[Intro: The D.O.C.]
See, it ain't easy
But it's necessary
So we gon' do this in slow motion
Cause they say slow motion is better than no motion
I'm back up in this motherfucker with my nigga Six2
Young Cadillac Seville the Mack
Me? Just call me DOC
The Mack Seville. tell 'em what the bidness is, my nigga
[Verse 1: Cadillac Seville]
Imagine a young man saggin' who attract attractive women
A slap (damn!)
Just so happens that his Mac is converted to rappin'
His satisfaction when he serves up his lyrical tactics
Pervin' on, bumpy, place to place, an expert with masters
More scandal than when the deacon's wife flirts with the pastor
Hesitate when you see his face cause he's verbally badder
Chokin' on herb as he swerves in a burgundy track or two
Was on the curb, he can't turn but he's twerkin' the bastard
Free legendary and the words that he spoke
Young black with a skinny frame, got plenty game in him though
True trouble, some take and touchin' intended to turn him out
Willin' to work his words, roll the weed and burn it out
Inhale the herb (wait)
Then regurgitate what I've learned about
I'm the lyricist from the south with that mouth that you've heard about (that's right)
Walk in the club with clout, but before I pull my drink
Real foes, seven roads, hoe to hoe, shoulder lean
Now I do freaks for two weeks
Consume weed to do these
In two months (a new me!)
You too, Chron (ooh-wee!)
Truly abnormal, like the Elephant Man and Hannibal
I'm not an animal
Tell em again, shit!
See, it ain't easy
But it's necessary
So we gon' do this in slow motion
Cause they say slow motion is better than no motion
I'm back up in this motherfucker with my nigga Six2
Young Cadillac Seville the Mack
Me? Just call me DOC
The Mack Seville. tell 'em what the bidness is, my nigga
[Verse 1: Cadillac Seville]
Imagine a young man saggin' who attract attractive women
A slap (damn!)
Just so happens that his Mac is converted to rappin'
His satisfaction when he serves up his lyrical tactics
Pervin' on, bumpy, place to place, an expert with masters
More scandal than when the deacon's wife flirts with the pastor
Hesitate when you see his face cause he's verbally badder
Chokin' on herb as he swerves in a burgundy track or two
Was on the curb, he can't turn but he's twerkin' the bastard
Free legendary and the words that he spoke
Young black with a skinny frame, got plenty game in him though
True trouble, some take and touchin' intended to turn him out
Willin' to work his words, roll the weed and burn it out
Inhale the herb (wait)
Then regurgitate what I've learned about
I'm the lyricist from the south with that mouth that you've heard about (that's right)
Walk in the club with clout, but before I pull my drink
Real foes, seven roads, hoe to hoe, shoulder lean
Now I do freaks for two weeks
Consume weed to do these
In two months (a new me!)
You too, Chron (ooh-wee!)
Truly abnormal, like the Elephant Man and Hannibal
I'm not an animal
Tell em again, shit!
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