the 45 King, Ed Lover] Who's the man (yea, yea) Who's the man (check this out) Who's the man (four niggas) Who's the man (four distinct styles) Who'
ve got the mumps And tomorrow I'll catch chicken pox as well. Doctor doctor doctor make me well I've not got long to go now I can tell Doctor doctor doctor
{Father:} There's a doctor I've found Could bring us all joy! There's a doctor I've found could cure the boy! There's a doctor I've found could cure
: {Father:} There's a doctor I've found Could bring us all joy! There's a doctor I've found could cure the boy! There's a doctor I've found could cure
kno, I kno They tryna figure out, what's my business incentives I'm simply tryna speak to who or whatever will listen And reach out to the kids who the doctor
we say 'what's up' the shit seem weird But there's a question I prepared for you How could you fuck the only people who ever cared for you? A thug changes
instead of 'it wasn't me' I'm gonna say 'where you get a key from?' I love the way your butt swishes But non of these slut bitches is worth me asking my doctor
its my chance to flush him My fans'll brush him My mans'll rush him Imagine if I would've used my hands to touch him Who want it with I You run with
school teachers Who don't wanna teach You got grown people Who can't write or read You got strange diseases Ah but there's no cure You got many doctors Who
got date raped when they told the doctors she'd sued the found no chemicals was in her bloodstream ''well nothing malicious, but the alcohol levels were suspicious!'' when asked who
show you off to people you my prize, Nothin' like a girl who likes to wear a pair of Nikes, Shinin' like my high beams cooler than some ice tea, Yeah I got a female, who
raft, Roof of the world I sit, crosslegged, right over left, Drums of dance to drums of war, Who knows the score? Speak no more, Who watches down with
More Than The Hyphy Movement Who Gon' Pull My Car Who Gon' Call Me Out Im In The Game Now You Gon' Have To Haul Me Out Who Gon' Bust That Shot Who Gon
Why You Be Trippin Z-ro?) [Verse 1:] They say my music won't make it, cause I don't rap cars or dancing, I rap pain, poverty and fraud romancing, who
Lovers Anonymous You talk about your troubles And we throw you a line Call us up, we will answer night 'n' day Talk to us, we're the ones who found the way Doctor
phony motherfuckers And even if I did die young, who cares All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares I got homies in my head who done passed away