Fuck You
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Come on, Doc, tell it like it is
A bitch is a bitch and you been dissed
This is Doc from the mob
And I about to step to ya
I'm a tell a lil' tale about a Trifle ass crook
She was the love of my life
Yeah, well that's a joke
We got home early from tour
About a quarter to seven
After six months of hell I missed my lil' piece of heaven
Duff dropped me by the pad about nine fifteen
Me benz was in the drive way
Wait, mine's black and that's dark green
The door was ajar, I threw a clip in my nine
I dropped my hat on disgust
My girl was blowin' his mind
I couldn't believe it, she was sitting there
Had knee pads on and everything beat this
She had the nerve to ask, "What you doin home so soon?"
Bitch this is my world, my house and my room
As she tried to explain with fake tears in her eyes
I despised the past love and believing her lies
Just pack your shit and honey leave my ring
She left with what she came with
Not a goddamn thing
I said, honey you lost
Now you're a mirage
So get that shit out of my driveway
And the fuck outta dodge
Matt Dillon's gonna run your ass out
I don't really need you
And I don't really want you baby
Said I
I don't really care
I, I don't really need you mama
Said no more, no more
This bed that you made's a been
Torn and tattered
And it smells like another man
This bottle that I drink is for you, baby
You've made me just a meaner man
I did all I could every change I got
Bought you diamonds pearls
Even gave you my rock
But you threw it away on a six month fling
This motherfucker's a square, can't even sing
So you ladies be warned, don't diss my crew
'Cause my crew will do for me before you will do
But we got each other back
Enough's enough
That's Doc from the Mob and my homeboy Duff
That's me, that's right
I'm sick of hearing la de da le de da
From your ass
I don't really want you, baby
Said, I don't really care
I, I don't really need you, mama
Said no more, no more
This bed that you made's been torn and tattered
And it smells like another man
This bottle that I drink is for you now, baby
You've made me just a meaner man, yeah
You said you'd really take care of me
Instead you just made me bleed
How's that make you feel, huh?
See, I don't know what you're thinkin'
My name's Doc, not Nintendo
You can't play me
So don't call, don't come see me
I want you to leave the keys to my house
Leave the keys to my car
Leave me the keys to my homeboy's car
'Cause I know you got his keys
Ice Cube said it best "A bitch is a bitch"
"Yo, Duff let's get out of here
Wait a minute, this is my motherfuckin' house"
"That's right, man"
Yeah!
Yeah!
Come on, Doc, tell it like it is
A bitch is a bitch and you been dissed
This is Doc from the mob
And I about to step to ya
I'm a tell a lil' tale about a Trifle ass crook
She was the love of my life
Yeah, well that's a joke
We got home early from tour
About a quarter to seven
After six months of hell I missed my lil' piece of heaven
Duff dropped me by the pad about nine fifteen
Me benz was in the drive way
Wait, mine's black and that's dark green
The door was ajar, I threw a clip in my nine
I dropped my hat on disgust
My girl was blowin' his mind
I couldn't believe it, she was sitting there
Had knee pads on and everything beat this
She had the nerve to ask, "What you doin home so soon?"
Bitch this is my world, my house and my room
As she tried to explain with fake tears in her eyes
I despised the past love and believing her lies
Just pack your shit and honey leave my ring
She left with what she came with
Not a goddamn thing
I said, honey you lost
Now you're a mirage
So get that shit out of my driveway
And the fuck outta dodge
Matt Dillon's gonna run your ass out
I don't really need you
And I don't really want you baby
Said I
I don't really care
I, I don't really need you mama
Said no more, no more
This bed that you made's a been
Torn and tattered
And it smells like another man
This bottle that I drink is for you, baby
You've made me just a meaner man
I did all I could every change I got
Bought you diamonds pearls
Even gave you my rock
But you threw it away on a six month fling
This motherfucker's a square, can't even sing
So you ladies be warned, don't diss my crew
'Cause my crew will do for me before you will do
But we got each other back
Enough's enough
That's Doc from the Mob and my homeboy Duff
That's me, that's right
I'm sick of hearing la de da le de da
From your ass
I don't really want you, baby
Said, I don't really care
I, I don't really need you, mama
Said no more, no more
This bed that you made's been torn and tattered
And it smells like another man
This bottle that I drink is for you now, baby
You've made me just a meaner man, yeah
You said you'd really take care of me
Instead you just made me bleed
How's that make you feel, huh?
See, I don't know what you're thinkin'
My name's Doc, not Nintendo
You can't play me
So don't call, don't come see me
I want you to leave the keys to my house
Leave the keys to my car
Leave me the keys to my homeboy's car
'Cause I know you got his keys
Ice Cube said it best "A bitch is a bitch"
"Yo, Duff let's get out of here
Wait a minute, this is my motherfuckin' house"
"That's right, man"
Credits
Writer(s): Duff Mckagan
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Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Heroes (feat. Steve Jones) [Live from Islington Assembly Hall, London, 2024]
- All Turning Loose (feat. Lee Ving)
- My Name is Bob (feat. Joe "Shithead" Keithley)
- Heroes / True To The Death Rock N’ Roll Ballad
- Tenderness: Live in Los Angeles
- Lighthouse (Expanded Edition)
- Lighthouse
- Longfeather
- I Saw God On 10th St.
- Lighthouse
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