Lyrics:
know it
I don't buy cheeba I grow it
People always trying to get next to me
I had a beautiful experience on ecstasy
I smoked up a bag of elephant
Hey yo, let's take it to the street (word up)
Let 'em understand perfection
Let knowledge be the tool for suckers to stop guessing
Cause I don't give
getting older, nigga
It's pistols in my stroller
Mama kitchen tooken over by my
Uncle coke and soda
This Eazy-E, NWA before the Hova
Dookie ropes
Caddies
up to all
Of it
Catalogue budget can't exhaust when I touch the doc touch it
Ugh
Recipe need to get cloned
Easily could see it's unknown
Formula
give me an injection, you don't know where your drugs are heading
We don't mind collateral damage, but don't you worry
This one's just a salt, it's like
over and tell Banks to order another case of fortys
Yo Doc give them a coke with that, wake up the west coast is back
[Chorus:]
(I can take you
then she want me now I gotta salt it
Cause she's seen on Quevo first up in a Aston Martin
Hurricane wrist watch young Quevo break the pot
In the vila
"Fuck the President" it's evident
Hip Hop dead, them new niggas irrelevant
Different color braids, you niggas stuck in the maze
Ain't grew up by
up in your ass, think I was on some shit
Look, you against me is really nothin' to see
Who, when, where, what it's gon' be
I don't give a fuck if
are mashing (oh)
No question, time for some action
Temperature's up (can you feel it?)
'Bout to erupt (say what?)
Gonna get my girls, get your boys
are mashing (oh)
No question, time for some action
Temperature's up (can you feel it?)
'Bout to erupt (say what?)
Gonna get my girls, get your boys
lanes my phone rang
I picked it up, this doctor Blac
Hope it's bout some money cuz
If not, I'm gone have to hit you back
I'm headed to the lab
To write
Yo Reggie Noble
Feel me, yo Busta Bus
What up?
Yo Phife Dawg, yo it's time to step up
Yo what the fuck, ungh!
Check it here, peep the four-man
this flow to switch right now
Immerse in this song
Fool rushing in but it's all that I got
Bit of too much I've been chewing a lot
A little intuitive
throw it likes there's no tomorrow
Get the guap up and shawty wanna throw some more
Black docs pink hair and eye lash curls
She so bad I just wanna give
baby I'll get it for you
And any dream you got ima make it all come true
All you gotta do is give a little bit of you
Just a little bit of you, is enough
beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
to your knees like a sit-up, bitch
Get too live for the crew, Two-9
We're the new 2 Live Crew, give up, bitch
Send 'em all to Hell, (?)
Spit it like
Take you a different approach
I'm telling you let that shit go
Doc I been hanging from ropes
Nigga you a puppet
Or, I got you by the throat
Well it's
Phillips (brrt)
Got L.A on my back, boy, it takes a village
We deserve to be on top, boy, black privilege (uh)
Saint-tropez, fuck up the whole day
Ice
you can bet i'll blow trial
Be +downtown swingin+, m.o.p. style
Next up!
[red] yo yo it's funk d.o.c.
[e-dub] yo, you're on the mic to rock
Oh, oh
What I got, you got to give it to your mama
What I got, you've got to give it to your papa
What I got, you got to give it to your
Oh, oh
What I got, you got to give it to your mama
What I got, you've got to give it to your papa
What I got, you got to give it to your
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