Tekster:
I Got You On Tape Doctor Watching

' And if you get mad, sorry brother And when you're in L.A., watch your colors I'm a MD, but no medical doctor Mic-Dominator Donald-D has got you Comin

, Funk Doctor Spock, P.S. Rumble in the Jungle, I bumped into Fugees On the humble, on the one-deuce, my bundles Be raw diggy, surprise you like you saw titties On

the glocks If your peoples don't getcha, you still ain't off clean The politicians' mask is worse than Halloween I write the funky scripts so you know I got

I ain't gotta say I would riding like an engine bitch I ain't gotta say I'm hood I tell a hoe to follow me and swallow me I be spending money like I fucking

career But I'm really packin woppers, pistols rusty like Pam Grier [Chorus] [Interlude] "Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping" [2X] [E-40] They might be taping "Taping, taping, taping-taping-taping

motherfucker You need to watch who you beef wit You need to watch who you beef wit Yeah nigga, watch who you beef wit Watch who you beef wit

did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Anarchy

'em I sent you to help ya and give ya directions Wherever you're going so that you don't miss the route See, I send you traveling far, unadulterated

I can't eat MC's 'cause I lost my appetite I'm a beast You a midget With wack lyrics Like doctor evil said (quiet, shut up, zip it) I rain superior My