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Nasty C

Rakim, Doccin

 

Rakim, Doccin

(album: Price City - 2015)


You're now in the city
Where there's a million ski masks, not one cheap ass
Where there's a million Pacs and not one doc
Where there's a million pair of gloves, and not one pair of scrubs, Price City
We ain't doccing, we Paccing
Yeah, I said, we Paccing

[Hook:]
I could either be Rakim (I could either be Rakim)
Or I could be doccing (Or I could be doccin')
I think I want the fast cash (Can't get the money)
Bad bitch, fat ass (Damn that's fat)
No I don't wanna be a doc (I don't wanna be the doc)
I just wanna be Pac (I just wanna be Pac)
No I don't want a office or a cup of coffee
I want Patron on the rocks, getting stoned off the pot

She want a brother with ambition, that's on a mission
She want a brother that'll listen, and not just hit it and go missing
She had dreams of that LV on her doormat
I had dreams of that gold Rolex so bad
So I can't be no broke ass postman, no man
I want at least a one carat snowman, nose ring
That can't be too much to ask for
The fuck am I in class for?
I'm tryna get my tunes on iTunes and Traxsource
Smoke cause it makes time fast forward I presume
And plus the folks are sweating me like a locker room
Talking 'bout a doctor's office and a proper suit
I'm tryna go to cop a coupe and master out the Kama Sutra
I could be doccing and rocking a pair of scrubs
Or be the new Rakim that's rocking in every club
Save a brother's life cause he was involved in a shootout
Or kill a MTV, top charts when we put the shoot out

[Hook]

I'm addicted to the morning after chats, hangovers and bullshitting with the niggas
Scrolling through last night's pictures
Tripping off the hoes we met and how they've gone missing
Smiling when we see the leftover Doc Dre prescriptions
Prescribe me some more of that
I keep an airtight circle, cause most of these niggas put you on OLX
Just cause I ain't put you on a track?
Bitch nigga, I don't owe you nix
They wanna fuck with me now that I am on
I can't forget where I'm coming from
But fuck it, this where I belong
I was born for this shit, not anything else
If anything else, I want my fifteen minutes an hour long
Then another 24, then plenty more
Though I am already bored, I'm yet to reach my pinnacle
My mind is tinted so my intentions are dark as shit
My dick is hard as shit
Hard to give a fuck when everybody already on your dick

[Hook]

Don't wanna be a doc, doc, doc
I don't wanna be a doc, doc, doc
I wanna be Pac. Idol, idol
I wanna be Pac, that's my idol, idol
Don't wanna be a doc, doc, doc
Don't wanna be a doc, doc, doc
I wanna be Pac, Pac, Pac
I wanna be Pac, Pac, Pac

We in the city where everything got a price
Survival of the best, you don't cut it if you just kinda nice
[x4]

done

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