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mr doctor - bloccstyle lyrics

[mr. doctor] chorus x2:
this sh-t is on
i got love for the blocc
let em know for the blocc n-gg- yeah
this sh-t is on
i got love for the blocc
nine times for the blocc n-gg- yeah

[mr. doctor]
crossed the crypts out of burbank high
late night, n-gg- felt nice
came in through the hole in the fence
threw up the mighty 9
bloccstyle
homies had to spot some dumb m-th- f-ckas
rollin’ wit the g-b-c down -ss f-ck
all the o-g’s showed us what’s up
every real n-gg- from 29th street
kicked up a gang of dust
true, this is why we dedicate the rhyme
to the n-gg-s from the g-b-c, rollin’ wit deuce nine
what’s the wild straight deucin’?
and why the sets in the city of sac
ain’t got no truces
how it hurt when the homie chocalote moved on
how it hurt the homie q-ball was gone
n-gg- this is how we livin’
and ain’t n-body gave a f-ck
why you n-gg-s bullsh-ttin’
rival killa, murder his -ss
in his f-ggot -ss set
wit his b-tch made n-gg-s
at the hamburger stand
n-gg-s don’t understand
how the f-ck a b-tch gonna see out on the spot
wit no love for the blocc
this is how it’s done n-gg-
i got love for the blocc
nine times for the blocc n-gg- yeah

[chorus] x 2

[brotha lynch]
24 in the mornin’ and i’m high as f-ck
had the j-ck–ff motion
12 gauge in my trunk
plus that bomb -ss chronic from the garden blocc
and that m-th- f-cka doc had a glock
so i was coo
coo like the brew i see sippin’ on
get yo gut rippin’ on
wit yo what
wit yo millimeter chrome
see the only thing i see doin’ is
gettin’ high in the sky
and i like to ruin kids
wit my 9 millimeter
strap up, seat up
f-ck wit the garden blocc
and get yo busta -ss beat up
see what you do is like fill me on some sh-t
and i’m a stay high, way high
just in case my dome split, home sicc
for the m-th- f-ckin’ season, of the sicc
cuz you know how others get
when i get to spittin’ sh-t
isn’t it a m-th- f-ckin’ shame
n-gg-s wanna kill me
but still we became, indo’d out
and ain’t no m-th- f-ckin’ doubt
me setripin’ n-gg-s apart
like a ear blow fatality
yeah, this is how it’s done n-gg-
i got love for the blocc
four times for the blocc n-gg- yeah

[chorus] x 2

[mr. doctor]
st. ides brew, a joint to the face
seven n-gg-s deep
miller park was the place
mackin’ to a ho, spittin’ my sh-t
kept my fingers round a gat
to protect my click from punk sh-t
n-gg- check
eleven o’clock, the park’s hot
i’m watchin’ out for n-gg-s wit a gat for the doc
you know, a m-th- f-ckin’ gangsta scene
wit real n-gg-s that bang
they real n-gg-s on they own team
straight killas, down for they sh-t
i seen the creek, the east,
the heights, the park, the view sh-t!
the rivals is m-th- f-ckin’ deep
stay wit the set locs
d-mn, we only seven g’s [?]
n-gg-s we got the straps and ugh
plus we ain’t sleepin’ so what
m-th- f-ckas watch yo backs
chill though, spit to the hoes, killed the folks
and watch out for the ricochet gross yeah
cuz that’s life in the city, cross the south sac
garden blocc, deuce nine, much love, no pity
this is how it’s done n-gg-
i got love for the blocc
nine times for the blocc n-gg- yeah

[chorus] x 2

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