Mr. Doctor

Mr. Doctor - Anybody lyrics

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(feat. Tre Eight, Stan Blackshire)



[Doc]

  

Yeah, we in the spot all G'd up

L-O-C'd up, blaze the weed up

Before you get shot and stucc and fucced

You know my nigga Tre sell dope around the way

You know my nigga Griff, he got them beats that hit

You know my nigga Reg, he smoke out to the head

He got connects on straps, I got connects on hoodrats

And we paid in the worst way

To be the first way the only way

To get paid and to get niggas sprayed

Cuz I don't give a fucc about you, about ya crew

Don't give a fucc about that shit you say you do

Cuz I've been there

It's like that shit that I wear

With my rag on, my sag on, my 45 mag on

And in them dice games I hit liccs

And with them hoes my dicc is all against they lips

It ain't nothin but that gangsta shit

I bust two in your face then dip mutha fucca dip

  

[Chorus]

  

(Tre] Anybody wanna get down they know

[Doc] That me and my G's got haet on L-O-C

[Tre] Anybody wanna come up they know

[Doc] That me and my G's got pounds and keys

[Tre] Anybody wanna spit the gangsta flow

[Doc] Then Odysea got the heat for those

[Tre] Anybody wanna fucc the Bombay hoes

[Doc] Get at me, or get at Tre, or get at Foe Loc

  

[Stan]

It's easy as a lyric

It's easier than hoes

It's bomber than that weed I smoke

And I sells just like yayo

It's easy as a lyric

It's easier than hoes

It's bomber than that weed I smoke

And I sells just like yayo

  

[Doc]

  

Yeah yeah ugh

Now the second verse

Is more complex than the first one

based on the fact it could hurt somethin

I came across this thicc ass bitch

While I was maxing in L.A. swearin she rich

With perfect tits and an ass that won't quit

Came fully equipped with them dicc succin lips

Man I can't front I had to share her with the homie

Had me havin dreams about East Side's Tony

Flyin bacc in forth in between the shows

Ridin her bacc and forth, even the other hoes, man

The shit that make a staight bitch stomach turn

But get it curious to learn

I recommend the Hyatt on Sunset

The room service bring Prawns and you can keep the pussy wet

The baddest ho from my set

Keep the hook up with coke macs', hoodrats, and intertacts

  

[Chorus]

  

[Doc]

  

Yeah yeah...yeah

Now the last thing a nigga do

Is set the record straight

Don't let none of those and shake the fake negroes

Look at the weed I smoke...see the bomb shit

And all this Gin 'll have a mutha fucca sicc

Like Nicholas Cage when he was Leaving Las Vegas

See doom out there and all the hoes they got is outrageous

Get bitches up in the North Town and bring 'em to the Strip

It's funny how they tired of this shit

But eager for dicc like I be eager for the clit

But don't trip cuz they come when I want but don't force the shit

With lyrics worth a grip, Mr. Doc's the licc

Bombay's hittin so my hands on your lips, like my dicc

Or like my little homie Lunatic

Be havin lyrics with a twist like this

My average day cuz it's to countin the grip

Whether it's from hoes or my mutha fuccin music

  

[Chorus]

  

[Tre talking with clappin in the baccround]

Yeah! Ha!

We'd like to thank all ya'll for comin out tonight

To all my niggas rolls...hoes

Especially the ones in the front row

Wait up, wait...matter fact, especially her

Ay! Ay! Somebody help her up

Come on yeah yeah yeah yeah

Odysea out

Ay what's your name girl

Yeah come on
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