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the shit - the d.o.c. lyrics

you don’t want to see me cause i’m a west side hustler (west coast)
and i’m through with you busters so (yeah)
give me my snaps cause you owes me, hoes (bring it)
khakis, pendletons, and romeos, n-gg-
west coast rat pack
’88 real n-gg-s, all black (come on)
all back in your -ss again
and you godd-mn right we gon’ win

ren making n-gg-s run and duck
hands on my b-lls, with the d.o.c., not giving a f-ck
we bad luck, here a d-ck to suck
your ho can taste it
with the villain dna when she ready to chase it
i’m on another level than y’all
n-gg-s dressed up like they pope john paul
it’s that new motherf-cking formula, y’all
f-ck the dress code, n-gg- — come and smash the walls
posted up, hoes choked up
d-ck too big, ’bout to tear they throat up
ren give a f-ck, you asking to get cut
comp-town started this sh-t
so n-gg-, what? we all f-cked up
but y’all lucked up; n-gg- brown nosing
drop this n-gg- sh-t, had a whole flame frozen
ho game dozing, in it for something
while you all b-tches y’all in it for nothing

do not attempt to adjust your radio
there is nothing wrong
it’s a must i get my hands on some dead presidents
can’t be hesitant cause the game goes on

to f-ck with ice cube
you gotta sh-t talk, big talk, crip walk
bang hard, run yards, flip cars
cause you f-cking with millionaires, big stars
only clocking a grip will make our d-cks hard
i come through when i handle my business
like a godd-mn menace
n-gg-s think i eat spinach
cause you need a dentist whenever i finish
it’s the grin-ich, with a gang of lieutenants
westside!
connection is the campaign
n-gg-s trying to run sh-t, pull a hamstring
i’mma do the d-mn thang, baby do the d-mn thang
dance!
-ss busting out them pants
i can’t stand it, ram it like the animal planet
the kinda n-gg- that’d take janet for granted
ice cube got that sh-t you grew up on
blew up on, got a lawsuit at home
it’s a shark in the swimming pool
bad news coming through on them 22’s
and i’m hunting you out, little kids got to run in the house
i’m dirty like the south, with a gun in your mouth
click click
n-gg- bang bang for that blang blang
n-gg- get about insane as saddam hussein
give a f-ck if he got him a gang, he outta my range
give him sh-t stains when i get claims, n-gg-

there it is, all right
there it is my n-gg-s
we going back to the beginning though
for real
but even in the midst of this old school sh-t
our young gangstas still bring the pain
doggy dogg break them off something

easily i approach
the microphone with a pocket full of dough
the king of the coast
i’m rocking the boat
stroking your folks
and loc’ing with locs
baby boy got smoked
n-gg- what up, n-gg- what up
i need cheese, paper, bread, and b-tter
nut up and cut up the beef
i got a .44 piece that’ll shut up the
my n-gg-s gonna floss to this
my crip’ed out homeboys gon’ walk to this
creep to the spizzot, and stash my knizzot
then call the dizzoc, you know we got it lizzocked
pop right back on your monkey -ss
then cop a glock back on your funky -ss
been a long time, i shouldn’t have left you
let’s get loot like snoop, nephew
six deuce

here we go
some of this millennium sh-t from the d.o.c., n-gg-
and as long as i’m f-cking around with n-gg-s like ice cube
ren the motherf-cking villain, snoop dogg
dre the motherf-cking doctor, baby number one stunna, n-gg-
jazze pha, nate dogg and the kingpin, x to the motherf-cking z
six2, my motherf-cking silverback family, motherf-ckers
so as long as i keep making these records, this is what you gon’ get
the sh-t — take that mother

- the d o c lyrics

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