Lyrics:
That's right, with a face like Michael Myers
I clip the ears off your bodyguards with bloody pliers
Bound to eat a German shepherd in the Mojabe desert
out the R&B
But the polka, salsa classical scene just was not me
I wanted to be like Bootsy, Dr. Funkenstein or Jimi the rock star
Color meant
molecules like Dr. Strange
Making cultures move, if you disapprove
You can keep loudmouthin, it won't bust a groove
You see the object of the game is we don't
No Diggity
Blackstreet/Dr. Dre/Queen Pen
You know what
I like the playettes
No diggity, no doubt
Play on playette
Play on playette
Yo Dre, drop
the stars - Miss!
So now I aim low
If you don't hear back from me
I prolly got some shit on my dick and afraid the doctor gonna laugh at me
I'm just
ear-plugettes
Radio rocket nurses working night-shift
A new patient jumps up in the day shift
Starts singing aloud with a moderate beat
Doctor d is
homies been laid when we all shed tears
And its clear to my ear I had to learn that knowledge
'Cause after 12th grade I had to say fuck college
Benni Beblo yo let your bass flow
Well Dr. Ring you got me hooked I need mo
Blow out the sound from the brass section
Clear inna mi ear a new sound fusion
Eating cotton candy, mmm, that's good
Drinking a Dr. Pepper and stealing a kiss
From the one you love
I'll take love over money
Forget the green,
"yassey" for the past sixteen years
I took on the responsibility of daddy
Ma ol' burd, puttin a real buzz in my ear makin sho' it marinate
And not go
the drain
Last call to doctor Pain
When she whispers in my ear at night telling me to quit the fight
Waiting for the last train to take me out, out of my
I'd like to help you doctor
Yes I really really would
But the din in my head
It's too much and it's no good
I'm standing in a windy tunnel
I'd like to help you doctor
Yes I really really would
But the din in my head
It's too much and it's no good
I'm standing in a windy tunnel
want a verse?
I need a ten first (Yes)
Times ten more (Yes) bitch, we be on and off
Since I was a sophomore (Yes)
Waiting for your move, Dr hawthorne
We put the "F-U" back in fun
Serve it up with a smile
You ain't heard this type of stuff in a while
I want your ears right now
Ante up, buck
had insurance in years
But I'll turn the wheels, the music fuck up your ears
Snatch some mo twenty-sixes, give you mo shit to go whisper
I have 'em
ear
The monkey will bite
Better eat your poultry
'Til there's no use
Don't try to
Ask a doctor
What's going on inside you head
Just fall
ears bling ause she say she like the way I sound
My style floatin flow is golden got ya bitch dick holding swear u folding
I'm smoking potent
While
fucked up on the kinky bitch, she won't try lookin' for clothes
I walk up in the mall yeah spendin' it as I stroll
I put some diamonds in my ears, get icy,
heart break
How much more can a heart take?
If the pain gets too great
Then call me up
Ask for doctor Phillips
Baby tell me your symptoms
I'm all ears I'm
for it now
The room just keeps on spinning, hands are shaking, ears are ringing
and I'm feeling all kinds of regret
I'm cold and nauseated,
gone help me work it out
Gone help me work
I'm sending you, all, my, prayers
And I hope it hits your ears
I want life for us, to get better
And Lord I'm
Might sound loco
But I got ears and eyes on me
And uh
I might sound crazy
But I think they watching me
Me
Little baby born with a phone in his hand
on my ears, lor nigga they flooded
Cuz take the quick 5 like dat nigga cousins
Vvs on my ears, lor nigga they floooded
Yeah
Vvs all over my ear
Making
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