Lyrics:
just where I been
Give a nigga the whole thirty, amen
Probably shot a nigga and forgot, fucking with them xans
If you ran, got shot in the back for
monster you can't front
[Hook 2: Doc Moj]
So lonely in my room I'm hoping
Next year that we won't be with COVID
I got a tan-line 'cause my facemask
Now I
"Please make it stop"
They call me Doc, they all know my name
'Cause it's stitched on my chest and it hangs on this chain
You won't read it in
Fuck a Phillie
Five got the Dutch, Buckshot got the Colin Powell
Check my dialect from my diaphragm
You got your nine by your waistline (and)
Me
there in Iraq?
Natural resources ain’t yours, it's theirs
Give it back! You’re just another puppet but
I’m not surprised
Look at Colin Powell
you are the realer your problems
I reached for the stars but I just kept slipping
On this life mission, never know what's next
Ancient kings from Egypt,
see, the hood fucked up
I got a plan for the crisis
Bring the dope in on boats
And lower cocaine prices
That's stage one of my plan
To pass by depression
tell on me
Man, the sin be stank, got that smell on me
But I'm far from fake, you put the real in me
To workout my own soul salvation
Doc gave me
Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'
Word up I got shit to do you
mind playin tricks on you
Ya drew down, but ya nine won't spit for you
And ain't nobody got no hostle clips for you
You in the mix but ain't nobody
Um I don't know doc
It feels like I'm being beat by a rock
My chest caved in
My mind is dim
The light is gone
And now my sight is wrong
I'm seeing
probably knock her if she down
Got a Maybach Vision for me
You don't believe?
Top up lay back and you'll see
That ima star in the sky
No astrology
Basically
clinically insane
Trapped in asylum it seems
Ice pick lobotomy tryna fix my brain!
Yell doc stop I’ll never be the same
Phycologist operating aiming for my
time
With her dog a lot
Starts her day by
Waterin' her plant pot
She thinks all the time
Got no time for me
I keep lookin'
At the clock so desperately
more set trippin, with cappin each other
Brother to brother, hand in hand
Thirty thousand motherfuckers deep, ready for action and
All you seen was
extensions coming booming out that trunk
Assuming that the room in which you zoom's designed by your mind,
not the stars and stripes
But Red Callis booms
my bunny fur white
I keep my shit clean
Gotta look good for the chicks
Know what I mean?
I keep the hop hip, by the way, I hip-hop
Doc Sipps'll get
night for a kill
I mean I wasn't wrong for that shit was I Doc?
It's a beautiful night for a homicide
This type of shit happen everyday in
to stand in a line
For what?, a tiny piece of the pie
We are humankind, through the rock of ages
Other tribes passing by
Ere' we lose our moment, sunlight
.
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
if you think I'm ignorant
This doors been open/
And this little boy who once was hopeless and moping
Is coping with a broken soul and pokes in
To get
to simply guess
And because I have a paper saying that I'm a Doc they pay me for this pesticide
That I'm about to make you ingest
But beside from the truth
in the post and I ship the mail
Stab in the back and I go for kills
Red dot, I'm hitting the enemy
Drinking, I black at the Embassy
Locked in the cage
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
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