Lyrics:
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like I said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in
one-on-one
Take this dope, hit a one on one
Ain't nothing else to do, she wanna cum for fun
I'm by myself, I brung no one
Nigga, she want me like Givenchy
In
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
stronger now
You don't know my life
You don't know my grind
You don't know the effort I put into this
You don't know nothing 'bout this
I swear y'all some
on, watch your boy in some flip the fitted
You can't do it like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody help
What's happenin'? What'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
gon’ quit
I’ll never be controlled by some fuckin pricks
I rather a fat bitch suck my dick
And one last time for good measure
I don’t think I ever want
Singer serving garage
Busy trying to slam me
'cause I smashed it
What they don't understand is
I'm getting them established
By taking British music
kill it
I'ma kill it
My nigga its the
M-A-Triple-D-O
Don't forget the C ho
Visualize the audio
Its album number cinco
Lyrics by the Doctor
You're
a legend?
I just got ten number one albums, maybe now eleven
More hits than a "Now! Eleven"
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta
the same chain
My shit hit harder, 24K
She don't got the same brain
Got her braces off , now she suck a different way
Look up at the ceiling, it got stars in
Tried to hit me with no contact but we still know you a bitch
Swear to God this bitch is broke, she gets her drugs by flashing tits
They see me step out
stadiums just like Billy Joel
Quincy Jones would be in my studio
Recording Phill Collins on the drums for my album
All paid for by my own discography
Oh
bucks a month for them
Is it that cloud even moving at all?
Nope!
Don't you know
UFOs
Aren't UFOs
They're "Interdimensional Beings"
Or "UAPs"
Flying
I swear I can't
This sh* hit different when it hit
I can't even sleep at night, I'm thinking bout some motion
Damn I wasn't thinking right, my body
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is
Yeah, said I might not be so bad, gotta leave it all I know the past is the past
Been through all the tests and I've been hoping to pass
Till we hit
I came up from nothing my slatt
Hit up record on the track
Ain't no one better than that
I'm back to makin' my stacks
Eat up a beat like a snack
And not that I think it's a terrible album
Some of my favorite songs are on this album
The issue with this album is
As many people in the past have
Yuh, yuh, okay, Look, I'ma just hop in that big body tonka
I'ma just fuck on your bitch for an whole album, Keep talkin' this shit, you not with
Death row, that's for these niggas, I'ma hit 'em up
Makaveli, it's All Eyez on Me
Pinkie rings, it's still M-O-B (M-M-M-Maybach Music)
I been tryin',
the motherfuckers that thought I was kidding
Most people that be seeing me
Be thinking I'm the enemy
Don't get upset, I'm not a threat, that shit is your jealousy
I
the shit, I get in
The more ignorant, the incident is, I fit in
Ignorin' the shit how borin' it gets
When there's no one to hit
I don't know when to quit
you don't play with me at all (please)
Shots hit your ass and make three of y'all
It'll take three of y'all to fill one of my shoe prints
'Cause I
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