Comrade Conrad Lyrics - Bill Evans

Give it to me, yo yo give it to me 

Yo, give it to me.. give it to me 

Bitch give it to me.. give it to me 

Nigga give me that cash, bitch give it to me 

Bitch give it to me, or I'll smack the shit out you 

Give it to me.. yo yo yo yo yo! 

Give it to me.. 

Yo, yo yo yo, yo, yo check it 

Yo I'm too old for these young whippersnappers out here 

I'm a legend, you should be poppin corks to my beer 

When I appear, full gear, down from the rear 

Sliced so quick, you thought Doc -- whispered in your ear 

Yeah, there's too many MC's, but not enough MC's 

are raw like that liquid that you pour on mint leaves 

Look around the premises, spot blemishes 

Call me Doc O-Dog, more Menace than Dennis 

It's him in this, the raunchy shit I prefer 

So every word be hard to turn when you stir 

My grill, my balls, my jaws, stretch twelve floors 

Vacate your college dorm halls 

I can stand still and ricochet off the walls 

The gun sparks yourself cause your pee ate the stall 

Who Shot J.R.? I did, right in the melon 

So I could own a ranch and start fuckin Sue Ellen! 

I do murders that's hard to solve through forensic 

Any clash of hash able to burn I bent it 

You push a 6 while I push a rented Tempest 

Rockin, hoe hoppin, bumpin Lil' Kim shit! 

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Aiyyo, niggaz poppin shit Red - "I Don't Kare" 

Bitches say you don't got money - "I Don't Kare" 

Yo niggaz say he nicer than you - "I Don't Kare" 

"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care!") 

He got a big icy chain - "I Don't Kare" 

He got a Benz and a Range - "I Don't Kare" 

His records get mad airplay - "I Don't Kare" 

"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care!") 

Yo yo, fuck all you radio that wanna play clean singles 

I cleaned mine for years and still ain't hit a million (WHY??!?!) 

I get the buddha heads buggin, shit 

I should be four mil' and better for that shit I'm Unpluggin 

Doc rocked every corridor in Florida 

Watch the formula pour sucka absorb it up 

And while you foamin up from the two in your Nautica 

I orchestrate the orchestra to Arkestra 

Never trust no bitch, map your click 

She ain't with it, Call Tyrone to pack her shit 

Funk Doc, Goldeneye, Double-Oh agent 

I be in court more than them dollar cap Haitians 

Lick a shot, BLAOW, think the Doc is goin pop? 

Eat a cock, BLAOW, ready for real hip-hop to 

rock you block, BLAOW, all chicks I turn em out 

Send they boyfriends back home, takin the garbage out 

Ha ha, yo, I'ma sewer rat the tracks 

With gats bigger than Will Smith gat in Men in Black 

And if it's Friday, you better double your lap 

I hit you on the floor sayin, "My neck and my back!" 

Yo, let's settle it out of court for ten dollars smoke 

Two-fifty in Jawbreakers, dollar in envelopes 

Yo, how tight are you? -- Tighter than a Federal jail 

How High? -- You better check XXL! 

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Yo niggaz say you ain't shit - "I Don't Kare" 

Yo bitches say you broke as fuck - "I Don't Kare" 

Niggaz say he better than you - "I Don't Kare" 

"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care!") 

Yo yo, he got a lot of fuckin ice - "I Don't Kare" 

Yo, he got a Benz and a Range - "I Don't Kare" 

He get forty spins a day! - "I Don't Kare" 

"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care!") 

"I Don't Kare" 

"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care!") 

"I Don't Kare" 

"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out" (Milk - "I don't care!")