(feat. Tre Eight, Shanita)



[Mr. Doctor]

  

Be havin niggas stooled

See what the rhymes will do, fo soon

Gallons of 94 proof wit cha crew

I pacc low...too

That's where the lyrics 'll keep you

Ya scrapin' wit cha dogs about hoes

and who want the tightest load

It's like control

Me and my niggas got put on and stapped with a mac

And let the world know that

With that Bloccstyle tracc and that locced out rap

It ain't no bitches around when i'm like blazin in the bacc

With my "kaks"

Stuffed with the world's fattest dope sacc

I smoke that bomb in Juice's Cadillac

I'm...a crazy ass, lazy ass nigga

Drinkin let these bitches move and bring the money through

And fucc Sicx, that nigga ain't shit

See real niggas like Jerome from the Creek know it

If I ever see his ass split the mutha fuccas lip

Twist his mutha fuccin shit and take that bitch niggas grip

  

[Chorus: Mr. Doctor]

  

I met niggas like you and Foe

Know to act wild cuz you and I know

What really go    (backround: Shanita)

The question is who bang like me     O-E...Odysea

The truth is only Odysea

  

[Mr. Doctor]

  

Now what you know about this nigga

Me in the low with the homies with the chips nigga

C, Reg, and Foe

With a fly ass bitch nigga

Be in control with the plot to make my poccets bigger

Them real niggas

I set shit straight with a .38

At the gate, intensions to move weight

Without them niggas that's fake

So one always hate the one nigga that ovewr weight

Like me and my nigga T.D. from the East, and Tyri

Who make beats like Griff

And who got chips

And who ride like Blacc Market

Me and X in the Lexus

And the bird, so nigga fucc what you heard

You get served like dope in the set by the curb

See none of ya'll niggas wanna fucc with me

And aahhh, none of ya'll niggas wanna get blazed like weed

Like a key, to get blazed by Odysea

And Blacc Market in the bacc of the same Lex with the beat nigga

  

[Chorus]

  

[Mr. Doctor]

  

Like this, dog I'll smoke out with you homie

Act like you know me and knocc bacc a 40

Tryin to get your shit right

Get your shit tight

So close to midnight and the way I excite

The way I recite gangsta lyrics and you hear it

I see you load on keys and I'm quicc to commandeer it

Like the term, to bust straps and drink Cogniac

To spit rhymes for Twamp till my nigga get bacc

I heard this tricc tried to scream my dogs name

So what you say?

Come around my way where mutha fuccas don't play

The "Rose", where niggas loc and drink Bombay

And flip niggas domes like dope saccs every single day

It's odd ya see, Odysea on top of shit

And I told your ass before about them lyrics worth a grip

Worth the chips, sideways like this nigga

I did a fuccin licc, had you spottin me his shit nigga

  

[Chorus]

  

[Tre Eight: talking]

Yeah man this shit is rightious

That's it for these wanna be G's

Wanna be gangstas', wanna be thugs

Wanna be pimp playa punk ass underground rappin ass niggas

For ya'll mutha fuccas

This is that real shit

Odysea shit you know what I'm sayin