hood Set claiming, bandanas boosting their aiming Shells ricocheting, shit ain't no use in complaining Mama praying, the cancer done ate her calves So the doc
your knot 'till it's gooey At the top where my crew be, look how my pockets are poofy And you sloppy like dookie, call me the Doc like I'm Doogie I'm
be goofy, rockin' your knot 'till it's gooey At the top where my crew be, look how my pockets are poofy And you sloppy like dookie, call me the Doc like
Vinnie Paz) [The Allen Parson's Project:] "Two of a kind...Silence and I We'll find a way to work it out" [Intro: Vinnie Paz] Yeah...Pazmanian Devil Louis
rub on ya nipples Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles Doc
gangsta and the birds they love it 20 with a babyface and sit on base like Kirby Puckett You can't buy a Ferrari fuck it, cop lle' from J The bricks come with Louis
m a money machine I can re-make it You a fool thinkin that Freddy can see Jason I been iced out like who the fuck need Jacob The doc told me to be patient
Bout To Smell My Cologne Ey Old Money [x16] [Verse 2:] Candy Paint Flow Ever Since My Adidas Ice Cube Fans Get Sugar Doc Ridas Sugar Ray Leonard Style
fast to the back straight to surgery Got on the phone called up Fresh I said, "Hurry C" Get to the hospital general emergency Just then I seen the doc
point blank call it a free throw Funny cause I had the +Vision+ since Coleco Back then, still ain't reach my peak though Louis loafers, Polo peak coat
dia Una emisora radial Un siquiatra, Doctor Louise daba consejo matrimonial Marque 305 594 1185 (three o' five, five ninety-four eleven eighty-five) Hey doc
got no angle My shit's so tight you can get strangled It's Young Money ain't no such thing as plain clothes Polo jammers, Louis slippers, call that "private
"Two of a kind...Silence and I We'll find a way to work it out" [Intro: Vinnie Paz] Yeah...Pazmanian Devil Louis Dogs...hahahahahaha AOTP, Celph Titled
niggas squares, but aint got no angle My shit's so tight you can get strangled It's Young Money aint no such thing as plain clothes Polo jammers, Louis
Fuck you So I just want to say F U C K you Go ahead tell ?em why you?re mad What you spend on your rent I spend on my Louis bag I?m high class, shoppin
a money machine, I could re-make it You a fool thinkin' that Freddy could see Jason I've been iced out, like who the fuck need Jacob The doc told me
!, baby rub on ya nipples Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles Doc
;a Una emisora radial Un siquiatra, Doctor Louise daba consejo matrimonial Marqué 305 594 1185 (three o' five, five ninety-four eleven eighty-five) Hey doc
