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Dress like a d-boy

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, D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy)
I still dress like a D-Boy
(D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy, 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 Thundercats (Thundercats)
Stay in contact with my peoples, potna, where you at? (Where you at?)
I'm papered 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 6-9-2, 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
I still dress like a D-Boy
(D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy)
I still dress like a D-Boy
(D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy, 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, D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy)
I still dress like a D-Boy
(D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy)
I still dress like a D-Boy
(D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy)
I still dress like a D-Boy
(D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy)
I still dress like a D-Boy
(D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy)
I still dress like a D-Boy
(D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy, D-Boy)