DOC, LC - 711 lyrics
[DOC, LC - 711 lyrics]
We get loaded in the vacant
Lil’ shit folded with that statement
Down and dirty in the basement
My shit potent it’s that stanky
Sippin’ codeine hydro chasin
Baby leg blunts that’s what I’m facing
Smoking on purple they callin’ it Barney
We runnin’ down on you got guns like the army
My momma keep crying I’m tellin her sorry
On memory lane I’m just sittin’ with charlie
And I’m chillin’ wit Big Doc
Runnin’ the hood we got choppas no harleys
And I’m floating off the rock
Foreign hoes comin’ straight over from London
Sippin on muddy I’m wit my lil
Buddy yeah Train that’s my cousin
Got the streets lookin’ bloody
Hoes claimin’ they
Love me I know that they doesn’t
We riding down on you with choppas
And cuttas you ain’t taking nothing
I did what I had to do I just
Had nothing and now I got something
I was goin’ through pain with my
Momma I’m feeling like fuck everyone
And you know that we get loaded in the vacant
Lil shit folded with that statement
Down and dirty in the basement
I said wake em’ up
Only time can tell that hoe
Gon’ say what’s up let’s break it up
Killas and dealers that through
No shake what’s up can’t hang wit us
You don’t fit in with the gang we dangerous
Come purchase some
Came up in the zoo I make her nervous some
Where I come from get stuck like a trap you
Think you worthless huh now watch me run
Grippin’ the Nina my hands
Feelin’ clammy again lil’ hoe I ain’t dumb
She callin’ me daddy while eatin’
A plan B again
Thought my wife was a keeper
Runnin’ wit thieves they villains they evil
I sold my iPhone I went copped me a beeper
I gotta big choppa the bitch a leg sweeper
Cuz we slide on our opps never stop for cops
Cuz we ride wit chops we got all our Glocks
Coppas think they props snipers on rooftops
White boy got hops cash talk making drops in
Lexus hard top drops
Lil’ shit folded with that statement
Down and dirty in the basement
My shit potent it’s that stanky
Sippin’ codeine hydro chasin
Baby leg blunts that’s what I’m facing
Smoking on purple they callin’ it Barney
We runnin’ down on you got guns like the army
My momma keep crying I’m tellin her sorry
On memory lane I’m just sittin’ with charlie
And I’m chillin’ wit Big Doc
Runnin’ the hood we got choppas no harleys
And I’m floating off the rock
Foreign hoes comin’ straight over from London
Sippin on muddy I’m wit my lil
Buddy yeah Train that’s my cousin
Got the streets lookin’ bloody
Hoes claimin’ they
Love me I know that they doesn’t
We riding down on you with choppas
And cuttas you ain’t taking nothing
I did what I had to do I just
Had nothing and now I got something
I was goin’ through pain with my
Momma I’m feeling like fuck everyone
And you know that we get loaded in the vacant
Lil shit folded with that statement
Down and dirty in the basement
I said wake em’ up
Only time can tell that hoe
Gon’ say what’s up let’s break it up
Killas and dealers that through
No shake what’s up can’t hang wit us
You don’t fit in with the gang we dangerous
Come purchase some
Came up in the zoo I make her nervous some
Where I come from get stuck like a trap you
Think you worthless huh now watch me run
Grippin’ the Nina my hands
Feelin’ clammy again lil’ hoe I ain’t dumb
She callin’ me daddy while eatin’
A plan B again
Thought my wife was a keeper
Runnin’ wit thieves they villains they evil
I sold my iPhone I went copped me a beeper
I gotta big choppa the bitch a leg sweeper
Cuz we slide on our opps never stop for cops
Cuz we ride wit chops we got all our Glocks
Coppas think they props snipers on rooftops
White boy got hops cash talk making drops in
Lexus hard top drops