Lyrics:
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
Greyhound
Just me hittin like a beat from Dr. Dre, out
I'll be waiting on you (I'll be waiting)
I'll be waiting on you (I'ma be right here, for you ba-by
a-tumblin' down, oh yeah yeah
All shook up and bent out of shape
Wasn't Johnny B. Goode but it sounded great
That night, tell me that's right
From
Sue
They’ve been strolling down the avenue, two by two
Says Lill to Sue, It’s gonna do no harm
If we both have a little old shot in the arm
And it’s all
loves
A victim of these gay days it seems
Georgie went to New York town
where he quickly settled down
and soon became the toast of the great white way
Yeah, classic hip hop shit
Dr. D-R-E
Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em
We started out moppin' floors
And now we front row at the awards
Number one
have been handed
Day by day
Generations on down
We came up from the subway
On the music midnight makes
To Charlie's bass and Lester's saxophone
have got away
Strapped securely to the white table
Beneath the gauze the body will wither and writhe
Underneath the white light
Doctor arrives with knife
have been handed
Day by day
Generations on down
We came up from the subway
On the music midnight makes
To Charlie's bass and Lester's saxophone
Another Jake Break wakes me up to a hotel lobby coffee cup
That dirty old white pickup truck
With the trailer hooked up by the Denny's, she's mine
Would you please put down that telephone
We're under fifteen feet of pure white snow
I waved to my neighbour
My neighbour waved to me
But my neighbour
Is
[Dr. Dooom]
Yeah
Number one MC in the world, a.k.a. Dr. Dooom
Straight out of solitary
I got the block locked down
Transfer me to conquer in
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
You make the doctor wait
If you lived in Belgium
You could mediate
Hey knock it off!
And the French fries are great
Hey!
Jesus Christ, it
the river
Down the river
Down the mighty Zambezi
Down the river
Down the river
And her great white water's swallowed by the sea
When I was a man
My young
So your name is Courtney Murder
Queen of the scene
Bright red mohawk, Dr. Martens
Studded leather screams
Like a bat in the dark
Moth to flame
Great
there's someone in my house
(911 dispatch) can you please run by your address for me
(woman) 151 shenedoah, shenendoah
(911 dispatch) ma'am where inside
gotta go pro once
Hit him wit the shotgun call that shit the stop button
Call me doctor car-ter aka young wild nigga
Aka no trial nigga AK click clack
the doctor of philosophy
With a poster of Rasputin and a beard down to his knee
He never did marry or see a B-grade movie
He graded my performance, he said
was raised by Dr. Huxtable
I ain't never been comfortable
Hot dogs and pork and bean lunchables
God Bless all my enemies
Got 2 buildings on Peters
I'm not loose and indiscreet
But people lying down always get blinded
By people standing on their own two feet.
Life is just a shadow
That I just can't
please stand up?
I think we have a problem here
Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just
useless little lever in my hand
And outside
My city is bracing
For the next killing thing
Standing by the bridge
And praying for the next Doctor Martin
Drive a great big truck
When I'm old, when I'm old
Haul the wrecks down to the wreck yard
Help the boys unload
Keep my hair nice and long
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