Lyrics:
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This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
no crown
All these niggas sharin hand me downs
Come for me.. I don't ever get it
Run it clear cos leg day we never skippin'
Steph Curry wid the shot..
no crown
All these niggas sharin hand me downs
Come for me.. I don't ever get it
Run it clear cos leg day we never skippin'
Steph Curry wid the shot..
I think it means, we're in trouble
Big trouble and
If he is as bananas as you say
I'm not taking any chances"
"You are just what the doc ordered"
I
touch up your shape up when Doc spit on the iron
What it is my brother?
(Trying to live my brother)
How you live my brother?
(Real civilized brother)
I'm
Tek time, tek time wid it
We vibe, me vibe with it
Sorry fi call but you were on my mind
I’m sorry to call but you were on my mind
Tek time, tek time
Easy
Calm
Yeah yeah
They say to find yourself you gotta lose it for a bit
So I cruise upon this ship like I'm Luffy in this bitch
I got waves I got
dem fi know, seh real warriors don't play
And if yuh romp wid us, you have to run away
I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play
And if they
get brains wid it
Its Roscoe making them all take notes
To Roscoe leaves your place toast
You better get a glass of cold something
'Cause I'm
Gotta ride wid that drive
Gotta ride with my head held high
Gotta ride wid that drive
I Don't watch these haters, I just pass em by
Gotta ride wid
a Four-Tay
Dawn to the PM steppin to the AM so listen to what I'm sayin
Be a Mellow Man Masta Mix the Ace with the Spade
And when you race past the 3rd Bass
yah, wid di linen fit here
Don't be fooled by my glitter and my fame girl
Cause it's you that I really wanna share my name, yeah, my name
Yo, hey,
me
I don’t roll wid any tag alongs Yh I’m swaggered up I got Medusa wid me
Money, money looking major long Yh it’s the crazy the way that I’m moving
Burnin up
Forever gettin thrown out the club
It be us Paul
Shot out and bugged
I smoke bud, sniff a bee's ass to get a buzz
I'm everything you think
get brains wid it
Its Roscoe making them all take notes
To Roscoe leaves your place toast
You better get a glass of cold something
'Cause I'm
ding-aling
I whipped out my whopper but we wasn't at Burger King
Nuthin' more said, she grabbed it like a vice grip
And as the D.O.C. do you mind if I nibble
the ketchup?
Don't speak on it, shut ya trap
I see ya whole crew yellow like mustardpacks
Ah woo, Doc in my own zone
You say you got the rapgames sewn, but
outta options doc would you like to just hand me a few
I said I'm quitting drugs, but I feel like all is overdue
And we try so hard on feeling better but
explain my misery
I'm clear in my vision b, solve your mystery
Compete with me you get
Whitewashed like black history
Roll wid us or get rolled over
Roll
to Tiny Dancer
I stay on my shit like I'm a prick, a motherfucking prick
Arrogance and confidence are roommates on the same stick
So you decide to which
and I'm subliminal
In my own right I'm dope cause it's original
Funky, unmistakibly so
When the vocals are done, then you know
It's all a matter of setting
with you niggas
If I don't link you everyday and I don't fuck with you, nigga
Goin' and I'm tryna see what's up with you, nigga
If I don't got it when
(wotcha-wa),
Wotcha-wa-wa-wa, we're jammin' (wotcha-wa),
See, I want to jam it wid you
We're jammin' (jammin', jammin', jammin')
I'm jammed: I hope you
depression
I know I'm full of emotion
I know that it's hard to notice
I know that you really care
I know it you made it clear
And you
Yeah
You brought me up
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