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Mr. Doctor - Bloccstyle lyrics
f/ Brotha Lynch Hung * send corrections to the typist [Mr. Doctor] Chorus x2: This shit is on I got love for the blocc Let ‘em know for the blocc nigga yeah This shit is on I got love for the blocc Nine times for the blocc nigga yeah [Mr. Doctor] Crossed the Crypts out of Burbank high Late night, nigga felt nice Came in through the hole in the fence Threw up the mighty 9 Bloccstyle Homies had to spot some dumb mutha fuckas Rollin' wit the G-B-C down ass fuck All the O-G's showed us what's up Every real nigga from 29th street Kicked up a gang of dust True, this is why we dedicate the rhyme To the niggas from the G-B-C, rollin' wit deuce nine What's the wild straight deucin'? And why the sets in the city of Sac Ain't got no truces How it hurt when the homie Chocalote moved on How it hurt the homie Q-Ball was gone Nigga this is how we livin' And ain't nobody gave a fuck Why you niggasbullshittin' Rival killa, murder his ass In his faggot ass set Wit his bitch made niggas At the hamburger stand Niggas don't understand How the fuck a bitch gonna see out on the spot Wit no love for the blocc This is how it's done nigga I got love for the blocc Nine times for the blocc nigga yeah [Chorus] x 2 [Brotha Lynch] 24 in the mornin' and I'm high as fuck Had the jack-off motion 12 gauge in my trunk Plus that bomb ass chronic from the Garden Blocc And that mutha fucka Doc had a glock So I was coo Coo like the brew I see sippin' on Get yo gut rippin' on Wit yo what Wit yo millimeter chrome See the only thing I see doin' is Gettin' high in the sky And I like to ruin kids Wit my 9 millimeter Strap up, seat up Fuck wit the Garden Blocc And get yo busta ass beat up See what you do is like fill me on some shit And I'm a stay high, way high Just in case my dome split, home sicc For the mutha fuckin' season, of the sicc Cuz you know how others get When I get to spittin' shit Isn't it a mutha fuckin' shame Niggas wanna kill me But still we became, indo'd out And ain't no mutha fuckin' doubt Me setripin' niggas apart Like a ear blow fatality Yeah, this is how it's done nigga I got love for the blocc Four times for the blocc nigga yeah [Chorus] x 2 [Mr. Doctor] St. Ides brew, a joint to the face Seven niggas deep Miller Park was the place Mackin' to a ho, spittin' my shit Kept my fingers round a gat To protect my click from punk shit Nigga check Eleven o'clock, the park's hot I'm watchin' out for niggas wit a gat for the Doc You know, a mutha fuckin' gangsta scene Wit real niggas that bang They real niggas on they own team Straight killas, down for they shit I seen the Creek, the East, The Heights, the Park, the View shit! The rivals is mutha fuckin' deep Stay wit the set locs Damn, we only seven G's [?] Niggas we got the straps and ugh Plus we ain't sleepin' so what Mutha fuckas watch yo backs Chill though, spit to the hoes, killed the folks And watch out for the ricochet gross yeah Cuz that's life in the city, cross the South Sac Garden Blocc, deuce nine, much love, no pity This is how it's done nigga I got love for the blocc Nine times for the blocc nigga yeah [Chorus] x 2 |
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