Lyrics:
a child
I didn’t care
Until the flame began to cool
I didn’t care
But now I’m falling like a fool
It isn’t fair
And I keep saying as I fall
I
The money coming in is cool
Throwing hundreds in the air
Draggin' on 'em in the booth
Yeah nigga I flex, yeah nigga I flex
Sipping Fanta Mac' by
Loc yeah that's cool (chyea)
The hood took me under so I follow the rules
But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang
And niggas
and rock bells like ll
Made me feel i was ill, music euphoria
Went to the doctor, d.o.c gave me the formula
Hey young world, the world is yours
Turned my
to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool
I will never fall off, I haul off heavy weight
Fuck wit' me dog, I chop you up like Norman
To react when the spawn to Outgraw Mcgraw
You need a second time around like Chalamarle
To touch Doc forget it
Thats like my uncle getting approved for
everything cool
Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground
The devil appeared like Jesus through
or in your room?
If you meet me by the pier, bring a peer, we can menage
Ooh, your girl friend Nicki gots the back I like to massage
I'll be in
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
another plan
He's the fucking cause of your appalling state this summer
Fancy that, you came to London to get pimped by your Uncle, damn
She's just
Yo doc, drop the beat in!
This is a incident that always occur
With the opposite sex, other word is her
No matter what nationality color or creed
Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
End up like a dog that's been beat too much
'Til you spend half
rock the Casbah
The Shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
By order of the prophet
We'll ban that boogie sound
Degenerate
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
Hyperventilation, you're talk of the town like date raping
Call me the Doc Caucasians spot, The Beatles
Malfunction in the S L board without the E Q
Fuck, fuck,
the house they're like, "Oh no"
50 got 'em locin' again, they open again
Got 'em sippin' on that juice and gin
You could find me in the background burnin'
Yo Doc what up my nigga
Snoop Dogg, it is what it is
This record is so motherfuckin' gangsta man
And I think it's time for me and you to just
Turn it
the fallout shelter
Doc, niggaz, bitches, jump up
Criminals, hustlers, hoes, jump up
Yo, if you want that shit
(That shit)
That hardcore rough shit
luck
Like ahuh yeu yeu get hit by a truck
Playin' catch a girl, fuck a girl
Throw her in a sandwich
Just a young boy doing grown man shit
Yeah (Woah)
Killin' this shit like Dahmer (Dahmer)
Got a lil ten in my bomber (Bomber)
Got a cold heart, Doc Bronners
(Got a cold heart, Doc
alright, see I'm the type that don't mind
'Cause I can understand that things happen sometimes
By the way I'm wondering, are you cool with your family?
begonias or a touch of the blues
And there's nothing wrong with
The look that's in her eye
I had to learn the hard way
To let her pass by, let her pass
to kill
That's rock bottom, when you want something bad enough to steal
That's rock bottom, when you feel like you've had it up to here
'Cause you mad
Production
And Sebastian on the hook, like being dug by Michael Douglas
So don't start that walk through Echo Park
My life's a one-on-one and you caught up
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