Doctor Doctor
Doctor, doctor, come put the brakes on me
You better send me home
'Cause I ain't leaving till something leave with me
Right now that's all I'm on
I've had a headache for the last three days
And the last couple days I been missing some pay
Do I have AIDS? I'm sniffing and coughing
And really this doesn't happen too often
Maybe I'm tripping, maybe I got the flu
Maybe I'm stressed out, something I'm going through
It's been a week and me and wife ain't have sex
I'm usually a wild guy, I'll break her fucking neck
I'm sick and I'm starting to whimper
It's ninety degrees, it's like December
My temperature is hundred and six
I can't shit and I feel like shit
Doctor, doctor, come put the brakes on me
You better send me home
'Cause I ain't leaving till something leave with me
Right now that's all I'm on
Doctor, doctor, come put the brakes on me
You better send me home
'Cause I ain't leaving till something leave with me
Right now that's all I'm on
More trouble, here comes day two
I took a shit in my white underroos
My eyes look like I been smoking crack
Exlax got me throwing up Big Macs
Nyquil, Advil, Tylenol, Sinus
Carrying my break around like I'm Linus
Maybe it's the pork that I ate in New York
Or maybe my baby mama wanting child support
Or maybe it's the fish that made me sick
Or maybe it's the prostitute I let suck my dick
Or maybe it's just the bottle of vodka
I don't care, I just need to see the doctor
Doctor, doctor, come put the brakes on me
You better send me home
'Cause I ain't leaving till something leave with me
Right now that's all I'm on
Doctor, doctor, come put the brakes on me
You better send me home
'Cause I ain't leaving till something leave with me
Right now that's all I'm on
I'ma kill this bitch
The tip on my dick ain't got an itch
But I couldn't resist the switch
She's the type of bitch made to flinch
Walk passed niggas all in the ass
Or it's because I had a tall glass
I dropped my drawers without my dick wrapped
Perhaps I could catch the crabs
But at that moment that's irrelevant
I knew what I know now, I practice celibacy
And be hesitant from tapping Evelyn
Heaven sent a message when I came back negative
Never fuck a bitch in the ass off a laxative
Doctor, doctor, come put the brakes on me
You better send me home
'Cause I ain't leaving till something leave with me
Right now that's all I'm on
Doctor, doctor, come put the brakes on me
You better send me home
'Cause I ain't leaving till something leave with me
Right now that's all I'm on.
You better send me home
'Cause I ain't leaving till something leave with me
Right now that's all I'm on
I've had a headache for the last three days
And the last couple days I been missing some pay
Do I have AIDS? I'm sniffing and coughing
And really this doesn't happen too often
Maybe I'm tripping, maybe I got the flu
Maybe I'm stressed out, something I'm going through
It's been a week and me and wife ain't have sex
I'm usually a wild guy, I'll break her fucking neck
I'm sick and I'm starting to whimper
It's ninety degrees, it's like December
My temperature is hundred and six
I can't shit and I feel like shit
Doctor, doctor, come put the brakes on me
You better send me home
'Cause I ain't leaving till something leave with me
Right now that's all I'm on
Doctor, doctor, come put the brakes on me
You better send me home
'Cause I ain't leaving till something leave with me
Right now that's all I'm on
More trouble, here comes day two
I took a shit in my white underroos
My eyes look like I been smoking crack
Exlax got me throwing up Big Macs
Nyquil, Advil, Tylenol, Sinus
Carrying my break around like I'm Linus
Maybe it's the pork that I ate in New York
Or maybe my baby mama wanting child support
Or maybe it's the fish that made me sick
Or maybe it's the prostitute I let suck my dick
Or maybe it's just the bottle of vodka
I don't care, I just need to see the doctor
Doctor, doctor, come put the brakes on me
You better send me home
'Cause I ain't leaving till something leave with me
Right now that's all I'm on
Doctor, doctor, come put the brakes on me
You better send me home
'Cause I ain't leaving till something leave with me
Right now that's all I'm on
I'ma kill this bitch
The tip on my dick ain't got an itch
But I couldn't resist the switch
She's the type of bitch made to flinch
Walk passed niggas all in the ass
Or it's because I had a tall glass
I dropped my drawers without my dick wrapped
Perhaps I could catch the crabs
But at that moment that's irrelevant
I knew what I know now, I practice celibacy
And be hesitant from tapping Evelyn
Heaven sent a message when I came back negative
Never fuck a bitch in the ass off a laxative
Doctor, doctor, come put the brakes on me
You better send me home
'Cause I ain't leaving till something leave with me
Right now that's all I'm on
Doctor, doctor, come put the brakes on me
You better send me home
'Cause I ain't leaving till something leave with me
Right now that's all I'm on.
Credits
Writer(s): Tony Cottrell, Rufus Johnson, Obie Trice
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