Lyrics:
With a voice, telling you the bullet's direction
I'm talking murder, but that's another section
I need to explain by keeping my composure
There's no
treated
By the doctor, he's religious
That's called freedom y'all
If you're poor then that's your fault
Get a couple jobs so you won't be broke
And homeless
down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle in the sky, one
like who's there oh
ct this point, some people deserve to die
The only reason why cause some people are demons in disguise
Look into your soul when I
and fuck ya life up
I hope the principal doesn't come and give me a write up
Now who the fuck I gotta snatch the mic from?
I spend a long time tryna build
Intro
Comp-ton
Comp-ton
Comp-ton
Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real Muthaphuckkin G's...
Verse One
Hey Yo doctor, here's
and I'll go down, your gonna fuckin' trip
Well sam, my head will bend like hell like nothing
Well doctor's say, you gonna hold on by the fucking nuts yeah
Niggas
Niggas talking all that shit
I'm Ella Mai-a boo'd up with my chick
We LMAO laughing at you niggas
Yeah
Ye-ye-ye-ye Yeah
Niggas talking
tryna feed my people (Aye)
All my smoke be legal (Yea)
Im just riding around in my regal (Yea)
Surrounded by this evil (Yea)
You gotta look out for yo
It's the questions (hah) it's the questions yeah
Talking bout the questions, it's the questions y'all
It's the questions (what) it's the questions, dig
he owns Coca Cola bottling
Talking to a black man who he's confused
We looking hella-bougie
Ass all tight and seditty
Recognized him as the mayor
he owns Coca Cola bottling
Talking to a black man who he's confused
We looking hella-bougie
Ass all tight and seditty
Recognized him as the mayor
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
rapport
No restraint, no remorse, I give thanks to the Source
On a bank by the shore, with a blanket and shorts
Who knew that I would blew up, would make it
fist, that system booms
It looks like this when I do what I do
When I'm talking like this then I'm making them move
These alleyways feel like a tomb
These
Doctor looked inside my brain told me I want the bag right now
I ain't got too much to say except I want the bag right now
Niggas is lames
Who finna stop
'round to Dr. Dre, 2001
2001 (Nah, nah, nah)
2001 (Nah, nah, nah)
I'm still ridin' 'round to Dr. Dre, 2001
Yeah, aye, look
One, two, three
niggas laying down and y'all ears out here in these streets
I guess you took it literal
Guess the only code you live by's forget-it-code
Uh, if I should
individuals, age appropriate
The cage is open to all of you animal rappers, I got a old chick
With vintage vagina who look just like Angela Bassett
I got
talking anybody
Who thinks of approaching me with complaining at any party
You fuckers only care bout an image, where's the lyrics
The spirit of Chris
proper but she fuck with Swoop She might look cute, she might be thick The bitch gon get pimped I can't fuck no head doctor I don't give a fuck even if
Laura‚ I'm sorry‚ I didn't
Mean to startle you
Oh‚ you look so pale
What are they doing?
They've retired to the library
Stay here with me!
We can't
even tell what your race is
Doctor King meet Dr. Dre, except this doctor lost all his patience
Have you tied up in a basement with you and your partner
Even on worse day I'm your biggest fan still
Tell the hoes to catch me outside
I'll console em like Dr Phil
Poor baby done got did in by lames
She can't
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