Текст песни Mr. Doctor - Fill `Em Up
Mr. Doctor - Fill `Em Up слова песни
Cuz nigga we budded at the brain cell and blue downNiggas don`t show they face unless they locsblue rides blue flags everyone else was fuccin hoesCut though get stucc in the spotAnd I could barely breath up in ths biatchFrom all the smoke, god damnLoc`s eyes is bustin while I chokeTote one more to toteThrow the joint to Lynch and slice some mo dopeAdjust my strap so that it`s coo and take a sip of 4Now it ain`t no cavies burnin but chronic got my lips toe upAll at each others throat cuz `94 was crazy as fuccSo I steps out look up at the darknessGlad it`s night and that I`m aliveReady to die, don`t ask whyI don`t know why it`s like thatJust know that locs is gonna dieNigga so when I going dead I`m takin 2Nigga rolls for shit9 for the fuccin set brain (Chorus)LIQUOR! MURDER!Went to the fuccin brain, brainFill `em up with slugsFill `em up, fill `em up to his craniumWith LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder)Sherm to the fuccin brain, brainFill `em up with slugsFill `em up, fill `em up to his craniumDrank LIQUOR! MURDER!Went to the fuccin brain, brainFill `em up with slugsFill `em up, fill `em up to his craniumWith LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder)Sherm to the fuccin brain, brainFill `em up with slugsFill `em up, fill `em up to his cranium I stay high, for the reason niggas is in the seasonAnd I`m sicc of the fuccin stressFill `em up Loc 2 Da Brain andFill `em up like quicc to the shitsNow lets let go of the smokeFlow to the gangsta flowCan`t none of them fucc withGot nigga rolls dyin from contact smokeIt`s a Loc 2 Da Brain insane thangWe smoke to the brain and gang bang with folksGot a indo theory for any nigga that`s out there trippin off that locNow who wanna smoke and who wanna get smokedBy the gang that`s staight locCuz a punk ain`t shit like a bitch ain`t shitThey can all get crept with 4`sSo I steps out look up at the darknessGlad it`s night and that I`m aliveReady to die, don`t ask whyI don`t know why it`s like thatJust know that locs is gonna dieNigga so when I going dead I`m takin 2Nigga rolls for shit9 for the fuccin set brain (Chorus)LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder)Went to the fuccin brain, brainFill `em up with slugsFill `em up, fill `em up to his craniumWith LIQUOR! MURDER!Sherm to the fuccin brain, brainFill `em up with slugsFill `em up, fill `em up to his craniumDrank LIQUOR! MURDER!Sherm to the fuccin brain, brainFill `em up with slugsFill `em up, fill `em up to his craniumWith LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder)Loc to the fuccin brain, brainFill `em up with slugsFill `em up, fill `em up to his craniumNow LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder)Sherm to the fuccin brain, brainFill `em up with slugsFill `em up, fill `em up to his craniumWith LIQUOR! MURDER!Went to the fuccin brain, brainFill `em up with slugsFill `em up, fill `em up to his craniumDrank LIQUOR!(liqour) MURDER!(murder)Sherm to the fuccin brain, brainFill `em up with slugsFill `em up, fill `em up to his craniumNow LIQUOR! MURDER!Loc to the fuccin brain, brainFill `em up with slugsFill `em up, fill `em up to his cranium nigga