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This is Dr.
With a phone call to y'all fuckers

Y'all guess what the fuck is on now
Me and Reggie Noble, funk tunes around the global
time keeps on slippin'
And I get the funk from the kitchen, commits to ass whippin'
There is no time for me to it
So I'm a chill and let Red get into a fly poetic

Yo, it's all in the mind and I'm and I kick it for the do or die
Or 2 or 1 area code leavin' shit
Funkadelic is the one to bring your out your teacher

When I 'em, ooh yes y'all, I got the mad method, can you catch it?
And if ear is not tuned in, then adjust it

Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 today
Hey, Erick on the way, Dre gave me a ride
So I Lean while DRS will put the smoke up in my chest
And if you understand me, then escape and it
While the E-Double gets wicked with your twisted
going down, it's going way down
So get the 4 pound and [Incomprehensible] down

Boogie woogie to boogie to band, to that
My rap get mad dap on ass and F if it is be on my ass cap
'Cause my rolls thicker than Bis quick
If mixed with that same funky sticky stuff I roll splifs with
I shot the on the terris
And I kick the funk like these to have more off days Ferris
Just wrote these up in the studio
Brothers tell and sisters couldn't hear me no, hear me hoe

E got the funk, Red got the
Red got the funk, E got the

E got the funk, Red got the
Red got the funk, E got the

knockin' at my door
Yo Johnny Gill, I the whole floor
So I can get busy I [Incomprehensible], remember?
And if you don't call Michael and don' be afraid to ask him
Erick got mad tunes, no matter what they say
I got props than Richard Bay
The mind with the hardcore followin'
So what's up 'cause I don't a fuck

I'll make you sing Tony Braxton
I tear the out of jams like stadiums when they's packed in
Back up boy, you messin' with the boy, yes, I told ya
I rock leather jacks with sweatpants, one leg rolled up
Hold up! is a stick up, I bust spark the ism
[Incomprehensible] like a bizcut, 1 and 2 get lift up

E got the funk and Red got the funk, pop the
I got of funk to make the victims say, "That's the one!"
Of coarse, I'm funky like fat people their intercourse
Basically, the funk stuck in teeth so get your dental floss

out

20, I know, but let me knock teeth out
I was young, I made my tree house into a weed house
And I'm than Nostradamus, when I'm in chronic
And I leave kitty cats meowin' home made bondage
Beeotch, trick, trick,

This is Dr.
Comin' to y'all with some more raw shit
Def Squad representatives, Def forever, signin' off