The D.O.C. Lyrics

The D.O.C. Lyrics

"Portrait Of A Masterpiece Lyrics"

Whatever Happened to Eddy Lyrics
Writers: Doug Supernaw, Kenny Jackson, Allen Huff Well what the hell happened to Eddy Has he done climed on the wagon for the haul It ain't like him headin' home half drunk When we ain't out of alcohol Well whatever happened to Eddy He use to be the keeper of the torch She must have it rared back and ready 'Cause he's the first dog on the porch I wonder wh

Yea, c'mon
C'mon, yea, c'mon

Let's take a trip but not of the physical
Sense of direction on a kid who's artistical
Through a gallery of thoughts, of course it's dope
Pay it tough like the name on my rope
Watch it be weary instead of steppin wit the boys
A musical massacre of inadequate noise
By the new authority 'cause a majority
Of peers who hear will award superiority
To those who know you knew now it's inevitable
I laid the track and it's simple unforgettable
Time had told me better than gold, I sold
And in front of a group of soul is a new episode
So like see if you can grab a pawn yet another one
Take it to the everyday like it's done the son
Words connected up to another degree
And if an artist who planned it there, portrait of a mas
Like A Record Player Lyrics
I'm like a record player I keep goin' round with a needle in my arm making someone else's sound and lately I've been dreaming of blue and empty skies but nothing like that ever crosses red and weary eyes I've been traveling with bottles working close with cans sitting up forever with my best friends in a van They've been saying "just a li
terpiece
It's unquestionable
The lyrics used, the D.O.C.'s a professional
Nothing exquisite to prohibit you from listening up
Crisp and clean but I don't mean 7-Up
I preside ill dippy dope to frantic to panic
And just a man on a mission wit something more in the attic
I'm just an ordinary, faring very few
Do it to the mic, is the D.O. to the C., you
Made the choice that doesn't need to pretend
I'm on the extend, I know about the ?(elevator end)?
But anytime between I'm spendin'
Play strong, write it like it never ending
Keep creating while suckers are hating me now
Keep the upper hand 'cause the respond is gonna plow
No one can handle the physical torture
I've been taking and no matter what, I'll support'cha
Goals and dreams although is seems it won'
Natalie Lyrics
If makin' money was easy as spendin' money I'd have spendin' money to spend on you Believe me honey, I'd be spendin' money like a fool I know all of my money is nothin' but spendin' money To a rich man in Park Avenue Y'know I haven't got a lot, but what I got I wanna share with you Chorus: Natalie...the moonlight is for free and it does not cost a dime to spend time he
come true
All of that is up to you, yo
But if you can't handle
You need a check, 'cause rap's like a gamble
Basically outspoken, keeping them choking on
But you recall, yo, a helluva rap song
Doing it forever together wit Dre, it will never cease
Money and records like "Portrait of a Masterpiece"
Not an exceptionalist
Instead of the norm, walking and holding my testicles
?(swoon for a six)?, spell out what it means to be dope
The D.O. to the C., they can't cope
Deal the real, yo, it's better 'cause I had to be
Better than any 'cause of majority
Negative never, I'm all about a positive force if you recall
It's the D.O.C. on the ball
That much greater, Dre upon the fader
Pump the bass at the pace
Most like by the D.O.C and this is it
Mooncycle Lyrics
one two three four five six seven eight don't you know it's all to, all to late nine ten, lion's den, sell the hide, suicide come with me, you will see how it's all supposed to be Shapes of fire, blinding light Step into the ring tonight Join us in our song of longing for a shape of greater might We praise the moon you join us soon We chant f
'Cause when it's hype, then I feel that it's the shit
Word, never would I stop, I drop the beat I will
Especialy when I have to kill
I'm an annihilator, standing a full 6' 3
And I really don't think you wanna deal wit me
Potrait of a, watch out, I'll go..

[DOC] Hold on Dre stop the beat, let me catch my breath
[Dre] Aiyyo man, why ya stopping that was funky
[DOC] To catch my breath
[Dre] Alright you got it (yea) kick it

Strong blowing kisses to the wind
The D.O.C. in fact to attack the wicky wack
And take the rightful place at a rightful time
The D.O. to the C. and it's mine
Move, 'cause no one's gonna take the spot
Doing the groove, why, 'cause it's the diggy diggy D.O.C.

[Dre]Yeah, that's cool, let's go to the next record.