Yo yo yo yo, it's Doc, where the weed at, bitch? I speed backwards a one-way from cops, see that shit? Believe that shit, slaughter, to camcorder I'm Hot for TV', rap draw water
My windpipe's attached to ballers You yell, "Turn the down" My voice, DVD 'round sound so I'm heard town And chances of leavin'? 'Round now
Wait later, will make page paper raper with juvenile eighth graders Hit the school and 187 Caesar When I bust, y'all need to fo' acres
Doc y'all and my man Jabberjaw The shit list ready, who to scratch off? I'm from the underground, my lift Platform shoes to bitches, pounds
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And I'm the street-talkin', me with extreme caution, oh, now you forcin' My to Rock, yo' Cradle often, I'm hot-scorchin' But 'Stone like Steve Austin
If you smell what Tical Ain't tryin' to see central bookin' so tell ya goon stop 'Know What You Did Last Summer', so I started You past shooken off an open can of
Ain't no in the Method's 'Little Shop of Horrors' Go ask your father who the father the hill to harbor You know tha saga, marijuana blunts and With deadly medley, y'all ain't ready for and Reggie
Don't even bother, the radio for back-up, then Your man got slapped up, for his ice an' Street is triflin', body over here Don't me pull a Tyson and bite a nigga ear
Precise an', slicin' jugulars, the Ruggeder, 'Predator', Viking, People's Champ, niggaz be on competitors
Reachin' for the microphone, relax and a bone Straight from the catacomb, the 'Children of the That don't got a 'CLUE', for 'Desert Storm'
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Yo, blackout, shoot out, smoked out, out Even knocked tooth out to make y'all feel it 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
I 1.1 on my SAT And still push a whip a right and left AC Gorilla, Big Dog, if my name get I'm behind the brick wall with arsenic
poison, got a gun permit draw Gun down at sundown, you keep This course and y'all ain't fit On my crew put, we all ain't shit
Yo, all you gonnabe, wannabe, will you learn? Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta wait your I spit a .41 on New Year's Eve With the mic in my hand I MC's
The most slept on since Rip Van My shit stink with every element from A to Z so what you I'ma on just one drink you must be crazy A little off the wall maybe, go, get a
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Yo, blackout, out, smoked out, move out Even knocked your tooth out to make feel it Stick 'em, 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em