Lyrics:
prescription, doc
cll I got's an internal absence of ease
But I need a remedy, cause this is my last shot
ct not dyin' on my knees
What's wrong with me doc, tell
shouldn't have it
So I grab it, never run, the outcome
is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
or where you're from, West or East coast, squeeze
on a trip thru percussion
Audio seduction we call it sugar for ears
Got em open
Tingling vibes
Rhythm explosion
Sound rotation is live
Love and devotion
little shots, we catching some cases
Lot of niggas hate to love me or they love to hate me
Labeled as reckless and crazy by my record label
Doctors say
Ay, motherfucker
Yo, funk doc, my man musiq, check it out
It's the doctor Bombay, da yellow hombre
Spotted like kwame for smackin' a blind date
And niggas stopped bumpin' Dre after T-Boz got slapped
When Doc say its a rap, its a rap
Its still Aftermath and ain't nothing after that
[Chorus]
[The
know how many times I drove by your place?
Skrr skrr, skrr skrr
Just to see if there's another nigga all in yo' face
And if it is, who the fuck?
I know
where the asphalt stops
Sometimes when the sky is clear
We slip away and disappear
[Chorus:]
Layin' out on the hood of the car
Spellin' our names by
and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate
in the sand
You with us or against us? Gotta decide where you stand
There's an angel and a demon inside of every man
It's completely up to you, who
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is
a night
I ain't these other niggas, cause these niggas is fake
They ain't popping shot, these niggas is Papa Doc
If I ain't meant to shine, beat me up in
the bass of a drum?) Yo, that type of bass drum
Will make the people feel it, can you feel it? (We feel it, Doc)
Now that that's straight it's my turn
P-P-P
Engineerin' the cut is E Double E
Yo, it's the Diggy Diggy Doc y'all
Yo, yo yo, when I hear a "Bass"
This goes out to my niggaz and why'all
it be haters plotting everywhere
Too many nights I sat and questioned God, its getting real
I need love
Depression setting in, Doc said that boy he
on for days
DPGC, this the way I was raised, ayy
When mothafuckin' 2Pac was the shit
Specially when he was rockin'
On the Doc's shit
Killa Cali where it
pull the plug, and then jet
Mic check, so what's it all about? (-bout)
And where we gonna run? (run)
Maybe we can meet up on the sun
Discretion is
pull the plug, and then jet
Mic check, so what's it all about? (-bout)
And where we gonna run? (run)
Maybe we can meet up on the sun
Discretion is
pull the plug, and then jet
Mic check, so what's it all about? (-bout)
And where we gonna run? (run)
Maybe we can meet up on the sun
Discretion is
I have lost all my love
So one thing left for that is drug (That's all my love)
You're my drug I been took, trying to avoid
Left my boy home alone
Fuck a Phillie
Five got the Dutch, Buckshot got the Colin Powell
Check my dialect from my diaphragm
You got your nine by your waistline (and)
Me
disbelief
41 shots, a young brotha deceased
Gunned down by police, is there no justice, no peace?
So fuck the police, listen, I walk with P.
Ignorance
Why is my heart cold ?
Doc, I have a fuckin problem
No, listen, listen
I have a fuckin problem
You're not gettin it
Just listen
Doc, my third eye it
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