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straight up, just like The P Is Free
So now you know, a poet's job is never done
But I'm never overworked, 'cause I'm still number one.
Cool Moe Dee,
Philly we up in here, we all live
I'm puffin this Cohiba mami coolin' her heels
All she ever seem to do is play it cool f'real
She be pushin', pop
tougher than penicillin
From the block where the crooked cops killin' like a villain
Children, in the hood gettin' rocked by they buildings
And brothers,
Philly we up in here, we all live
I'm puffin this Cohiba mami coolin' her heels
All she ever seem to do is play it cool f'real
She be pushin', pop
semi, so
We yell "party" and girls and boys and
Remember cool G Rap, Doc the Butcher and Polo is poison
is my name
Doc - I don’t spit jokes
But I kill pussies on tha roads nigga
Hold me something, that’s Like
Traveling in tha local transport
Will make you
a system
A brother tried to play me like a kid so I dismissed him
And now I'm ruthless by keeping the crowd grooving
It gets so rowdy that you swear your
getting high like doc jay
No smoke? said fuck what the doc say
Dressed down feeling like cosplay (uh)
Best crown all on my top aye (damn)
I just might fly
the g slide
Cool Ass Motha Fucka, yeah he be too high
Serving your last supper, show I'm not a rude guy
Dirty business like we from Messy-Co
Bad bitches
with some foreign shoes
I know these niggas they hatin' us
I know these bitches they hatin' us
Ballin' on 'em like I'm LeBron
Ballin' on 'em like Doc
'cause there's some truth, this I know
This ace I go, I get psycho when shit get dark
Boy when shit get dark
Like Laurene Powell I've gotten married
fans, Put that on my auntie
Stackin' Legos as a kid, yeah, I spin Your blocky
It's the present, but all y'all my sons, I feel like Doc B
All my money
Taken out by Zimmerman’s conditioning
That any black kid in a hoodie is a suspect, a roughneck
Geraldo bought it, his son was upset
Like pops are you done
Work after work after work like a med doc
I gotta go to square 1 if the bread stop
Zip after zip after zip mr ziplock
And it's vacuum sealed so it's
to make friendships
I'm already cool with a bunch of
Fool ass niggas that extend clips
And get they blast on you'll be better off
Walkin' through Manhattan
works the cross fader, he's a bricklayer
And the record player turns like the Himalaya
Doc the Butcher supplies the cement
And the rhymes that I
a date
For America's most complete artist, but wait
Make sure that you keep the facts in mind
Don't mess with The Great, cause the D.O.C. is like a nine
to be a Prentice Powell
POW, then he got shot to the ground
WOW, hold me down or I could fly right now
Let me float all in that yolk right now
Hold me
Let the beat play, brody
Uh, solidarity like that muscle we refuse to flex
That synergy that these niggas just refuse to tap into
In our
beats again
I can not hide
From these vibes that you send
Oh why, oh why am I so into you
And why do I deny
This cool I lose
[Coko]
In my case
I
to the money
Yeah like that's none of my business
Moved on so fast, I'm back to
The hunnids, fifties, Benjis, Benjis, Benjis
Benjis
I had to cut the lil', I
Had
feel sad
Nobody fucks me well i lied
I kinda fucked up that's why
It's okay tho i don't feel the impact
I'm on my feet taking my life like step by step
bonds men
I'm constant, on that paper chase
Blow zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc serve til you lickin' the plate
Battle royal, in the ring smoking like
eyes bleed
Look Chinese
Told my doc
Need it straight to my IV
Tried my marijuana
Now she wanna try me
Think she like me
Too bad I think she got
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