Lyrics:
money (Yupp yupp)
I'll run in your house and turn you to a grouch
Cause I also take couch money (I also take couch money)
I've always been bout money
You sit and fade into the couch,
trying not to be the grouch
Sleep looking appetizing
You keep yourself awake at night
You try and keep the urge
enemies
Drizzy said know myself, take care o' the homies
Weezy schooled me by stressin' to have no worries
Josh A instructed my way on how to spit flurries
at by the people next to me (what?)
Played "Just Don't Give a Fuck" and I pressed repeat (what)
And I still don't give a fuck here and I'm almost thirty
like this could even make the devil commit suicide
hung from a tree on Johannesburg with no parachute
Big-Bigfoot captured by UFO's
Haloes were
[Chorus: Grouch]
No strings are attached
This is who I am
My rap is not an act
I am my own man
I don't want it to be how it used to be
I want
niggaz wouldn't strip your street dreams
[Break - Rakim sample scratched by DJ Grouch]
"Know what I mean?"
[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
Niggaz claim to be
but yes don't mean no
So baby, please, take off your clothes
(No) yes (no) yes (no) no (yes) oh (oh), yeah
Haha, yeah
Dr. Dre
Black Beethoven
S1
stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks
Some of that real sticky-icky-icky
Ooh-wee, put it in the air (air)
Boy, you's a fool D-R
Ha-ha
there so no one ever sees it
I'm sorry
So sick and tired of that face
I'll come back to dust it off once in a while
So doctor
What am I taking now?
So
do what is right
And bring them the truth
We are the remnant rising
No time for compromising
We are the chosen few
God's making all things new
We are
the doctor, call the doctor
You needn't concern yourself with whatever you call it
but there's no reward for this low ebb, freak out, or crisis
it's not
[Chorus]
"187 don't stop" - [Dr. Dre]
"Cause it's 187" - [Snoop Dogg]
"187 don't stop" - [Dr. Dre]
"'Cause it's 187" - [Snoop Dogg]
Top down,
stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks
Some of that real sticky-icky-icky
Ooh-wee, put it in the air (air)
Boy, you's a fool D-R
Ha-ha
no use to my self once when I'm dead
And though I trusted I was lied to by my own
I bare no grouch and I carry no milestone
Look at me now I am
Oppressed by his mother-in-law and his wife
Kill the doctor!
Deliver us from boredom and him from his torment!
He is not a doctor. He is an apothecary
drive-by of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
drive-by of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
gown; I feel a draft: booty-cheeks exposed
How convenient that I happen across a pair of scrubs and a doctor's robe
I blend in the commotion; by now,
them to love me, yeah?
Nobody said it would be easy" oh
Doctor, Doctor, tell me, tell me
How do I get them to love me, yeah?
"You know there ain't no
know, stallion leading us
Into a hot girl summer followed by the
Coldest of nuclear winters
What does that even mean anyway?
I don't know
But, uh, hey
Dr.
tolerance keep peeking but
Doctors quit seeing us now we seek illegal buzz
My pharmacist is in the streets to fuel addictive tendency’s
By any means heal my
The Flying Doctor like a true Australian,
Performed the operation with a sardine can
He made a rough incision and tried to chew it out
He had no anesthetic,
by a Koolah bar tree needing an
Urgent appendectomy
The Flying Doctor like a true Australian, performed the
Operation with a saltine can, he made
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