Текст (слова) песни: Mr. Doctor f Brotha Lynch Hung, Foe Loco - 40 Oz and Chronic Dice

 
(Hook) (Doc) 
Finally the sun went down in the hood and I was budded 
Dice game and fat sacks a indo 
Service with high times and made it 
Rainy days blew me away, so I drank the 4 everyday 
Matter fact it was a murder present 
One-eight-six point duece that was ridin wit one-eighty-seven 
(40 ounces and chronice dice) 
Yeah, I stay high muthafucka 
 
(Lynch) 
On my briefcase is some crumbled weed 
Buckshot shells from a dead body 
Got a whole bunch a 40`s and a couple a hoes 
A `95 Fifty sittin on Trues and Vogues 
Plus I had a nine in my glove compartment 
`Cause everywhere I go niggas love to start shit 
Five pound chronic dice, in my mits 
Fifteen teflons, in my clip 
Heard about a lot a sick shit in the block, so 
I stay locc to the brain and remain incognito 
With my twenty sack a the bomb 
Money back guarantee, if you hit that shit and don`t wanna kill yo` mom 
Got the clip, glock, Chevy Impala to dump 
Stop the glock, no you can`t the Doc from the gangbang nigga 
So up goes yo` trigga 
Stayin high off the cess, I`m in 
And my nigga say 
 
(Hook) 
 
(Foe Loco) 
So fuck ya, rippin off ya forehead and down yo` cheeks 
You in the ??? Doc shape `cause I drop seven by you feet 
And ya broke, my pockets are no for load all day 
`Cause that eastside slangs `em in effective ways 
And amazing thang 
Is the gangbang`ll come up off a crap game, poor some mo` drank and dank 
Then hits the stain, where my frozen Ides is 
Twist off a cap where my liquid suicide lives 
Frostbitten from, that Crooked I, I`m lookin through 
We get sick, Foe Loco, the mark eastside, ridin on you 
He comin at me wrong, damn, we between the sheets 
Is suicide on yo` mind, must I leave you on these streets 
Raise up off me, but really realizin the strength 
Had him readin the ?? and the serial number on this thang 
Peep the slug, toke the reefer, let the barrel meet `cha 
Mean mug in the center of the street and the reaper then 
 
(Hook) 
 
(Doc) (talking) 
Yeah, and a special shout goes out to all the playas on the southside 
It`s a Garden Blocc thang nigga, stay rippin, know what I`m sayin 
And everythang 
Muthafuckin homies on the eastside, Foe Loco, Bugsy, Lil` Sky and shit nigga 
Y`all muthafucka`s handle that gangsta shit 
And I`m out `til the duece-nine, Garden Blocc, ride `til I die 
Oh yeah, FUCK YO` ASS SNITCH, you know who I`m talkin to bitch 
Fuck yo` ass nigga, some brand new news a nigga picked up on 
You never know who you can trust 
Sometimes you can`t even trust ya big homie 
I`m out
 

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