[ Featuring Action Bronson, Big Body Bes ]
Doctor
(Hold on, hold up)
El Doctor, what the f*ck? (Yeah, this that)
El Chemico (ah, shit)
What's goin' on?
Rev the engines up (what's goin' on?)
Come on (what the f*ck is goin' on?)
Ayo, check it (uh, uh)
Two Dukes of Hazzard getting pissy drunk (woo)
Hanging out the moonroof with a magnum, got on Stewie's pampers
Tell the concierge which rooms to send the Louis baggage
Lay your hand on the money, that shit exploded, I booby-trapped it
Me and my duke back in the room rappin', I'm talkin', who's askin'? (Yes)
I'm moonwalkin', movin' backwards in a smooth fashion
On the record, I let cojones drag (drag)
Cheese like Macaroni Kraft
Father forgive me, I'm in a holy bag (Father, forgive me)
Blessings, blessings, no more stressing (blessed, blessed, blesssed)
You're depressing, mailed hash, hair straighteners for the pressing
The cloud of smoke look like a Chevy muffler
Christian artist, yeah, a trucker, silk button up with a Searsucker
You a girly man, really soft, you just appear tougher
He's a phony from his beard down to his veneer structure (fssh)
I'm grinning from ear to ear, had every whip I could ever care to steer (all of 'em)
Pull 'em three of a kind, I never shared a pair (he's a villainous person)
I'm a grinch, I'll ruin your dinner
Versatile, I play the two guard and the center
Minnesota Fats, strike the cue ball in the middle
F*ck, man
It's too much pressure (get me out)
Relieve the pressure
Doctor help me, doctor
F*ckin' big papa pump (show 'em)
My bag development (uh), volcanic with the act development
Explode like many shotties that got the pellets in it (uh-huh)
I pledge allegiance to the fellowship (I pledge allegiance)
Fire that I started with these hands keepin' the kettle lit (uh)
Pour a tea out, serve the elders first (uh-huh)
United Arab Emirates, Presidential Rollies (uh) playin' goalie on the turf (uh)
Without a shirt on (no shirt)
Shit been poppin' since the Nextel chirp chirp, uh
M3 with the skirt on
Charbroiled chicken with the jerk sauce (uh-huh)
Swerve off (yeah), left arm still like Clayton Kershaw
Sell Cocodrillo Turbo (it's me), splash your face with the liquid from Salerno (uh)
One-inch punch to the sternum (uh), f*ck it
Uh
Back out the zoo
Bullets out the wahoo
Ooh-woo, woo-woo, woo, woo
ALC shit
I'm back on it
Girbaud jeans, uh
Shootouts in my dreams
Yes, nothing light
A man of many miracles
Shoot him then deal with him later
Uh, thirty-seven deep in the elevator
God forgive who?
I took a kid and cut off his eyelids
Killin' him slow so he could see what I did
Ain't no fear, my blood feel good, shit is hot
My shit don't never skip a beat, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
I don't give a f*ck about none y'all niggas, man, straight up
