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you and i know - mr. doctor lyrics

(mr. doctor)

be havin n-ggas stooled
see what the rhymes will do, fo soon
gallons of 94 proof wit cha crew
i pacc low…too
that’s where the lyrics ‘ll keep you
ya scr-pin’ wit cha dogs about hoes
and who want the tightest load
it’s like control
me and my n-ggas got put on and stapped with a mac
and let the world know that
with that bloccstyle tracc and that locced out rap
it ain’t no b-tches around when i’m like blazin in the bacc
with my “kaks”
stuffed with the world’s fattest dope sacc
i smoke that bomb in juice’s cadillac
i’m…a crazy -ss, lazy -ss n-gga
drinkin let these b-tches move and bring the money through
and fucc sicx, that n-gga ain’t sh-t
see real n-ggas like jerome from the creek know it
if i ever see his -ss split the m-th- fuccas lip
twist his m-th- fuccin sh-t and take that b-tch n-ggas grip

(chorus: mr. doctor)

i met n-ggas like you and foe
know to act wild cuz you and i know
what really go (backround: shanita)
the question is who bang like me o-e…odysea
the truth is only odysea

(mr. doctor)

now what you know about this n-gga
me in the low with the homies with the chips n-gga
c, reg, and foe
with a fly -ss b-tch n-gga
be in control with the plot to make my poccets bigger
them real n-ggas
i set sh-t straight with a .38
at the gate, intensions to move weight
without them n-ggas that’s fake
so one always hate the one n-gga that ovewr weight
like me and my n-gga t.d. from the east, and tyri
who make beats like griff
and who got chips
and who ride like blacc market
me and x in the lexus
and the bird, so n-gga fucc what you heard
you get served like dope in the set by the curb
see none of ya’ll n-ggas wanna fucc with me
and aahhh, none of ya’ll n-ggas wanna get blazed like weed
like a key, to get blazed by odysea
and blacc market in the bacc of the same lex with the beat n-gga

chorus

(mr. doctor)

like this, dog i’ll smoke out with you homie
act like you know me and knocc bacc a 40
tryin to get your sh-t right
get your sh-t tight
so close to midnight and the way i excite
the way i recite gangsta lyrics and you hear it
i see you load on keys and i’m quicc to commandeer it
like the term, to bust straps and drink cogniac
to spit rhymes for twamp till my n-gga get bacc
i heard this tricc tried to scream my dogs name
so what you say?
come around my way where m-th- fuccas don’t play
the “rose”, where n-ggas loc and drink bombay
and flip n-ggas domes like dope saccs every single day
it’s odd ya see, odysea on top of sh-t
and i told your -ss before about them lyrics worth a grip
worth the chips, sideways like this n-gga
i did a fuccin licc, had you spottin me his sh-t n-gga

chorus

(tre eight: talking)
yeah man this sh-t is rightious
that’s it for these wanna be g’s
wanna be gangstas’, wanna be thugs
wanna be pimp playa punk -ss underground rappin -ss n-ggas
for ya’ll m-th- fuccas
this is that real sh-t
odysea sh-t you know what i’m sayin

- mr doctor lyrics

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