40 Oz & Chronic Dice-Mr.Doctor/Foe Loco/Brotha Lynch Hung

[ti:40 Oz and Chronic Dice] [ar:Mr. Doctor] [al:Setripn' Bloccstyle] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]40 Oz and Chronic Dice - Mr. Doctor [00:05.59][Hook: Doc] [00:11.18]Finally the sun went down in the hood and I was budded [00:14.56]Dice game and fat sacks a indo [00:16.43]Service with high times and made it [00:18.30]Rainy days blew me away, so I drank the 4 everyday [00:22.10]Matter fact it was a murder present [00:24.04]One-eight-six point duece that was ridin wit one-eighty-seven [00:26.72] [00:27.23](40 ounces and chronice dice) [00:30.61]Yeah, I stay high muthaf**ka [00:32.60][Lynch] [00:32.98]On my briefcase is some crumbled w**d [00:34.92]Buckshot shells from a dead body [00:37.47]Got a whole bunch a 40's and a couple a hoes [00:40.34]A '95 Fifty sittin on Trues and Vogues [00:43.02]Plus I had a nine in my glove compartment [00:45.52]'Cause everywhere I go niggas love to start sh*t [00:48.83]Five pound chronic dice, in my mits [00:51.19]Fifteen teflons, in my clip [00:54.07]Heard about a lot a sick sh*t in the block, so [00:57.00]I stay locc to the brain and remain incognito [00:59.18]With my twenty sack a the bomb [01:01.62]Money back guarantee, if you hit that sh*t and don't wanna kill yo' mom [01:05.42]Got the clip, glock, Chevy Impala to dump [01:07.42]Stop the glock, no you can't the Doc from the gangbang ni**a [01:10.55]So up goes yo' trigga [01:11.72]Stayin high off the cess, I'm in [01:14.03]And my ni**a say [01:16.04]Finally the sun went down in the hood and I was budded [01:19.34]Dice game and fat sacks a indo [01:21.03]Service with high times and made it [01:23.08]Rainy days blew me away, so I drank the 4 everyday [01:26.52]Matter fact it was a murder present [01:28.76]One-eight-six point duece that was ridin wit one-eighty-seven [01:31.38](40 ounces and chronice dice) [01:35.31]Yeah, I stay high muthaf**ka [01:37.50][Foe Loco] [01:38.00]So f**k ya, rippin off ya forehead and down yo' cheeks [01:40.56]You in the ??? Doc shape 'cause I drop seven by you feet [01:43.24]And ya broke, my pockets are no for load all day [01:45.93]'Cause that eastside slangs 'em in effective ways [01:48.23]And amazing thang [01:49.23]Is the gangbang'll come up off a crap game, poor some mo' drank and dank [01:53.60]Then hits the stain, where my frozen Ides is [01:55.91]Twist off a cap where my liquid suicide lives [01:58.52]Frostbitten from, that Crooked I, I'm lookin through [02:01.03]We get sick, Foe Loco, the mark eastside, ridin on you [02:04.14]He comin at me wrong, damn, we between the sheets [02:06.95]Is suicide on yo' mind, must I leave you on these streets [02:09.76]Raise up off me, but really realizin the strength [02:12.19]Had him readin the ?? and the serial number on this thang [02:15.25]Peep the slug, toke the reefer, let the barrel meet 'cha [02:17.93]Mean mug in the center of the street and the reaper then [02:20.55]Finally the sun went down in the hood and I was budded [02:23.42]Dice game and fat sacks a indo [02:25.67]Service with high times and made it [02:27.54]Rainy days blew me away, so I drank the 4 everyday [02:31.16]Matter fact it was a murder present [02:33.29]One-eight-six point duece that was ridin wit one-eighty-seven [02:35.97](40 ounces and chronice dice) [02:40.52]Yeah, I stay high muthaf**ka [02:42.21][Doc: talking] [02:43.83]Yeah, and a special shout goes out to all the playas on the southside [02:48.20]It's a Garden Blocc thang ni**a, stay rippin, know what I'm sayin [02:51.94]And everythang [02:52.88]Muthaf**kin homies on the eastside, Foe Loco, Bugsy, Lil' Sky and sh*t ni**a [03:01.31]Y'all muthaf**ka's handle that gangsta sh*t [03:03.87]And I'm out 'til the duece-nine, Garden Blocc, ride 'til I die [03:08.98] [03:13.66]Oh yeah, F**K YO' A** SNITCH, you know who I'm talkin to b**ch [03:18.77]F**k yo' a** ni**a, some brand new news a ni**a picked up on [03:23.51]You never know who you can trust [03:26.32]Sometimes you can't even trust ya big homie [03:28.69]I'm out