(Mr. Doctor)
Be havin n***as stooled
See what the rhymes will do, fo soon
Gallons of 94 proof wit cha crew
I pacc low...too
That's where the lyrics 'll keep you
Ya scrapin' wit cha dogs about hoes
And who want the tightest load
It's like control
Me and my n***as got put on and stapped with a mac
And let the world know that
With that Bloccstyle tracc and that locced out rap
It ain't no b**hes around when i'm like blazin in the bacc
With my "kaks"
Stuffed with the world's fattest dope sacc
I smoke that bomb in Juice's Cadillac
I'm...a crazy a**, lazy a** n***a
Drinkin let these b**hes move and bring the money through
And fucc Sicx, that n***a ain't sh**
See real n***as like Jerome from the Creek know it
If I ever see his a** split the mutha fuccas lip
Twist his mutha fuccin sh** and take that b**h n***as grip
(Chorus: Mr. Doctor)
I met n***as like you and Foe
Know to act wild cuz you and I know
What really go (backround: Shanita)
The question is who bang like me O-E...Odysea
The truth is only Odysea
(Mr. Doctor)
Now what you know about this n***a
Me in the low with the homies with the chips n***a
C, Reg, and Foe
With a fly a** b**h n***a
Be in control with the plot to make my poccets bigger
Them real n***as
I set sh** straight with a .38
At the gate, intensions to move weight
Without them n***as that's fake
So one always hate the one n***a that ovewr weight
Like me and my n***a T.D. from the East, and Tyri
Who make beats like Griff
And who got chips
And who ride like Blacc Market
Me and X in the Lexus
And the bird, so n***a fucc what you heard
You get served like dope in the set by the curb
See none of ya'll n***as wanna fucc with me
And aahhh, none of ya'll n***as wanna get blazed like weed
Like a key, to get blazed by Odysea
And Blacc Market in the bacc of the same Lex with the beat n***a
Chorus
(Mr. Doctor)
Like this, dog I'll smoke out with you homie
Act like you know me and knocc bacc a 40
Tryin to get your sh** right
Get your sh** tight
So close to midnight and the way I excite
The way I recite gangsta lyrics and you hear it
I see you load on keys and I'm quicc to commandeer it
Like the term, to bust straps and drink Cogniac
To spit rhymes for Twamp till my n***a get bacc
I heard this tricc tried to scream my dogs name
So what you say?
Come around my way where mutha fuccas don't play
The "Rose", where n***as loc and drink Bombay
And flip n***as domes like dope saccs every single day
It's odd ya see, Odysea on top of sh**
And I told your a** before about them lyrics worth a grip
Worth the chips, sideways like this n***a
I did a fuccin licc, had you spottin me his sh** n***a
Chorus
(Tre Eight: talking)
Yeah man this sh** is rightious
That's it for these wanna be G's
Wanna be gangstas', wanna be thugs
Wanna be pimp playa punk a** underground rappin a** n***as
For ya'll mutha fuccas
This is that real sh**
Odysea sh** you know what I'm sayin