off kiss my ass with it Slap bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths.. (Print it!) Weed x and acid tabs did it I'm what's happening with no rerun Doc rob Dinero
on your window Usual suspect, I'm the crippled member Get away when I sat down in the office Heat in my lap, keep me walkin' awkward While y'all talk it, the doc
is protected By the Red And Tical Slap it down Way out of bounds Throw in your towels Fo' we gun down Yo, flipmode, toilet bowls explode When Doc come
Hydro indo (Buddha) Hah cocoa yo, ya ya yo I need some brown weed (Lady) All day I need some brown weed (Jenny) I need some cut (Lady, lady) Now these
lip tucked She says Doc, I want my slim hips so I'm a slim figure The white girl says my hips are not big enough And yo, Doc, inject the collagen and
witch doc, he says it's rice grains Dropped from airplanes, sprayed with anthrax Operation Peking, take the ground back It's found in brown rats And in
ha, riiiiide.. [Dr. Dre] All you see is the sun, reflectin off of the gun I'm ready for the showdown, that go down at one Sweat on my brow, let's settle
end of a string But he only loved one single thing and that was just a peanut butter sandwich) Now his scepter wand his royal gowns his regal throne and golden crowns Were brown
Wild Gotham The Wild West Ha ha, ride All you see is the sun reflectin' off of the gun I'm ready for the showdown that go down at one Sweat on my brow
control Quit playin', turn the music up a little bit Bounce with me now homey let's get into it You wanna search me then search me but hurry up cause I'm thirsty I need that, brown
nobody better Then the west coast felon when he on that low rider Bike pedaling, Somebody tell Eazy they still yellin' it I'm with ya homie Doc Dre on
's this is G's is more than palm trees and weed is more than movie stars and models is more than Holleywood Boulevard and Roscoes more like east-side browns
a wrestler Elliot Ness ya, bow to my pressure Step to J5 you're getting played like Fester I be the ever handy Hard like rock candy Down with Mork and Mandy Won't date Sandy brown
I found my fickle friend Out in the alley way He said, you don't look so good I said, hey doc, that's great You started practicing? I never got the note
t really pimpin', I'm tryin' to catch the bus The Krush Groove ain't got shit on Cold Crush We dolly dolly babies 'cause we shootin' cats 'Back to the future' rap with Doc Brown
suspect, I'm the crippled member Get away (kisi ko)when I sat down in the office Heat in my 'lac keep me walkin' awkward While y'all talk it, the doc