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Mr. Doctor - What Ya Wanna Do (Sumpthin' Ya Odysea) lyrics
f/ Foe Loc (Chorus) (Foe Loc) What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What you wan do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What you gon do (Doc) Yeah yeah huh Everybody wanna sip of Bombay Be coo when the homies slam shit then dip If he got a strap then he must be ready to trip If he got his own then he must be ready to flip If he got yo bitch maybe now she succin his dicc If he at yo home maybe now he wearin yo shit I be knowin now, baby I be rollin Eclipse What ya knowin now ain't you on the run for some shit Ain't nothin changed in the hood look around Except we all grown up and don't be givin a fucc Mr. D-O-C Ya selfish ass homie take bitches like this and dump em in a ditch And ya tape ain't hip Yo style is a trip You be slurin and shit It must be a lisp I be makin a grip fuckin wit Blacc Market 45 on my hip shushin up in my pocket It's only me Say it now "Fucc Doc" wit me Yo bitch be sayin it when I'm up in the pussy When I'm makin it bushy it's on me When you waitin all alone it's on you What ya wanna do (Chorus) (Foe Loc) What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What you wan do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What you gon do (Doc) I took chances and made moves To be the boss I proved You can't levatate and fizz if you don't make hits Like this Mr. Doc Holiday drinkin Bombay wit my nigga Slim and Tre Around the way hoes get fucced Spend all they loot then ship through the cut See I don't really about breakin bread Like my nigga Ced But I ain't gonna be broke ya dicc head And realism, Bloccstyle got ya hot I step bacc and let all these fake niggas lie on they traccs Yo daddy say that shit so you can know what goes Now what they about the hood if they ain't did it before What, they seen it Ain't you seen it Swartzanigga ain't shit if he ain't loc 2 da brain bitch And on the front lawn Carrying a nine Like Odysea do that shit all the time Except me, I keep a 4-5 Cuz if I got hit wit one They must be the shit and that's on my dicc See the world's a coo place but ya let it on Get yo ass involved wit them ones who get you wetted nigga (Chorus) (Foe Loc) What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What you wan do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What you gon do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What you wan do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do What you gon do (Foe Loc) It is most definitly Sumpthin ya ought to see Between you and me Odysea is where the for realaz breed proceed with extreme caution please Or approach on your knees Cuz you can't fucc wit these Supreme gangsta MC's (Chorus in Baccround) (Doc talking) Maaann god damn, you see nigga that's what happens every time you put this nigga Doc on the microphone man somebody get hurt like that nigga, and Foe Loco and my nigga Reggie and my nigga Slim and Tre, you see you put them niggas behind some of that Stone Age shit nigga, some of that shit from my nigga Crip man god damn I'm out this motha fucca nigga, you see what I'm sayin baby, you see what I'm sayin baby, 'm out this motha fucca... |
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