Lyrics:
the yappin, be true to it, do it
Steady scream about your East and your West side
But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off
walk up in the room, no question
Doc Martens on the feet
Class is in session
His ego so big that he can barely carry it
Have me a laugh boy that shit is
give me, doc
What you got, to give me & my body some peace
I can't rely on me, I'm just a melting pot
Of all the wrong tendencies
Well there ain't no
Colin Powell, general admission
You are all welcome, new Malcolm of the talcum
By any means, AK lookin' out the window screen, uh
Let's get it on, new
"This is for, all my smokers"
Whoo, one more, just keep the thing at the end of it
Alright, give me one more time on the count of three
1, 2, 3
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
being crowded by these grown thoughts
Reality is catching up with me
Taking my inner child, I'm fighting for custody
With these responsibilities that
Head up in the clouds
Look around right now
Never homeward-bound
Cuz the Doctor said
It'll calm him down man
Fuck these pills
They give me the chills
In
where the weed at fellas, what you lightin'
Yo, yo, you motherfuckers gon' learn
When it come to this shit, I ain't about takin' turns
'Cause Doc's
the weed at fellas, what you lightin'
Yo, yo, you motherfuckers gon' learn
When it come to this shit, I ain't about takin' turns
'Cause Doc's in the place,
and serve hoes like flap jacks
(But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
You run up in
and serve hoes like flap jacks
(But we don't love them hoes) Bitch, and it's like that
This is what you look for in a ho who got cash flow
You run up in
being crowded by these grown thoughts
Reality is catching up with me
Taking my inner child, I'm fighting for custody
With these responsibilities that
and ain't nothin' changed but the locks
So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss
Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?)
Bein' rich-shamed
Yo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill
Spark the L, "What up Doc?" What the deal?
Clock the squeal, the MC overkill
Certified cylinders,
up!
Yo yo it's funk d.o.c.
Yo, you're on the mic to rock the symphony
[Redman]
Yo yo
Did you ever think you would catch a cap?
Yo did you ever
ran Bouchet, ain't fuck with Powell
That was grade school by the way, we been them niggas all this time
Actin' East headed for the rap, damn near
give em up
your love, your love is the thread and the needle
stitch by stitch baby these old things will be good as new again
Lay, lay that needle down
bank
Temperatures near zero man, it isn't May
No reception out here to call Triple A
It's safe to say if Phil
And I hadn't drove by, this lady and her
don’t listen
Act out and come up missing
That click clack pow did it
Like Colin Powell did it
And I’m so west coast, ok corral with it
My new foreign
dreamin'
I was juss itchin' to get out dat box really feinin'
I'm cuttin' up on all dese dumb niggas like willie beamen
Just got the X-Ray from the doc , i
it
I'ma kill it
I tried to tell 'em
Get the yellow tape
Get them body bags
All black wardrobe nigga
Johnny Cash
Anytime that the Doc is the buildin'
There's nothing you need to worry about
We'll up your dose when you walk out
(Thanks Doc) I'm looking for an elastic rubber band man do you have it
No sir
to collapse
There's nothing you need to worry about
We'll up your dose when you walk out
(Thanks Doc) I'm looking for an elastic rubber band man do you have it
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