Lyrics:
the girls dem sugar like Beenie man
Here comes the boom
Here comes the rhythm, it shakes the room
Bucket hat so low, all you seein is me grinnin
If ya lookin
1998, Dogghouse Records steps on the scene
Unlike any other record label, we plan to get green
And keep it clean and stay oh, so mean
So rough, so
Aww hell, nah nigga
We ain't doin' no freestyles
Don't even know how to do that shit
Yeah, whatever
Check it out man, check this one out
I been
name was not to become what I became with this level of fame
My soul is possessed by this devil
My new name is
Rain Man
Now in the Bible, it says
CHORUS:
Cleaner, the woman them love when we cleaner
love when the Congo man clean, love when the man them clean
from yasso me say straight
What the fuck you niggas think, think?
Bitch I'm pulling up clean, clean
Pulling up clean
Pulling up clean
Need a iced out bust down wrist
Talking
a hater no mo'
How can you live you life when you know you are a hoe?
I'm Dr. Real Phil, I'm here to help you let go
It ain't hard to keep it real!
It ain't
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief,
Doctor, baker, fine shoe-maker,
Wise man, madman, taxman, please,
How can
tell me is he in today
Show me to the man with the healing hands
And tell him to come and take me by my hand
Don't you know I need, I need the Doctor
the room
I want to see
Listen
I want to see the hands of you
That know him to be a doctor in a sick room
Look, if you know he's a doctor let me hear
was laid
By the yellow man
We pledge allegiance
All our lives
To the magic colors
Red, blue and white
But we all must be given
The liberty that
know a few
'There are 8 million stories' and they're all made up by you
That's a lie
Yo what else think when Rush, man
Gives you the biggest medallion
Im a product of the illest, word to Pops you gotta feel it
When that boom get ta bappin then you know i gotta kill it
Still connected out in Texas,
faded than me
But I can't ask him, 'cause the doctors couldn't save him, baby
My mama clean as holy water, hallelujah
We total opposites, I'm dirty
let 'em in
Bring the doctor's medicine
I be tokin' up at six AM
And I kinda had enough
Of the bitchin' man
Didn't really know the bitch
So I hit and ran
stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper
Permit, don't need permission from a doctor
I been smokin' since
inna Germany
And mi sing like Jamaican
Dem seh dat a appropriation
Whe me do? Big up a nation 
From di language to how dem cook crustacean
Done know
a hater no mo'
How can you live you life when you know you are a hoe?
I'm Dr. Real Phil, I'm here to help you let go
It ain't hard to keep it real!
It ain't
CHORUS
What will you do?
When di system you created turn on you
But yuh know you're safe anytime yuh in your room
Place the blame elsewhere, I'd do
teeth in my mouth
Man f*** it
Sure (sho)
I don't know about you but I got to pull up in something clean
When I'm on this screen always puttin on a show
my thing
Gotta let my nuts hang
Do more than just maintain
So come on man
Ma I called the doctor and the doctor said
Need some pussy in the morning
to Lokust
Them cruisers won't never know
Who's the Loc'est
Gyeah whaaat?
Hahah nigga
Gyeah this Ganxsta Love
Wha Wha Whaaat? Damn motherfucka
Aye, ayay
in, stumbles up to the um
To the box, you know, the witness stand
And the judge is just looking repulsed
Bailiff, can we not get this man a shower
very routine
Them say them never seen mi gyal
Mi Beenie Man Twice
Fornication bad it ah sin cyaan hype
Jah Jah know mi love dem pretty gyal dem type
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