move this paper I guess it's all the same to you But I can't sit around and wait Can't sit around and wait for you It never works, you said you'll call me later
sit Between two large Albanian women With excruciatingly severe body odor And the little kid in back of me Kept throwin' up the whole time The flight attendants ran out of Dr
here? Where do we go from here? (Take it all, you need me) Yes sir, niggas said Dr Wine wasn't nothing 3 years later Dr Wine got a budget 4 years later
be the homeboy's lady (oh, that bitch) Eighty degrees, when I tell that chick please In a dog pound, feelin' the breeze. [Chorus] [Verse Three:] Later on that day My homey dr
to show and tell Sheryl don't like Beans 'cuz Beans rude She wish Beans would go back to Chicago with her dude Sayin' he don't like Dr. Wick But Dr.
hollering home Hovering and hovering and hollering home Dr. Baker phoned me again later that day Said he cried and he really sounded out of it His wife was dead and his dog
superfreaks, out here tryna get me Wanna hit me, wanna say, they done been 'round the truth In ya bed or the booth, I'm the ghetto Dr. Ruth When I do
Rose [Nancy Rose] Keith you gon' hold this track down for me? I'm goin upstairs to change, I gotta get on stage Aight? I'll be back later [Kool Keith
this nigga That's my favorite artist Fuck y'all hear the breakdown [Verse 1: The Game] No detox I'm comfortable dog Like the solo Reeboks right up under me dog
nigga hooked me up with dat nigga Master P flew me 2 tickets now I'm chillin down in Cali dont' have no money like Snoop Dog or Dr. Dre but I'm glad so
sit between two large Albanian women with excruciatingly severe body odor And the little kid in back of me kept throwin' up the whole time The flight attendants ran out of Dr
show and tell Sheryl don't like Beans cuz Beans rude She wish Beans would go back to Chicago with her dude Sayin he don't like Dr. Wick but Dr. Wick don
than this nigga That's my favorite artist Fuck y'all hear the breakdown [Verse 1: The Game] No detox I'm comfortable dog Like the solo Reeboks right up under me dog
and let 'em all hurt Several years later Im the nigga in the tall vert Section A killer man all I need is yard work Hard work, flatland Adam-ville, dog
do we go from here (Take it all you need me) [Yung Berg:] Yes sir Niggas said Dr Wine wasn't nothing 3 years later Dr Wine got a budget 4 years later
