[Hook]
It ain't the way you walk
That makes you a gangsta
It ain't the way you talk
That makes you a gangsta
No matter now many guns you got
You ain't no gangsta
Cause you ain't gon' bust no shots
And that ain't gangsta
[Verse One]
Me and the mic like Adam and Eve
Getting y'all nose open like Claritin D
I'm back in the basement, the black Julio Iglesias
Got hoes that's not high maintenance
Can you taste it? Bricks in the air
So next year, they elect Doc for mayor
Whoever the king now, give up the crown
And don't fumble when you running for touchdowns
I'm one quarterback that can throw the bomb
That's why half my arm is golden bronze
Over a hundred yards
sh** I even hit the man in the stand, yelling hot dog
Believe it, my rhyming is good
Each Row is d**h like it is signed to Suge
I'm one hot n***a you can find in the hood
So don't find your punk a** lying in the woods
Dead and stinking, L.O.D. back on the map, we linking
There's gonna be a lot of funerals and Lincolns
Keith Murray got his sh** together so f** you and whoever
Gillahouse, that's the code
I spit fire like that dude that won Next Episode
Stop drop and roll while Bricks unload
Muddy Waters, who next to get IKSRFO!
[Gov-Matic Interlude]
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[Verse Two]
Chicks know I'mma freak on the low
Doc like Saddam, you can find me in the hole
In the bed, they say "Red tied me to the post
f**ed my brains out." With your hands on my throat
I know they like the way I rock the boat
Wax a**, my dick squirt Mop N Glo
Mob Double O, I'm in the traffic dipping
You trying to win a Benz with a raffle ticket
But you can have the car and the j**els
I don't need material to put fire to you fools
I started young
Made my umbilical cord a guitar and my mother's stomach a drum
Made my first hit when I was three months
Celebrated, left my mom throwing up
Funk Doctor, don't spit he throw it up
Like a fo' fo' built in my lower gut
Yeah, one time for you motherf**ing n***as
Yeah, one time for you motherf**ing b**hes
Yeah, one time for you motherf**ing n***as
Yeah, one time for you motherf**ing b**hes
I'mma show you how to smoke now, my blunts fat and then yo' a** fat
So b**h let's go f**
I'mma show you how to smoke now, my blunts fat and then yo' a** fat
So b**h let's go f**
[Verse Three]
Yo, pins and needles, needles and pins
A happy n***a, is a happy n***a that sins
I'm like Jackie Chan in the hand with pens
Mixed with Jet Li and Anthony Anderson
My clientele is Seinfeld status
My rap quotables, best thing since Hamlet
I'm in the hood like Planned Parent
Bust a nut, get up and put her on ma** transit
Redman is in the house motherf**er
I put the infra red dot to your trucker
I'm underground, I live out of bunker
This ain't the world of Willy Wonka
It's the Bricks n***a