Lyrics:
John Studd, my middle name Mud
Dirty water flow, too much for you thug
They can't stand the flood, what up, doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd,
John Studd, my middle name Mud
Dirty water flow, too much for you thug
They can't stand the flood, what up, doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd,
John Studd, my middle name Mud
Dirty water flow, too much for you thug
They can't stand the flood, what up, doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd,
Fulla dusse i had peelt a bitch
Now she think that i love ha
I Cant trust a soul no more
These niggas kc undercover
All this gas up in my system
Doc
on by)
Just a walk, just a walk on by (Walk on by)
Can't you see the love we breathe, is nothing more than false
Can't you see
You’re everything I don’t
to questionnaire contributions
Response still building funds yet no scholarship for Snoop Who I am though just a sinner like us all
Acknowledge my flaws cook words
I'm just an old guitar in the pawn shop on the corner
And I'm waiting for somebody to come by and play me now and then
My strings are kinda rusty
line.
COMMENTATOR 2:
Bailey is a six-year veteran, and has been solid for the Spears ever since he came over from Wisconsin.
COMMENTATOR 1:
He is just
come with the buzz (yeah)
I might've fucked a few girls, just to get me some love
In my day, you learn the hard way, what gullible was
I'm like, you
love
You give me life
I just wanna love
Til we get it right
I just wanna be
Here with you tonight
(Aww yeah)
I just wanna get you by my side
(I just want
sour
He a snake in the grass so I had to cut him off, I call that Georgia Powell
Looney kick it like that dog
Quit the spraying nigga like lights off
The world is shifty, we living just enough for the city
The rough witty Killa Bee sting just like the jiggy
My Family Stone, foes attempt
and
Featuring Funk Doc, Tical and the villain
A mic murder for hire, ten grand a killin
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this bitch nigga grillin
I make moves wit my
just so that
I don't explode and have another episode
Where I let it go as far as the one with Benzino did
I'm waitin' for that next beef, I'm
Why'all ready for this?
Ha! I don't think so!
Yeah! Oh, listen to this!
We gonna come at ya!
Cypress Hill!
Yo yo yo, all my niggas say jump
And talking that fufu
Your bitch give me top
Im delivering all of the drugs
That’s why they call me lil doc
I’m all in ya hood in ya spot
I might just go grab
Oh the pain is getting worse
I don't want to see no Doc
I need attendance from my nurse around the clock
Because there's no prescription for me
there must be kind folks by the bushel
But I just believe that in this one old man Lord put something special
Why I've seen times when folks was sick
there must be kind folks by the bushel
But I just believe that in this one old man Lord put something special
Why I've seen times when folks was sick
I love you?
Lyrics Written and Rapped by Phaze (Mychal Finney)
Vocal Performed by Monique Wilson
Music Written & Produced by JString for Streethop
Yeah, here comes Amos
Now Amos Moses was a Cajun
He lived by himself in the swamp
He hunted alligator for a living
He'd just knock them in
Yeah, here comes Amos
Now Amos Moses was a Cajun
He lived by himself in the swamp
He hunted alligator for a living
He'd just knock them in
love
I don't want to see no Doc
I need attendance from my nurse around the clock
Because there's no prescription for me
She's the one, the only
rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try to tell them,
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