the day, baby, I just don't want to ?Cause he ain't no doctor, now and we always seem to fight He got the perfect body and sometimes he don't even treat
on Don't worry bout why I ain't got mine on I want some new shit, I don't want nothing that you can tell time on Things ain't all good right now Cause
Hey yo this chronic got me to', I try to shake it and break it Thinkin it won't go, I went to see the doctor X-rays it won't show, I even wrapped myself
don't fuck with the foes They be sellin' them soft we had enough of them sold And we work off the hit 'cause we don't fuck with the foes We don't be
't stop now 'cause that ain't me (That ain't me) You see, I won't stop (That ain't me) Ooh, I won't quit (That ain't me) No, I won't stop (That ain'
' Your own bank account, don't laugh, it's not funny You only fucked with him 'cause he got a lotta money But you never get paid, don't lie to me You
of age Ya know things dun change Time to spread our wings Fly to better things Pack your suitcase today?s the day Don?t tell yo mama, don?t tell yo sister
alleys, throw your hands in the air Steppin' to the park in the hill you can?t hang The original baby gangsta on this Compton thang Don?t slip, the
' money in the bag, bitch And I won't kill you What? Oh my God, don't kill me I'm not gonna kill you bitch, quit lookin' around Just don't kill me, I
Gave you a tape full of dope beats to bump when you stroll through in your hood And when your album sales wasn't doin too good who's the Doctor they told you to go
surgery doctor Please give me what I need [CHORUS] When your close my hearts beats slow Like an overload, three seconds from losing control Help me please I'm fading fast Don't
line? Nope, sometimes I don't rhyme Help yourself to a cracker, with a spread of cheddar cheese Have a neck bone, you don't have to say please Eat wutch
sweat, please I won't make it, I get restless speculatin' Sons should bury mothers Every mother don't wanna bury her son, they're sayin' Don't you go
'm revitalized please don't idolize me only one GOD. The ceremony of our innocence is drown seeing evil clowns and they're dancing all around I don't
ll know ya'll booty So please get your punk ass off the street Please, please, do it for your family Don't be stupid, don't make me use it No, lord
ll know ya'll booty So please get your punk ass off the street Please, please, do it for your family Don't be stupid, don't make me use it No, lord, '
mom, him to be a father Boys with guns at the checkpoint in Rafah Wouldn't let me pass when I said I need a doctor I don't know the source of the passport