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[Lyrics] Lyrics: Nasty C – Rakim, Doccin Lyrics

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[Intro]
You’re now in the city where there’s a million skee masks, not one cheap ass
Where there’s a million Pacs and not one doc
Where there’s a million pair of gloves and not one pair of scrubs
We ain’t doccin’, we Paccin’
I said: we Paccin’

[Hook]
I could either be Rakim, or I could be doccin’
I think I want the fast cash, bad bitch fat ass
Now I don’t wanna be a doc, I just wanna be Pac
I don’t want a office or a cup of coffee
I want Patron on the rocks, get stoned off the pot

[Verse 1]
She want a brother with ambition, that’s on a mission
She want a brother that’ll listen
And I just hit it and go missing
She had dreams of that LV on her doormat
I had dreams of that gold Rolex so bad
So I can’t be no broke ass postman, no man
I want atleast a one carat snowman, nose ring
That can’t be too much to ask for
The fuck am I in class for?
I’m tryna get my tunes on iTunes and Traxsource
Smoke cause it makes sound fast forward I presume
And plus the folks are sweating me like a locker room
Talking ’bout a doctor’s office and a proper suit
I’m tryna go to cop a coupe and master out the Kamasutra
I could be doccin’, and rocking a pair of scrubs
Or be the new Rakim that’s rocking in every club
Save a brother’s life cause he was involved in a shootout
Or killing MTV top charts when we put the shoot out

[Hook]
I could either be Rakim, or I could be doccin’
I think I want the fast cash, bad bitch fat ass
Now I don’t wanna be a doc, I just wanna be Pac
I don’t want a office or a cup of coffee
I want Patron on the rocks, get stoned off the pot

[Verse 2]
I’m addicted to the morning after chats, Hangovers and bullshitting with the niggas
Scrolling through last night’s pictures
Tripping off the hoes we met and how they’re gone missing
Smiling when we see the leftover Doc Dre prescriptions
Prescribe me some more of that
I keep an airtight circle, cause most of these niggas put you on OLX
Just cause I ain’t put you on a track?
Bitch nigga, I don’t owe you nix
They wanna fuck with me now that I am on
I can’t forget where I’m coming from
But fuck it, this where I belong
I was born for this shit, not anything else
If anything else, I want my fifteen minutes an hour long
Then another 24, then plenty more
Though I am already bored, I’m yet to reach my pinnacle
My mind is tinted so my intentions are dark as shit
My dick is hard as shit
Hard to give a fuck when everybody already on your dick

[Hook]
I could either be Rakim, or I could be doccin’
I think I want the fast cash, bad bitch fat ass
Now I don’t wanna be a doc, I just wanna be Pac
I don’t want a office or a cup of coffee
I want Patron on the rocks, get stoned off the pot

[Refrain]
Don’t wanna be a doc, doc, doc
I don’t wanna be a doc, doc, doc
I wanna be Pac (idol, idol)
I wanna be Pac (That’s my idol, idol)
Don’t wanna be a doc, doc, doc (x2)
I wanna be Pac, Pac, Pac (x2)

[Outro] [x4]
We in the city where everything got a price
Survival of the best, you don’t cut it if you just kinda nice


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