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Rick Rock Fancy cars, movie stars, real exotic clothes Delivery service, what'd you sell? Ballin' outta control I still dress like a D-Boy (D-Boy) I still dress like a D-Boy (D-Boy) I got a voice out here, I ain't got no laryngitis ('Gitis) Everything that I do is a plus, not a minus (Minus) Keepin' my foot on they throat, they neck, all on they sinus (Sinus) I get better with age like fine wine, bitch, I'm timeless (Timeless) I'm locked in with the torpedoes and the Thundercats (Thundercats) Stay in contact with my peoples, potna, wherе you at? (Where you at?) I'm paperеd up like a printer, like a fax (Like a fax) These suckers is uppercase letters, all cap (All cap) Used to step on a crack and I was superstitious ('Stitious) When I was pushin' them packs, my lifestyle was explicit (Explicit) Got a rifle that'll knock the head up off a rhino This ain't a water gun, my nigga, not a toy, Mattel or Tyco (Tyco) Never play the game to lose, gotta play to win (Win) Niggas be beefin' like Fox and CNN (CNN) Lookin' out for the 6-times-2, I still be paranoid (Paranoid) Poncherello on me, I dress just like a D-Boy (D-Boy), biatch Fancy cars, movie stars, real exotic clothes Delivery service, what'd you sell? Ballin' outta control Letras de cancionesI still dress like a D-Boy (D-Boy) I still dress like a D-Boy (D-Boy, uh-oh, let a fixture paint the picture), let him paint it Multiply, that's multiplication, sellin' narcotics and medication ('Cation) Prepared for altercations, ready to spin them bullet casings As to how I'm the body racin' and turnin' the hog into some bacon Protect yourself no matter how much time that you facin' Don't let 'em play you like a banjo, bring the sounds like a tuba You gotta watch your back, your plan, your spine, your head and medulla Don't let the funk delay your gouda, don't let 'em take you off your square Call your favor in or put a bounty on his head A sucker might not like you, bet his bitch do (Bitch do) Cold part about is you ain't got a clue (A clue) You can lose your life for nothin' on a fluke (On a fluke) Based on speculation if you're loose (If you're loose) They call me Doctor Do-A-Lot, they call him Doctor Do-A-Little He gossip like a botch and pillow talk, a pussy willow I'm havin' my euros and pesos and U.S. Mint (U.S. Mint) Throw that boy a lint roller, bruh, his pockets is full of lint (Full of lint), biatch Fancy cars, movie stars, real exotic clothes Delivery service, what'd you sell? Ballin' outta control I still dress like a D-Boy (D-Boy) I still dress like a D-Boy (D-Boy) I still dress like a D-Boy (D-Boy) I still dress like a D-Boy (D-Boy) I still dress like a D-Boy (D-Boy) I still dress like a D-Boy (D-Boy) From Letras Mania