Get it Live

[Verse 1]

Yo, if this pussy nigga can't get it live

Get him the fuck out and let Doc take the job (Ha)

I guarantee hardcore funk for three months

Warranty within that three months is like pre-nups:

I take half, of everybody's sales, I don't give a fuck

You're rap, R&B or, folk or country (Ah-hah)

You could do a duet LP with Billy Dee

I'm the Doc pure water lettin' Baywatch the slaughter (Oooh!)

I jump off stage and kick him in the fade (Huh)

I'm lifted like my back carry helicopter blades

Fuck a police raid, this a bumrush

You'll agree like Siskel and Ebert with your thumbs up

[Chorus]

Like Doc is that nigga that'll freak the funk

Yeah, Doc is that nigga that'll blaze the skunk

Feel my vibe, give me five on the backhand side

Well alright then (Well alright then)

Well alright then (Well alright then)

(Ha, yo, yo)

[Verse 2]

I see y'all niggas tryna win, dyin' to sin

Liquidate my formats then apply it to skin

I put work in, my label should be buyin' a Benz

'Cause with the chrome I'm swift like the hand on Sharon Stone

C'mon, it's about the scrilla

Metronomes put holes in bitches silicones then they peel 'em

I hang with ghetto hoes that, thumbtack they ceiling

'Cause when it's time to throw joints, they the ones illin'

I weigh a buck-90 plus tax (Haha)

Kleptomaniac (Ha), take the change out your blue mousetrap (Ha)

Lo-Jacks is no match to locate, what I demonstrate

You need two Dr. Dre's to Phone Tap, me

Capital D.O., yo (Yo!)

I keep a dirty piss when I see P.O., yo (Yo, yo, yo!)

My phone number's 9-9-FUCK-YOU

My crew swing like Bruce Lee nunchuks do, up to

No good, to make myself clear (Huh)

Any girl ask for drinks is the biggest chicken in here

Like Run say, ("This is the wayyyyyyyy!")

Def Squad lock it like that channel on Superbowl Sunday

Y'all niggas ain't ready, for Reggie

I B. Steady, to rob that bank in Philly (Ha, huh!)

Break Cool C out then ask her: "what the deally?"

Pass them the AK so we can get busy!

I'm at 112 with Jacque with my neck up (Ah-hah)

This chicken scopin', "Who the fuck parkin' that Lincoln?"

It's D-O-C (Ah-hah)

Def Squad crew (Ah-hah)

I'm ready to fuck baby, how about you?

[Chorus]

Doc is that nigga that'll freak the funk (Ooowww)

Yeah, Doc is that nigga that'll blaze the skunk (Ooowww)

Feel my vibe, give me five on the backhand side (Ah-hah)

Well alright then (Well alright then)

Well alright then (Well alright then)

(Yo yo, yo)

[Verse 3]

Yo, yo (Yo) yo, you ain't fresh (Uh-huh)

Still crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check

Spit a rhyme to make your neck disconnect your chest

This Gilette style be Acura and XX, well it's

Doc, blow your wife MX (Uh-huh...)

At the hotel Niko (Uh-huh...), spankin' that Coleco (Uh-huh...)

I get you hot if you're, lookin' through the peephole

Niggas start ducking out, like I work for repo'

Fo'-fo' Italian chrome, bitches yellin' "Champagne!"

I stick the whole Mo' bottle up inside her hole

Just cause I can flow, I'm not a sucker

I just love to fuck ya, fuck ya, fuck ya, fuck ya...

[Chorus]

Doc is that nigga that'll freak the funk (Ooowww)

Yeah, Doc is that nigga that'll blaze the skunk

Give me five, feel my vibe on the backhand side

Well alright then (Well alright then)

Well alrigh-yo, yo (Well alright then)

[Chorus 2]

I said Doc is that nigga that'll freak the funk

Yeah, I blow my fuckin' weed if you're out of skunk

Feel my vibe, give me five on the backhand side

Well alright then (Well alright then)

Well alright then (Well alright then)

Well alright then (Well alright then)

Well alright then (Well alright then)

[Outro]

Yeah

Ah-ah-ah