lirik lagu mr. doctor - 40 oz and chronic dice
(hook) (doc)
finally the sun went down in the hood and i was budded
dice game and fat sacks a indo
serviced with high times and maybe
rainy days blew me away, so i drank the 4 everyday
matter fact it was a murder present
one-eight-six point duece that was ridin wit one-eighty-seven
(40 ounces and chronice dice)
yeah, i stay high m-th-f-cka
(lynch)
on my briefcase is some crumbled weed
buckshot sh-lls from a dead body
got a whole bunch a 40’s and a couple a hoes
a ’95 fifty sittin on trues and vogues
plus i had a nine in my glove compartment
cause everywhere i go n-ggas love to start sh-t
five pound chronic dice, in my mits
fifteen teflons, in my clip
heard about a lot a sick sh-t in the block, so
i stay locc to the brain and remain incognito
with my twenty sack a the bomb
money back guarantee, if you hit that sh-t and don’t wanna k!ll yo’ mom
got the clip, glock, chevy impala that don’t stop
stop the glock, no you can’t the doc from the g-ngb-ng n-gga
so up goes yo’ trigga
stayin high off the sensamilla
and my n-gga say
(hook)
(foe loco)
so f-ck it, rippin off ya forehead and down yo’ cheeks
you in the ??? doc shape cause i drop seven by you feet
and ya broke, my pockets on overload all day
cause that eastside slangs ’em in effective ways
and amazing thang
is the g-ngb-ng i’ll come up off a cr-p game, fo’ some mo’ drank n dank
then hits the ‘stang, where my frozen ides is
twist off a cap where my liquid suicide lives
frostbitten from, that crooked i, i’m lookin through
we get sick, foe loco, the mark eastside, ridin on you
he comin at me wrong, d-mn, we between the sheets?
is suicide on yo’ mind, must i leave you on these streets?
raise up off me, but really realizin the strength
had him readin’, eatin’ the serial number off his thang serial number on this thang
peep the slug, toke the reefer, let the barrel meet ‘cha
mean mug in the center of the street and the reaper then
(hook)
(doc) (talking)
yeah, and a special shout goes out to all the playas on the southside
it’s a garden blocc thang n-gga, stay rippin, know what i’m sayin
and everythang
m-th-f-ckin homies on the eastside, foe loco, bugsy, lil’ sky and sh-t n-gga
y’all m-th-f-cka’s handle that gangsta sh-t
and i’m out ’til the duece-nine, garden blocc, ride ’til i die
oh yeah, f-ck yo’ -ss snitch, you know who i’m talkin to b-tch
f-ck yo’ -ss n-gga, some brand new news a n-gga picked up on
you never know who you can trust
sometimes you can’t even trust ya big homie
i’m out
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