Lyrics:
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
'cause I'm coming, it's my album
And for the record, meaning my record, check it
Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it
But in
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
going down behind my dogs, but I ain't Vick
Tell me one album I put out that ain't sick?
No, I'm not the Doctor but I produce the same shit
The whole
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
I'll be your papa paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine spin
Baby, you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
payday
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the G Thang
But on his old album cover he was a she-thang
So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to deez
payday
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the G Thang
But on his old album cover he was a she-thang
So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to deez
won't pretend like I read it, Yuh
Got a pocket full of kryptonite, I'm a spin doctor
No TikToker, a slick talker, couldn't get hotter, bitch I'm lit Lava
one album I put out that ain't sick?
No I'm not the Doctor, but I produce the same shit!
[Chorus]
Big cars, big wheels, big chains,
Big pimpin',
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
a runaway slave
Get your king popped, MJ, I'm dangerous, keep away
The doctors say what an odd autopsy
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
Intro
Comp-ton
Comp-ton
Comp-ton
Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real Muthaphuckkin G's...
Verse One
Hey Yo doctor, here's
feeding leaches that's eatin'
Then that could really begin to put a dent in expenses
Then again, Em, you'll be paying for this bill
Because we all can tell
streets
I play a bigger part
Better believe that you don't wanna
See a nigga start
'Cause you'll be laid up with doctors
Looking at a nigga chart
Yeah, they
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
these racists, at Rolling Stone
Spin Details and other places, KRS is The Source
Fuck these magazine leadin' hip-hop off course
You'll print about
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
along we can peel right back
Spin the block and run some errands you’ll be back tonight
Don’t forget to text your friends when you made it home
And you
to make it
Gonna ride these faders to my grave
I'll put some speakers in the coffin
And get my tombstone engraved
With the date the album's droppin
More
Well hello there
Welcome to Dr. Singh's
Why don't you tell me a little bit
About what brings you in?
'Cause just by lookin' at you
I can tell that
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