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dope d.o.d. – groove lyrics

[intro: redman & skits vicious]
ha man, redman fool
d.o.d n-gga
(yo
uh huh, uh huh,)
yeah!
(word, god d-mn it maztek
you k!lling them again son, uh
yo im gonna let this one roll,)
oww!
(yo uh huh uh huh yo skits vicious
yo yo)
let`s go let`s go

[verse 1: skits vicious]
i don`t care where you`re coming from(h-ll no!)
i spit ninja stars straight popping through your bubblegum
double trouble, double gun time splitters
never subtle the vibe gives spines shivers
house of rhyme mirrors you in a maze lost
a cage fight is how we face off
get the f-ck up, simon says get the f-ck up (get the f-ck up!)
funk doc, d.o.d., dumb f-cks get chopped up,(yes!)
locked up with the mug shot
bite my sh-t and watch how your tongue rots
you ain’t close to us by a long shot
you a joke so this is where the fun stops
nun chucks and shuriken blades
this sh-t turns most made men to maids
they follow orders i make them surrender
hit yo -ss up from the bottom when you enter

[chorus]
now (groove), mc`s ain`t got no guts but
(we do) so just turn the volume up and
(groove) if you ain`t got the urge to bust well
(we do) so just turn the volume up just
(groove) the scene ain`t got no guts well
(we do) so just turn the volume up and
(groove)if you ain`t got the urge to burst well
(we do)just turn the volume up just (groove)

[verse 2: redman]
oh my god homie i’m the sh-t i got flies on me
feel like f.b.i.`s eyes on me
but i don`t sell crack, i sell real rap
the fans tired yelling out “where the sk!lls at“
i`ll show you i got them, doc from rock bottom
dog`s a rottweiler, lock me in asylum
the local hero hanging with the weirdo`s
heat like pacino k!lling de niro
my dre beats rocking, women is e popping
i get them off like they meeting a new cochrane
yeah your boy heavy i been food shopping
i eat the track sh-t it out then you drop it
i got no manners brave like atlanta
i gotta d.o.d. banner and a head cannon
and if you f-cks wanna know where your man landing
i gotta party going on in the grand canyon
n-gga

[chorus]

[verse 3: jay reaper]
n-ggas make fake sh-t, ya cake b-tch tasteless
i`m impatient i just take sh-t rapist
bates sh-t, hit a b-tch in the braces
and paint faces, when i`m locked in my bas-m-nt
it`s basically based on that one night i sp-ced
in a rage, i split a b-tch face on the pavement
i`m satan, the god of the game you be playing
and i`m praised in 88 ways in 8 great nations
a mason, displaying the ways of the ancients
they gave me the gift now i`m blazing like cajun
you must be mistaken, thinking that i`m freddy but i`m jay-son
creating a patient amazing, i`m just saying
i`ll be spraying like a super saiyan
human torch, my whole crew is flaming
jay piven, i’m the best d-mn movie agent
the multi made it, and i wrap it up by saying
groove

[chorus]

- dope d o d lyrics

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