Lyrics Goin' To Da Clinic - K Rino

Goin' To Da Clinic

My mind is in the gutter, rolling down Calhoun
Me and Murder One finna pick up a gal soon
I shouldn’t fuck with these dope fiend prostitutes
But at 3 in the morning they be kind of cute
So we picked one up by the
Snatched the little chickenhead up and then drove straight
The whole ride was just swallows, hollers
Hit it so good, heiffer gave me five dollars
Realized I shouldn’t move so fast
Cause she played Burger King and flame broiled my ass
Went to the bathroom, I must be dreaming this
Hand grenade, butcher knife, hot grease steaming piss
The girl looked good when I done it
Saw the freak the next day and I almost vomit
My meat is hot and I ain’t smiling
Stick my dick in a bun you could sell it at Coney Island
So now I got to go to the clinic
I got to go to the clinic
I got to go to the clinic
And get my dang-a-lang fixed
My next door neighbour done growed up
The thighs, the headlights, the booty done blowed up
She can’t never have a steady man
Because she hotter than the barbecue sauce at Timmy Chan
And you the one that gotta feel silly
Cause you stuck your cracker in the wrong bowl of chilli
She can get robbed and wouldn’t care
Cause if they say, «Stick 'em up!», she’ll put her legs in the air
Tryna hideout and keep to yourself, being low-key
Tryna diss me, I bet you won’t go pee
Check the toilet for a minute
Piss was hot enough to fry five skillets of chicken in it
Not getting cured is a drastic act
You’ll be walking 'round the hood with your shit in a plastic sack
Be careful when you D her
I heard the crabs on her cat even caught gonorrhoea
So now you to go to the clinic
You got to go to the clinic
You got to go to the clinic
And get your dang-a-lang fixed
Once met a freak who could burn like gas
She could give you gonorrhoea just by hugging your ass
Goes to the clinic once a month like a career
Been burnt so many times her penicillin said, «You again?»
Last time she went they made her get out
Doctor got mad and quit and said, «You figure this shit out»
«I keep rubber, she can’t burn through those»
Cos, you better bring about twelve of them hoes
Because yo, she ain’t got no self-respect
Everybody ought to keep their health in check
Because the Big A will fold your ass
And I’ll be at the graveyard saying, «I told your ass»
That uh you should have went to the clinic
You should have went to the clinic
You should have went to the clinic
And got your dang-a-lang fixed