Papa Doc lyrics

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Now everybody from the 313,
put your mother-fuckin hands up and follow me,
everybody from the 313 put your mother-fuckin hands up.
Look, look,

Now while he stands tough,
notice that this man does not have his hands up.
The Free World got you gassed up
but whos afraid of the big bad woof?

1, 2, 3 and to the 4
1pac, 2pac, 3pac, 4,
4pac, 3pac, 2pac, 1,
You're pac, he's pac, no pac, none.

This guy aint a mother-fuckin MC,
I know everything he's got to say against me,
I am white, I am a fuckin bum, I do live in a trailer with my mom,
My boy future is an uncle tom.

I do got a dumb friend named cheddar bob who shoots
himself in the leg with his own gun,
I did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps
and Wink did fuck my girl,
But I'm still standin here screamin "FUCK THE FREE WORLD!"
And never try and judge me dude
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You don't know what the fuck i've been through.

But I know something about you,
You went to CRANBROOK, thats a private school,
Whats the matter dawg you embarrased?
This guys a gangster?
His real name's Clarence.

And Clarence lives at home with both parents,
And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage,
this guy dont wanna battle, hes shook,
cuz he knows there ain't no such thing as half way crooks!
He's scared to death,
He's scared to look in his fuckin yearbook, fuck CRANBROOK.

Fuck the beat I go accapella,
fuck a papa doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody,
fuck y'all if you doubt me,
I'm a piece of fuckin white trash i say it proudly,
and fuck this battle i dont wanna win im outty,
here tell these people something they dont know about me.

[Thanks to corrinelake@hotmail.com for corrections]