Lyrics:
everybody and sing this song
Say, play that funky music say, go white boy, go white boy go
Play that funky music go white boy, go white boy, go
Lay down
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
wont u get out an vote
honestly hate is yah true Virtue
And it's nuffin yah could do to make this living hell great
One thing to improve would b by
can't wait, I'll go Great Bank on a blank tape
Lost like Spigg Nice, stick you for your thick ice
Good to hit twice 'fore you catch me usin' trick dice
to capsize
You going under, everybody getting baptized
Bow down to the one that you preach to
A couple great whites swimming in that deep blue
explain later in the story about them which
I call my Four Doors of Doom.
The mirror, the great plaything for man's vanity.
The mirror was to become,
in cans[00:13.97]It comes in bottles[00:14.96]But no one can deny[00:16.73]That's there's nothing wrong[00:17.73]With having extra Dr's by your
You may
Dr. Gibson, you may want to look On as well
I know you're quite the rock Digger
Didn't realize I needed your p
Permission, Alistair
And by
[Dr. Dooom]
Yeah
Number one MC in the world, a.k.a. Dr. Dooom
Straight out of solitary
I got the block locked down
Transfer me to conquer in
The bright autumn day,
Grey as the suits and the sea.
The great and the good, draped in scarlet and white,
Stole the eyes from the black gang below.
Rockets
a hoe?
I'm Dr. Real Phil, I'm here to help you let go
It ain't hard to keep it real!
It ain't hard to keep it real!
It ain't hard to keep it real!
Matter
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
bacteria love moisture. and except for Kombucha, Bacteria is bad for food.
Taghaza salt: saving food and saving you.
Ok I admit this is pretty great, you
back
Leray, hey, go pay your dad
He worked hard to make you
Now you hate for bate
What color got to do with it
Time great Turner to ask you
Whats Love
back
Leray, hey, go pay your dad
He worked hard to make you
Now you hate for bate
What color got to do with it
Time great Turner to ask you
Whats Love
much background in political
Science but this much I know: Attending
Rallies sponsored by 110-percent
Anti-Communist cultists
Or donning white sheets
black and white
You are wrong and we are right
First we'll spank your big behinds
Then we'll twist your little minds
I'm Dr. Righteous (I'm Dr.
many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have
hit
Thought he was cool
Tried to walk and then fell in this bitch
The doctor like, "1, 2
3- oh my God there's 30 shells in this-"
I got great aim, i
the white light
The doctor arrives, knife and baggage
Sees the growth as just so much cabbage
That now
Must be cut away
Now comes the moment of great
Yeah, classic hip hop shit
Dr. D-R-E
Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em
We started out moppin' floors
And now we front row at the awards
Number one
a hoe?
I'm Dr. Real Phil, I'm here to help you let go
It ain't hard to keep it real!
It ain't hard to keep it real!
It ain't hard to keep it real!
Matter
could be great i'm on my way
If I want escape i can escape
Coming down Fig turn left on Gage
I had an M5
Headlights were square like the Jakes
Race
part the Fuehrer the one part the Pope
It's the inevitable return baby of the Great White Dope
Conclusions you drew proportions you blew
Lost son
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