Lyrics:
love (yeh)
Something passionate that make you high
Sorta like drug
Late night when I think about you
I can tell you what it is (what it is yo)
I used
A monster
It's cool
Leave em shocked like I'm blanka
What I gotta
Rhyme more cool
Gotta
Drop more jewels
Just to prove I'm the truth
In a sauna
I'm honored,
like jv
Alot try to draw you out make you get a foul thats why i ignore man like im powell
Bring this song out to all of the djs tell them to run this
Call us Guerillas of the Mist, raunchy vocalists
(Your code name) Doc
What's your name? (Hot Nicks)
(Who them slick kids puffin' that shit holdin'
minutes six Minutes six
Minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!
"Just a feeling I've got like
Something is about to happen
But I don't know what if that means what
like that, yea
Ooo
I see you lost your cool
You can't catch this groove
Cus you've got attitude (alright)
What am I supposed to do? (do)
Nothing about
Said her favorite rapper Game
So I ask her what her pussy taste like
She said cherry kool-aid
Now that there my type quite right
Spotlight girl how you
standing here fighting in Jesus name
You Aint Got to Like Me Thats the Plan
You aint got to like me, I was called by Jesus
You aint got to like me, she was
then back to the hood for more action
Promotin' Red Gone Wild with no backin
Doc get five on the mic like Joe Jackson
Foreign bitches feelin' me for
style
Cheech & Chong style, light the bong style
That's like at night puffin' the L by the River Nile
I smoke so much La I hallucinate
Ill visions in
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
The mic was passed and that's when I found out
(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by the way I do my thing)
(People from
be doin' what bitches do
I got cool with my doc, now I'm tryin' to get physical
Like, yeah, we can fuck, I don't know if I'm kissin' you
Do you wanna
come by get high
Like the vibe you mind
New positions Imma try
Like weed from supply
We grind that's full-time
From the east to westside
No drive we just
cool, I'm cool
Woah
What is your conscience
What is your mindstate
How do you find it
Surrounded by fools
That don’t value what time is
If I keep it
yea
I cannot do love
Like Where's my heart please call the doc in
Sometimes I feel lost
Feel stuck
Like what the fuck
I don't not even care
What they
Like Skype
She’s something like the teasing type
But when I get it in the room
Doc tell them all what she be like
Diving for that apple bottom
Halloween
experience, so you know it's gonna be some mega shit, so who is that
(KM.G)
KM.G will never be a trick
Step up to the mic like a baller then I
now
Ain't nobody big in this circle so it's up to me go square it out
Take 1000 squared times that by 10 that's what I'll be in a year from now
I'm not
Everything was coochie crunch till it was time for lunch
They said to wait in the back, they said that Pops ain't like black
See where I was the population's
the club
Yo, DJ cool to the rescue
We gon' break this joint down
Ayo a-huh, a-huh, ahh
If you pumpin' this one
In your truck
(Let's get dirty)
Say
Doc, niggaz, bitches, jump up
Criminals, hustlers, hoes, jump up
Yo, if you want that shit (that shit)
That hardcore rough shit (rough shit)
I'd like to tell a story if you folks wouldn't mind
But this one is true and it really happened in that little hometown of mine
There was a kind
I'd like to tell a story if you folks wouldn't mind
But this one is true and it really happened in that little hometown of mine
There was a kind
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