| I get on a nigga head like a New Era
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| Cancer, with dancers that look like Drew Berra
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| Pimp who wear a, new pair of Gucci’s, I’m doogie
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| Spit like loogie, strapped with
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| Yes, yes, best dressed, throwback like fresh, fresh
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| Been in everything from G5 to SS
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| Bad news, girls, guns and booze
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| Run with fools, ho’s choose, come with tools
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| Who’s the cleanest, meanest, genius
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| Dope as intravenous, shaking subpoenas
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| Al Boo Boo, too cool, wrote the old school
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| Yoke the new school in a
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| In the Coug out, doog’d out
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| Wild child, my momma made me move out
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| Too loud, this a new route, follow me now
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| Ew, I hear the hook calling me now
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| She cold on the pole, ew she hit it
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| Got stuy with it, said my movie did it
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| Said I’m like an uzi with it, when I spit it
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| She can’t help it she got to get doogie wit it
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| Get doogie wit it
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| Get doogie wit it
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| Get doogie wit it
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| Get doogie wit it
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| I’m trying to stay number one without stepping in number two
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| I’mma leave the house man my weapon is coming too
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| I’m real Cali, catch me in Mill Valley
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| In a on some ill Rallys
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| I smell rich, look rich, look bitch
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| You heard the hook, a nigga trying to juk, bitch
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| No chump change here, keep near
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| Ride Benz' and Beamers, no Mustangs here
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| We roll Euro, I’m so thorough
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| Squat to the Marriott with your girlo
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| Man I’m drunk I’ve had to many martinis
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| Took a wrong turn and now I’m in the boonies
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| But all my whips is navigated, my screens is animated
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| Everything is automated, them niggas got to hate it
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| Pablo made it, Mr. Full Blood
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| It made me doog up and tear the booth up
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| She cold on the pole, ew she hit it
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| Got stuy with it, said my movie did it
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| Said I’m like an uzi with it, when I spit it
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| She can’t help it she got to get doogie wit it
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| Get doogie wit it
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| Get doogie wit it
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| Get doogie wit it
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| Get doogie wit it
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| All these rhymes I’ve been dropping
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| Keep me diamond shopping
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| And you wouldn’t believe the weed I’ve been copping
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| Straight grade, call me the grape ape
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| That ain’t a Backwood man, wait, wait
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| I drive with no license, see
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| Want it, buy it, no matter what the price is
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| Nigga with dreads from the city on the edge
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| Smoke nigga like Benson and Hedges
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| Give me a Remy with a lemon wedge
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| I’m trying to get my nuts sucked like Lemon Heads
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| I got the feeling with the biggest stunta’s in the building
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| «Thizz what that is?» |
| Uh, I’m just chilling
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| I look in the mirror, it tell me I’m cool
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| What you expected? |
| Resect it, Bay Area fool
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| Shut up, light the blunt and let doobie hit it
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| Turn up the beat and let’s get doogie wit it
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| She cold on the pole, ew she hit it
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| Got stuy with it, said my movie did it
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| Said I’m like an uzi with it, when I spit it
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| She can’t help it she got to get doogie wit it
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| Get doogie wit it
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| Get doogie wit it
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| Get doogie wit it
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| Get doogie wit it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Doogie Wit It , by - Mac Dre. Song from the album Dre Day July 5th 1970, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп