Lyrics:
Drink this soda, soothe the odor
Turn it to more throw up
I'm tyga man, contagiously god made me
Don't shake my hand, If you afraid of satan
Jewelry by
imperfections
You luv me wid all my
Flaws
It was never my intention
To feel sum typa way
I'm feelin' sumthin' and talkin' to you
My favourite part of da day
You
Or lyric-ability
It's mad
I'm a popular loner with lyrics and clarity
Sick
Are the fuck are you kidding me
People are actually mad
When I'm poppin out proper stuff
wid the greats
See in my street
Its either you selling crack
Or you selling rap
Somebody tryna diss me and im like who dat?
Life's one funny person
I
a call mi Kendrick
When mi roll up wid mi TOP DAWG
Kamikaze dem a dealt with
Yuh tink say di Pearl Harbor attack deadly
Watch it when mi knock dem
Bally on, if you carry on, you're gonna find out why
I'm not in jail but I'm right outside
Gets bagged inside and it flys outside
If they talking
that bitch right there, always poppin' off at the mouth
Turn it up some, turn my voice up some, where the fuck you at?
Funk Doctor Spock, where she
make it dumb
And Dre is the engineer, but I'm the drum
It's the diggy diggy D.O.C. y'all
I want you to turn up the radio, listen to the lyrics
And I
deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like
in da sea
Play wid me den we gone crash ima show you how it be
All my niggas know
Stay wid yo pole
Cause we gone flash out
All dem niggas know
How we
they set that song up
Bro!
And let me tell you something:
MTV, fuck you! Once again, as always! I’m on
My Trump shit tonight! Let me tell
You what it
should be four mil' and better for that shit I'm Unpluggin
Doc rocked every corridor in Florida
Watch the formula pour sucka absorb it up
And while you
Shipped it to stations, now many people know of me
I'm the D. into the O. and the O. into the C. and the C. into the period
Suckers are fearing' this
When
is in full and total effect
I'm gonna shout out a couple of names
We're gonna do it like this
DJ Doc.. Manager Moe.. Ms. Melodie.. I.C.U., McBoo
it was the fucking Holocaust
And I don't know what to do, doc, shit, I'm feeling lost
Well, let's figure out how this started, can you think
company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb from me
'Cause I'm from the streets of Compton (Compton)
I told
around to make it seem like)
(I'm the one that's lying and making it up)
(What are you talking about?)
(You're not funny)
(I'm not trying to be funny)
cuh-uhhh!
'Shortie 'hella fine
cnd she bad 'wid it
'Shortie body perfect
Make you swear it's magic
I'm 'tryna lock this down
cnd I
Can't live up in
Reminiscing on when we used to smoke chronic
Now we puffing the kush and I'm like
(Thank you doctor)
For giving the West Coast CPR
Now here we are
it back
Sutn' like back in da day wid 2 rotten on da track (Maud)
Get your money wedda you're workin' or up in da trap
'N if yuh need to protect that
Without further adieu
Diggy Doc, this one is for you
I remember growing up
Just a Dogg Pound pup bumping G Thang
It's that gin and juice in my cup
And all
wid you, jumpin out Fly wi-zay fool
Work is bought and time is short, that won't keep this playa cool
Must I come up wid it from decision sittin'
ting i'm kickin'
C a shawty and she cute
Dats' da only ting i'm lickin'
After I put her on mute
I told her when you b fuckin' wid me
You ain't got nun'
sick i'm i'll without catching the corone
Tryna make a racking off rappin to splash it wid my bros
This a whole ship we lit attacking at ur boat
You
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