and pry open the thigh Here's where I catch like fish Without using my wack ass prophylactics You better stop! And think about it... (repeat 2x) [booty brown
in the sky there was a phantom plane comin' Shinin' in the dead of night, I heard the pilot sayin' Poems that are written by John Keats and Robert Browning
life changed 'cause that night he got *** Killed by another *** over his Rolex watch I got *** for three years off that *** from the Doc I was drinkin
years champion Mrs. Brown She's in the lead No, wait, it's Mr. Brown Mrs. Brown, she's choking!!! Weenies man Chicken fried pork steaks Skinless boneless chicken breasts Mr. BBQ. Mrs. Brown
champion Mrs. Brown She's in the lead No, wait, it's Mr. Brown Mrs. Brown, she's choking!!! Weenies man Chicken fried pork steaks Skinless boneless chicken breasts Mr. BBQ. Mrs. Brown
When Doc, come drop a shitload Grip fo's, mushrooms, did those Dee pistolwhip hoes, a bitch owes.. .. money, bro I stick a zip code Tiptoed, before Doc
helped everybody out if you got sick everybody came to visit Even the doctor wouldn't take pay if he thought you couldn't afford it But old Doc Brown
bye you baby bye you bye you baby bye you bye I love you so so please don't go to those greener pastures in the sky Last week Doc Severs said mom the
fire [Redman (Method Man)] Yo Doc be off the wall We keep a Marly cheap Pulling a Harley deep with a jar of grease Come 1-5-1, straight endo, the spot I fuck brown
my ass with it Slap bitches, Doc, Marshall Maths.. (Print it!) We ex and ass of tabs did it I'm what's happening with no rerun Doc rob Dinero when the
men on your window Usual suspect, I'm the crippled member Get away when I sat down in the office Heat in my lap keep me walkin' awkward While y'all talk it, the doc
rumble, yeah And by the way you can have Bryant Gumble Babe Ruth was good against the white boys But he couldn't hit a nigga like Doc Gooden Marylin
Gotham The Wild West Ah ha, ride [Dre] All you see is the sun reflectin' off of the gun Ready for the showdown to go down at 1 Sweat on my brow, let'
I found my fickle friend out in the alley way He said, You don't look so good. I said, Hey doc, that's great. You started practicing? I never got the
ha, riiiiide.. [Dr. Dre] All you see is the sun, reflectin off of the gun I'm ready for the showdown, that go down at one Sweat on my brow, let's settle
end of a string. But he only loved one single thing -- And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich. His scepter wand his royal gowns, His regal throne and golden crowns Were brown
life changed 'cause that night he got shot Killed by another crip over his Rolex watch I got high for three years off that Chronic from the Doc I was
s nobody better then the west coast felon when he on that lowrider Bike pedaling, Somebody tell Eazy they still yellin' it. I'm with ya homie Doc Dre