[Mr. Doctor]
b*atch, I see you standin in the window, fiendin
One o'clock at night a n***a high and baby fiendin
You made it a muthaf**in daily routine
To blow me up, but I ain't callin less I wanna get my dick (ah)
Oh yeah I got the present, thanx for the kicks y'all
Get a carter coat to go with that and I might stay fo awhile
n******go gotcha fiendin for the flavor of dick
Gotcha cravin it, even gotcha tastin
The sh** was simple when I f**ed you on the first date
Damn you must of known I'd go up in ya cus you had on that lace
That night, hooker, I ain't forgot the thick brown a**
But I'll just hit it when I want, yeah I like the way ya f**
(Then why you never call?)
Cus I be stuck in traffic, or handlin business
Why you give me static bout it
Ya know you ain't the only one so what ya trippin ho
Youre fiendin for the deuce-nine dick
And f**in my homie from the four ya know
[Chorus]
Ya treatin me so bad
And I wanna know why
Why did ya do me this way, baby
I wanna know why
Why, why did ya treat me so bad
Whoooooa, I wanna know why
Why did ya treat me, treat me
Treat me, baaaaaad
Why did ya treat me so bad
[Brotha Lynch]
Well I'm so high off this chronic sh**
I bumped my head on a helicopter
And I ain't knowin what to tell my doctor
A couple of hits'll have yout fiendin 24 street dick
The night-stalker from the fo'
Lose a ho, bruise a ho
Do ya ho cus if ya do I'll put you up
We'll make some g's up out of a momo ho
All the free dope you wanna smoke
And if I come up short, I'll let you meet my mini mac 1-0
Cus in the gardens where the chronic grows
We stay high, way high, b**h what you think
I keep my skrilla up in the bank so ain't no gank
So f** me or feed me or you don't need me
Find your BG, kickin it with my YG's
And we just gettin high of this chronic sh**
Bumpin heads on the helicopter
And we not knowin what to tell our doctor
A couple of hits'll have ya fiendin 24 street dick
And break em off proper
[Mr. Doctor]
Now tell me how many joints can ya smoke to this n***a
And how many b*atches will s** my dick
Take a hit, take a hit, then you pa** the sh**
Get to coughin eyes water, why you f**in with the chronic
Cus we dip front to back, and my locos ride
Bumpin season of the sicc, switchin side to side
Now let me slide to some gangsta sh**
Bout a b*atch that we was switchin fo the f** of it
And never had to claim that trick
Blaze some weed, gettin paid from the s**a
And when a n***a leave, pa** a homie on his way to f** her yeeah
Had the b**h down for the calls in fact
Had the muthaf**a straightup macked
[Brotha Lynch]
And thats right b**h, you know me
Runnin that sh** like so much pimp
Some n***a got mad and went to the pad for the mac
But didn't know, I packed a forty-fo
Ho, remember when you touched me on my dick and said
Oh! Yo sh**'s a rock, but you didn't know
You touched the barrel of a forty-fo
Fo in the mornin, ho you was at my door
And I'm knowin these raggety hoes, so b**h
You know I know you was at my locc's house
f** the bullsh**, ho
Cus we know, we got ya fiendin
24 and 29 street dick
[Chorus]