Rakim, Doccin Nasty C

[Intro]
You're now in the city
Where there's a million ski masks, not one cheap ass
Where there's a million Pacs and not one doc
Where there's a million pair of gloves, and not one pair of scrubs, Price City
We ain't doccin', we Paccin'
Yeah, I said, we Paccin', yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I could either be Rakim (I could either be Rakim)
Or I could be doccin' (Or I could be doccin')
I think I want the fast cash (Can't get the money)
Bad bitch, fat ass (Damn that's fat)
No I don't wanna be a doc (I don't wanna be the doc)
I just wanna be Pac (I just wanna be Pac)
No I don't want a office or a cup of coffee
I want Patron on the rocks, getting stoned off the pot

[Verse 1]
She want a brother with ambition, that's on a mission
She want a brother that'll listen, and not just hit it and go missin'
She had dreams of that LV on her doormat
I had dreams of that gold Rolex so bad
So I can't be no broke ass postman, no man
I want at least a one carat snowman, nose ring
That can't be too much to ask for
The fuck am I in class for?
I'm tryna get my tunes on iTunes and Traxsource
Smoke cause it makes time fast forward I presume
And plus the folks are sweatin' me like a locker room
Talking 'bout a doctor's office and a proper suit
I'm tryna go to cop a coupe and master out the Kama Sutra
I could be doccin' and rockin' a pair of scrubs
Or be the new Rakim that's rockin' in every club
Save a brother's life cause he was involved in a shootout
Or kill a MTV, top charts when we put the shoot out