cock you pricks I love it when I tell em shove it Cause it wasn't that long ago when Marshall sat, luster lacked, flustered Cuz he couldn't cut mustard, muster up nothing Brain
the bling bling flow Bang bang look at the way my chain glow The ring on my fing' cost Jermaine a lot of dough, oh The fuck am I busting my brain for?
is like cocaine cocaine I'm flying on a private plane And I'm so high(so high,so high, I sail in the sky) Cobain, Cobain She blows my brain I'm trippin
so, uh Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here? (Take it all, you need me) Yes sir, niggas said Dr Wine wasn't nothing 3 years later Dr Wine
Ha, ha, ha, ha, we take you to the dark side Come travel Watch out On our metaphoric futuristic type shit As we blow your brains like spliffs Watch out Dr
to toss 10 times divorced I speak in Morse, dot, dot, dash, dot dash (Huh?) I just told you had an ugly ass Type rash unabashed crass with a brain rash
No one's seen the brothers with the three shades of tint Only a sign they're in like Flynt and haven't reached the extent We use the brain as the furnace
my life is? (Huh?) My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin' to get my head straight But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (Umm) And Dr
way but Who's to say, what's fair to say and what not to say? Let's ask Dr. Dre, Dr. Dre? (What up?) I gotta question if I may? (Yeah) Is it gay to play
to get through to you, destroy you There ain't nothing i can't take this chainsaw to *Hailey Makes Chainsaw Sound* Fuckin' brain's brawn, and brass balls
my split personality is having an identity crisis I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful Hearing voices in my head while these whispers echo "Murder murder Redrum" Brain
bling bling flow bang bang look at the way my chain glow the ring on my fing' cost Jermaine a lot of dough, oh the f-ck am I busting my brain for? its
but if you aint trying to hear about the money drugs and women then I aint one to asskkk. Smoke so much that I'm going brain dead Hoes mad at me cause
time out, to get these legal tenders Surrender, nah, I'm goin' out with a bang nigga Fuck Pataki, I gotta do my thang nigga Forty-four mag, bustin' into action Brains
your mind There's no reason to trip, the paranoia never ends Sometimes I stare at the wall when I'm all alone in my room I'm an abusive, reclusive like Dr
that Dr. Dre money and I bought me chain Then I bought me a house, then I bought me a Range Then I bought me some pussy, then I bought me some brains
3, 260 and change We need to reap a little comedic and strange Because we can have many friends, at least people that they call that They use your brain
