Lyrics:
real shit, that's why these haters becoming like flies
Get it, don't let these lines go over your mind
But I'mma keep shitting, on 'em I hope you don't
by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what you
by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what you
Yeah you know we gotta eat
Hot like the Miami Heat
You know Ima rock beat
You know we bout it let’s go
And you know we got the trees
My shit is
bitch get on your knees and give me head like it's 94',
And don't come up for air 'til the beat drop,
I'm the Doctors Advocate call it a sneak peak,
I sniff your seat
Watch either other separate the chaff from wheat
Rhyme's so good, you might need to read
Concede defeat then just beat your feet
Go
stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper
Permit, don't need permission from a doctor
I been smokin' since
1/2 Dead
DJ Jam, my nigga E, Davey Dave, misbehave
Give it to 'em Dogg
What up DMX? woof!
Master P?
Dr. Dre
My nephew Scott on the beat
Illy
or a Dr. Seuss yo I'm a gangsta
And I'm about to get stupid
I guess its time for the trama
With the E-a-z-why-e comma now that's drama
So pay attention by
a gangsta party 'til we go and dig Pac up
I'm Dr. Martin Luther King with two guns on
Hughey P. Lewis with Air Force One's on
I gang bang but I'm
of mystic lights
Nothing but a heartache
Lovers side by side
Come step inside my heart
We're to the beats yo and you don't stop
C'mon yo
Let's
just a bunch of unnecessary bullshit
So fast forward, fuck my dad (Fuck his bitch, pussy ass)
Then my manager was like, "Okay, let's go to this
get when you go for it
And I'm ready to take a chance again with you
Let's hang on to what we got
Don't let go girl, we got a lot
Got a lot of love
wanna listen to
It's off my head so let the beat play through
So I can funk it up and make it sound good
1-2-3 Yo -- Knock on some wood
For good
necklace type of move around
And you could smell the loud cruisin' down the street
In my trunk I got the pounds movin' round to the beat
Guns by the feet
drill started on de lef
"Before I 'd let dis steam drill beat me down
I'd hammer my fool self to death
Lawd, Lawd, I'd hammer my fool self to death"
bout to gold. Gold go let's go)
Auxhquake [VERSE 1]
Tell me what you think bout my craft
Don't you dare judge me by my past
Last year I was in
like lumber
If hun wants to swing ep', she takes my beeper number
The skills go back to the days of flippin' coins
Pasttime readin' books by my man
can't let go
Please don't get involved
I don't need a doctor I just need your heart
I don't need a doctor I just need your heart
I don't need a doctor I
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
Killed her son
milk spilt so I ain't crying when the blood spill
Got a bad baby no Dr. Phil
Deep in the trenches out in the fields
When my momma use to go and grind
him by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what
move with it, now shut up I'm cool with it
Doctor, Jurassic IV raptor
Wrap your head in a gorge in trenches where rats crawl
It's mine that's yours, my
go two ways
I'm a rockstar (Sheesh)
I'ma rock out when I shoot that chopper (Ayy)
Nigga play, then he gon' need a doctor
My lil' nigga beat a nigga
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