us we came thru wid mops and cleaned it
Steel-capped Doc's are cloven hooves
Don't cross our Path or you will Catch the Boots
I hope that you're careful I hope you avoid the Boots
I stand as one
Wotcha-wa-wa-wa, we're jammin' (wotcha-wa),
See, I wanna jam it wid you
We're jammin' (jammin', jammin', jammin')
I'm jammed: I hope you're jammin', too.
Jam's
the y2k
Doc gave you the millennium look
At how they feelin' us
I keep it rangin' from the bangin'
To the sangin' on these fools
Now I'm payin' deuce
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