| Yo, if this pussy nigga can’t get it live |
| Get him the fuck out and let Doc take the job |
| I guarantee hardcore funk for three months |
| Warranty within that three months is like prenups |
| I take half, of everybody’s sales, I don’t give a fuck |
| You’re rap, R & B or, folk or country |
| You could do a duet LP with Billy Dee |
| I’m the Doc pure water lettin' Bay Watch the slaughter |
| I jump off stage and kick him in the fade |
| I’m lifted like my back carry helicopter blades |
| Fuck a police raid, this a bum rush |
| You’ll agree like Siskel and Elbert with your thumbs up |
| Like Doc is that nigga that’ll freak the funk |
| Yeah, Doc is that nigga that’ll blaze the skunk |
| Feel my vibe, give me five on the backhand side |
| Well alright then, well alright then |
| Hah yo, I see y’all niggaz tryin' to win, dyin' to sin |
| Liquidate my formats then apply it to skin |
| I put work in, my label should be buyin' a Benz |
| 'Cause with the chrome I’m swift like the hand on Sharon Stone |
| C’mon, it’s about the scrilla |
| Metronomes put holes in bitches silicones then they peel 'em |
| I hang with ghetto hoes that, thumbtack they ceiling |
| 'Cause when it’s time to throw joints, they the ones illin' |
| I’m way above 90 plus tax, kleptomaniac |
| Take the change out your blue mousetrap |
| Lo-Jacks is no match to locate, what I demonstrate |
| You need two Dr. Dre’s to phone tap, me |
| Capital D.O., yo |
| I keep a dirty piss when I see P.O., yo |
| My phone number’s 9 9 fuck you |
| My crew swing like Bruce Lee num-chuks do, up to |
| No good, to make myself clear |
| Any girl ask for drinks is the biggest chicken in here |
| Like Run say, «This is the way» |
| Def Squad lock it like that channel on Super bowl Sunday |
| Y’all niggaz ain’t ready, for Reggie |
| I B. Steady, to rob that bank in Philly |
| Break Cool C out then ask her what the dilly? |
| Pass them the AK so we can get busy |
| I’m at 112 with Jacque with my neck up |
| This chicken scopin', «Who the fuck parkin' that Lincoln?» |
| It’s D-O-C, Def Squad crew |
| I’m ready to fuck baby, how about you? |
| Doc is that nigga that’ll freak the funk |
| Yeah, Doc is that nigga that’ll blaze the skunk |
| Feel my vibe, give me five on the backhand side |
| Well alright then, well alright then |
| Yo yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, you ain’t fresh |
| Still crack a cold Beck’s and keep the hoes in check |
| Spit a rhyme to make your neck disconnect your chest |
| This Gillette style be Acura and XX, well it’s |
| Doc, blow your wife MX |
| At the hotel Niko, spankin' that Coleco |
| I get you hot if you’re, lookin' through the peephole |
| Niggaz start duckin' out, like I work for repo' |
| Fo'-fo' Italian chrome, bitches yellin', «Champagne» |
| I stick the whole Mo' bottle up inside a hoe |
| Just 'cause I can flow, I’m not a sucker |
| I just love to fuck ya fuck ya fuck ya fuck ya |
| Doc is that nigga that’ll freak the funk |
| Yeah, Doc is that nigga that’ll blaze the skunk |
| Give me five, feel my vibe on the backhand side |
| Well alright then, well alright then |
| Yo, I said Doc is that nigga that’ll freak the funk |
| Yeah I blow my fuckin' weed if you’re out of skunk |
| Feel my vibe, give me five on the backhand side |
| Well alright then, well alright then |
| Well alright then, well alright then, yeah |