lirik lagu dr dooom - live
south bronx, new york
is it live, live, live, live, live?
is it live, live, live, live, live?
is it live, live, live, live, live?
i heard your cd is wack, wasn’t f-cking impressed
who’s the n-gg- with the big mouth?
i live [incomprehensible] and bit off with a lion’s mouth
your hype man sound like a b-tch that switch
y’all n-gg-s need to be around when my d-ck itch
yo, tnt these n-gg-s acting wild like they h-m-
but they trying to see me f-ck it, i’m a pull up in a ford van
let these n-gg-s know i’m a give ’em a permanent suntan
walk in your studio session
damage your crew in the vocal booth
with a thirty-inch smith and wesson
dr. dooom on your intercom pressing your girl
all night with a f-cking bomb
i’m a move the tattoos off all these mcs
let me make a sandwich first with government cheese
uncle black got a new sawed-off
when them booty kids show up we gone blast their -ss off
n-gg-s be mean mugging wide eyed smoking that dust
i’m a send tony lou with a bazooka
blow smoke in a tour bus, in a yellow caprice cl-ssic
i got a wig on them, city boys ain’t gon’ recognize all four of us
jay and john with fifty cousins from the bolding family
we roll and amp g, what the f-ck y’all talking about?
i’m moving a different route
grab the carbines from under the couch
see you on the ferris wheel at coney island
i’m not gon’ be smiling
magnum waiting for your -ss
y’all gon’ see my face, f-ck a mask
is it live, live, live, live, live?
is it live, live, live, live, live?
is it live, live, live, live, live?
is it live, live, live, live, live?
smearing your mailbox with peanut b-tter and jelly
with pickles from the deli
black shoe polish on your gl-ss table
i’m ready and able
going on the roof when the pay-per-view fight come on
click off the cable, har-ss you to move
leaving poisoned sick rat coleslaw around your toilet stool
while you scream ”f-ck you”
i’m across the street eating popeye’s cajun rice
in a station wagon with hot beans
taking a coffee break back in the house
giving your chihuahuas
ex-lax with a hot bowl of quaker state
leaving the front room, dropping bombs
on your fur coat with a box kaboom
watching the mets putting sh-t
on your tv sets in the shower
you won’t be able to watch a program
with remote controls for seventy hours
check out your sore ribs, the screen is gritty
everybody’s starting to look green on rap city
take your receipt, give your wallet with nine hundred bucks
or your credit card to a r-t-rded kid in a wheel-chair
coming up the street walking by the main avenue
i’m p-ssing you with a leather coat that looks similar to yours
f-ck you, you looking at me, i’m a start walking behind you
act like i’m pantomiming you
talking to police men, chewing a arm
and joined by a black and white squad car
with binoculars watching you very far
what’s up motherf-ckers?
is it live, live, live, live, live?
is it live, live, live, live, live?
is it live, live, live, live, live?
is it live, live, live, live, live?
is it live, live, live, live, live?
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