Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You and I Know, artist - Mr. DoctorDate of issue: 31.05.1999
Song language: English
You and I Know |
| Be havin niggas 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 niggas 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 bitches 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 ass, lazy ass nigga |
| Drinkin let these bitches move and bring the money through |
| And fucc Sicx, that nigga ain’t shit |
| See real niggas like Jerome from the Creek know it |
| If I ever see his ass split the mutha fuccas lip |
| Twist his mutha fuccin shit and take that bitch niggas grip |
| (Chorus: Mr. Doctor) |
| I met niggas 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 nigga |
| Me in the low with the homies with the chips nigga |
| C, Reg, and Foe |
| With a fly ass bitch nigga |
| Be in control with the plot to make my poccets bigger |
| Them real niggas |
| I set shit straight with a .38 |
| At the gate, intensions to move weight |
| Without them niggas that’s fake |
| So one always hate the one nigga that ovewr weight |
| Like me and my nigga 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 nigga fucc what you heard |
| You get served like dope in the set by the curb |
| See none of ya’ll niggas wanna fucc with me |
| And aahhh, none of ya’ll niggas 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 nigga |
| (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 shit right |
| Get your shit 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 nigga 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 niggas loc and drink Bombay |
| And flip niggas domes like dope saccs every single day |
| It’s odd ya see, Odysea on top of shit |
| And I told your ass before about them lyrics worth a grip |
| Worth the chips, sideways like this nigga |
| I did a fuccin licc, had you spottin me his shit nigga |
| (Tre Eight: talking) |
| Yeah man this shit is rightious |
| That’s it for these wanna be G’s |
| Wanna be gangstas', wanna be thugs |
| Wanna be pimp playa punk ass underground rappin ass niggas |
| For ya’ll mutha fuccas |
| This is that real shit |
| Odysea shit you know what I’m sayin |