It's the Diggy Diggy Doc, y'all, pumpin' it yes, y'all D.O.C. on the system, we kick it fresh y'all Lettin the bass thump on and strong and hard for PPP
come Well I'm the king of the ave and I'm the king of the block Don't like what I'm pumpin'? You can suck my cock Well I'm funk doc, I got all the fly
doc, whispered in your ear Yeah, there's too many MC's but not enough MC's Are raw like that liquid that you pour on mint leaves Look around the premises, spot blemishes Call me doc
this out Yo, check the newsflash Grab the mic, buck until my neck gets whiplash My lethal weapon tongue need a gun permit badge Mastermind any flow that can shine Doc
Can we rock? What's up doc? Can we rock? What's up doc? Can we rock? What's up doc? Can we rock? What's up doc? Cha cha cha, cha cha What's up Pa, yo
over a livery stable Doc Brown and his satchel went And on the hitchin' post at the kerb below To advertise his wares He nailed a little sign that read "Doc
? Well, tell me about it. Hey, Doc, hey, Doc, I wonder what's wrong with me. [Spoken] You look like you're beat to your chops this morning. Hey, Doc, hey, Doc
and rugged Pumped it for the Hit Squad, yo, they cold dugged it You know my style, man, yo, check the stats Down wit the Mic Doc, my DJ is Scratch Straight
She's the prettiest girl I've ever seen The walking definition of a beauty queen Every man in town wants to take her away But she hasn't always been this
Good things come to those who wait And only fools rush in I've let those words guide my fate Time and time again But nothings etched in stone And
This old house,It's covered in dust This old house,has seen better days This old car has turned from red into rust this old car dreams of the old highway
She said, "I got this hat in California From a man on the street, his name is Joe Have you ever been to California? Well, you really got to go" She said
I've been waiting for the perfect moment My hands are shaking but my heart is true I've been waiting to say I love you But I want to be sure you'll say
I met her a month ago, down at the boogie ranch She came onto me in her red polyester pants I've never had a woman so drop dead fine It's hard to believe
(VERSE 1) He woke up on a cold floor In a motel on the south side of nowhere and he swore That this is the last time Like the last time before Just
Like a mile wide tornado, Coming through the Mid-West. She walked into my scene, And you know the rest. I heard she never got those letters that I sent
Why, Why'd I let you In Why did I Pretend That This Time would Be Different Again Cause here I am Right Back in these chains Taking all the blame Well
Driving through the long night Trying to figure who's right and who's wrong Now the kid is gone I sit belted up tight She pulls on a match light glowing