Текст песни Mr. Doctor f Babe Reg - Fucc Yo Side
Mr. Doctor f Babe Reg - Fucc Yo Side слова песни
(Reg)As the adrenaline flows to my dome, it`s on!Them niggas posted up so I bust in the murder zoneThem chromes out the window as I bust from the bacc seatFlags on my face incase they wanna see the BabeThey crazy thinkin they could fucc with Locc 2 Da BrainDoc gave it up and spilled his guts with the gaugeAs C.O.S. sprayed, nigga with the TecI busted the tre-8 three times for my setYes we crept on them niggas straight knoccin em out the bloccMo murder mo murder ears ringin from the gun shots (Doc)Try to peep this 29th Street Garden Blocc, Mr. Doc, gangsta shitLocc 2 Da Brain with a Mac nigga tapped out 40 in the cup (Reg)"7-8-1" (Doc)Then it`s Redrum loccand I`m on the trigga with a twitch niggaNo ride by tuncesHittin dumpin slowand I took a drag up of my "port"Lit up the cushe rolled in them blue zagsFoe jucies faded out the field from all of the smokeTwist up anotha sacc of puff upbefore we roll up in they set (Lynch)NIGGA, WHAT UP WITH THAT DANK CHECC (Doc: yeah) (Reg)Then roll it fatThe Hard-top hit the corner (Doc)Mac 11`s out the window of the Chev (Lynch)Off brans gettin tapped (Doc)That`s what you seenin cuz they didn`t peep the hit (Reg)We had the lights out (Doc)NIGGA (Reg)Pop anotha clip (Doc)They tryn to breakI`m yellin how you feel about Loc 2 Da BrainBitch ass niggasThen I let some more sprayUntil they blood stains the streetNo witnesses, no paybacc triccLoc 2 Da BrainNigga L-O-C (Reg)Beatin slugs out the cutNigga tell me whatYou aren`t steppin out to cutYes are flags is flownI gave it upL-O-C 2 Da BrainNo we outtyHittin a couple of corners Vouge spokesGettin hi-e-i-e-ighYes we`re bout to rideSome niggas bout to dieToni-e-i-e-ightIndo smokeand may locs ride (Doc)Oh it`s the, Bomb highNo handle our bi-is-ness (Reg)3 2 1 (Doc)Nigga tell me now what is this (Reg)Indo smoke (Doc)You gettin held `for we rideLocc 2 Da Brain nigga insaneFucc Yo Side (Lynch)I`m sittin in a pitch blacc roomfull of keysa indo lightin up ya flameshootin, bunchin up the weedand ready to get real highUp in the sky, it`s a gang it`s a game (Doc)LOCC 2 DA BRAIN (Lynch)ShitThem niggas that kill they mama for some fameIt`s called the sicc shitLoc is kinda catchyWhen creepin in yo set loccin up like Joe PesciYo catch me lightin up your set like a point 9 G-B-CBut L-O-C sportin blacc so you can`t see meNigga so call it what you wantIt`s that B-A-B-Y K-I-double L-I-NMany niggas are dyin Shit, from that 12 gauge pumpFeaturin that nigga that`s from that 4 bloccBut Loc 2 Da Brain all up in the funk (Doc)The bomb high so let`s handle our bi-is-ness (Reg)3-2-1 (Doc)Nigga tell me now what is this (Reg)Indo smoke (Doc)You gettin held `for we rideLocc 2 Da Brain nigga insaneFucc Yo Side