Lyrics:
right, that’s right, my name is Jason
Hatin’ mothafuckas still stuck in the matrix
Want to know why this chink doing this?
‘Cause he knows, he knows
It's my own opinion
It's my point of view
If you really need it now
Call me the Doctor, Doctor Feel Good, hey
Love is like a knife
It cuts deep
and the melody
Let you rock your mic if ya' know what you're telling me
All the right verbs, it curves it so heavily
I'm so in love in what you could do
What do they ever hope, ever hope to gain?
Will my country fall, stand or fall?
Is it too late for us all?
And did Martin Luther King just die in
it
Paul Atreides is reigning and training leave him betrayed by the fraudster Doctor Yueh
By the fraudster Doctor Yueh
Paul Atreides is reigning
couldn't taste it last night
Lost my taste and my smell, I got Omarion
Me and Dr. Fauci went to Crazy Girls and then we got our party on
So fee-fi-fum,
press, the more I ache!
Doctor, please, my time is up; medicine is not enough
What I need is not more drugs
What I need is your sweet love!
It must be like
Puttin fingerprints on my bicycle
Walkin up to have a drink at the club ?there is? three Irish chicks
Lookin at me like I'm sick
Walkin by chin-chins I
of appreciation
For me helping niggas than the
Pleasure is all mine, you're welcome nigga
Now you from Queens right?
So why you ain't stay over there
And get it
(Drell On The Track)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Yeah
I'm full of drugs and I'm still turnt up, nigga
I'm still in love and I'm and I'm and I'm
girl, they say our love is blind
You feel for my madness and chaotic ways
Our dance of danger it forever plays
In love with her vibe, it got me amazed
I
I was on prime time before I let y'all know
And you prolly won't wanna hear my music no mo'
But it's all good, man, I love y'all
Hope you know that
around them hundreds, you know how much that is (tens)
Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the back end (send it)
Niggas in here lookin' tough,
raps weigh more than music
The more I write, the better I do it
And right now my stock is up
I do me from day one, huh
My nigga you know where it hit
on the sleeve kind of guy. His love language is gift giving. When my dad came back from the piano store, my mom was mortified. My dad had just purchased a baby
floor
(Oh, oh)
I'm infected by the sound
(Everybody in the club)
Stop, this beat is killing me
Hey Dr. DJ, come burn this place right down
[Chorus - Cuts by DJ Jorun] - w/ ad libs
"They want to know if he still got it" - Dr. Dre
"Plug my mic back in, let me begin" - Classified
"I'm on the mic,
Pay some attention
Want to get it right
Oh how about you
Mind's under pressure
Happens every night
Oh let it go
Love is like a knife
It cuts
(911 dispatch) 911, forty reporting
(woman) hello 911, help me, help me
(911 dispatch) what is your emergency
(woman) there's someone in my house,
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
it'll be a while
'Til my love life right again, killas on side again
Butterflies, paradise, them bullets left out the wind
I say how I feel
You should
Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
now
By the pounds, stop trying it now, I got my mind right nigga
copy she copy
You can try but don't think you can stop it
Better put your money where your mouth is
If you're broke shut up boy your mouth stinks
I
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