Lyrics:
Hello hello, may I speak to the E?
This is me, is this the doctor M.D.?
Yo P it's kinda early, who's there Laverner and Shirley?
Is it Kate
Yeah, I'm doing what the fuck I want
I say how the fuck I feel
I'm drunk as shit on a pill
Your life fake, mine real
Bob Barker, let's make a deal
I
(you're such a Barbie)
Na-na, na-na-na-na (yo, Mariah)
I was in the million dollar meetings, he was cheatin'
All up in the church, he was sneakin' with
ever miss your
House in the country and your
Hot little mama too?
Don't you better get a
Shot from the doctor what the
Road Ladies do to you?
I
but the number one rapper in the world
He done traveled all over the world
He came back just to give you some game
All of the little boys and girls,
a ratchet
Put a nigga in the casket, dead body with some maggots
Pistol on my side, p-p-pistol on my side
Young Nola bout to ride, let me do a drive-by
(you're such a Barbie)
Na-na, na-na-na-na (yo, Mariah)
I was in the million dollar meetings, he was cheatin'
All up in the church, he was sneakin' with
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
makes perfect but nobody's perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh
Okay, you popped up on me by
like the Apollo
So them late nights paid off
No breaks paid off
O.t paid off no sleep paid off
Stepped up so big I had to r.i.p the old me
I'm from
related you graduated
To the next level in the game wearin' my name
Bad little brick house go and do that thing
[Eve]
Yo n****z surprised when they
so sophisticated
Finance related, you graduated
To the next level in the game, wearing my name
Bad little brick-house, go and do that thing
[Eve]
of bread
The bats are the least of your concern
Dr Freudstein still dwell downstairs
The House by the Cemetery
Is still his home
Bob, you need to be quiet
Crip? Nah it`s that white widow
I was about to say cause they`d botha have your ass
up in the hospital, check it out
I don`t need no doctor, I don`t
really wanna sneak you in?
Lynx and Bob cats, no better than the muskrat
Just because one has a fucking swirly mustache
If you keep pulling on my leg I
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
having headaches and pink slips in my locker. My agenda needs a walker.
(Hey) It's better than Cats!
See a grown-ass-man decay to red worm food in house
The hookah that I'm smokin got Weed in it (Uh)
First trap house I seen had some Fiends in it (Oow)
Elementary conduct had sum P's in it (Yea)
Imma
rich
Don't dare dream for a better tomorrow
Dream in the moment, or it's just hollow
Dream for whatever, Dream to be clever
Dream, Dream Jimmy and Bob
on Blueprint
What we did on P's and
Q's remix was the Blueprint
2000 & Life, stupid no Calpol, too sick
In a city where the
Skinny niggers bury niggers
Virgins,
was born I had a p-p-p-problem
Went to the doctors and the specialists, nobody could solve it
But this music shit requires different chambers
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
just some loud
Been broke as hell & got it back
I been stop shootin' up houses only do it to get back (get back)
They dissin' Dr1p and shit like they OG
the P.I.
And I'm stayin true, born in this game and it's payin too
I wish I could have stayed witchu
But it's over, I love you and I still care
We can
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