Lyrics:
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
Bi fye bi fye bi fye bi fye
This a bout a be a fire and i'm talking no micheal
I ain't talking about a myer yes i'm not talking byer
I ain't talking
by your baby (yeah)
Stand by your, man, stand by your man
You got to stand by your baby
Man, do things get better?
We can look back
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
me as crazy
As the world was over this whole Y2K thing
And by the way, N'Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should
But then again
This is thugs music
Created by these hooligans
Who used these blacks
And abused them
Then created rap music
Through their foolery
This
the Teacher playing with the children
Hear Him baffle doctors of the law
Look at the people gathering to go with Him
Those who see the vision that He saw
This
and look 'em in the face
I want to take 'em home and they can stay at my place
All the talking I could do, I would never lie to you
We take a quick ride,
Of course we copy...24 hours a day...in color
You wouldn't believe me if I told you the rest
The man sitting by me who was barely dressed
Flew off
the good life
So now you know what drug money look like
Miracle whip it, spreadin' the coke over the bread
Keep the Dr. Dre knife with me to poke you in
Bitch I don't know who they talking to
This shit gon hit you like its Zeus
So hard that you hear the news
Too much red now that's a bruse
Writting
us in plaster!
We say to the doctor, "No, please, no!"
And then we get the doctor's bill, what a shock!
[Chorus]
Who am I? Where have I been?
of the "Oh, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in
myself]
Look at the herbs..
[Im all by myself]
Look at these birds..
[Im all by myself]
Busted up & chopped up and that's word..
[Im all by myself]
it fit to follow
Doctor Doctor
I know you have a passion to save
But it’s not always safe to reject saving
Jesus is the only savior who never needs
on you like EDM
I count money like BPM's, still with score|swayze
Making movies, this shit look just like the 80's, fuck they talking bout
(Fuck, all that
Doctor Seuss nigga like green eggs and ham
You niggas lame, you can't hang with the fam
Look in the mirror, don't know who I am
But I'll take your pack if
Uh
Yo
Look at who I am, and who you been that's that. (Dumby)
Look at my bag and then your bag and my plaques. (Crummy)
Look at my drip and then your
asking who exactly I could sue
My momma wasn't talking, she was being quite obscure
She was laughing hard or crying, I was never really sure
My lawyer
scholar
Yea, they been talking on my name
I feel alone cuz everywhere I look
Someone coming for my neck
I can't be the man I am
Without them hating who I
complexities and simplicities
But I'm not a doctor and it's complicated
So don't look at me like some solved equation
For those who've taken time I'm forever
you're handing him
So America, is it really worth it? I'm asking you
Doctor, please, give me a dose of the American Dream
Put down the pen and look in
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