W.K.Y.A.

Yeah

Hahahaha

Yo (Lyricist Lounge)

Yo

Comin' to ya live

One two, one two

One two, one two

Broadcastin' live on WKYA

It's Red Dogg in the place and uh

Yo, it's Funk Doc in the place and uh

Get prepared for the double homicidal, spit reality

So rare got you thinkin' it's from another galaxy

Open a whole bottle with throttle, whoop ass

And with one blast, I'm spillin' your mock Clamato

Hang out the black Tahoe, animated like John Bravo

With four fingers stuck in the five hole

Of any given chicken head, ridin' shotgun

I took a lesson from Knock boots, who is the possum?

It's Doc, place your bets, I'm live, D88 cassette

I'm down low, I don't think me and my neighbors met

Raisin' that size hoes in your Avirex (You fall off)

Like interracial relationships

It's the Red Mooly, can't do nann to me

Only kid in fifth grade with an infrared toolie

I'm hard headed, check son, like Con Etta

Sick flow, stay ridin' with the paramedics

I fuck bitches freaky like albino winos

With five hoes high off a Tae Bo

Fine flows, paint pictures, so scary

That motherfuckers say, "Doc, you spit in obituaries"

Not verses, but viruses, get it?

The mic is like pussy, tight, and I'm paid to hit it

(You know you did it) I get the dough (Nigga, switch your flow)

The real gigolo, nigga, your dude's Bigelow

Temporary, switchin' like the seasons change

My team rearrange and bring a whole decade of rain

I bite through steel with these jaws, uh

Life get rocked when Doc and Socks is on the mic

Broads used to say, "Red mad," don't listen to him

Now they with, 'cause I'm in the bed kissin' on Kim

Hips, gorilla, my color, Manila my skin

Dipped in hair so you bares the boxer men

With grr, I'm the D, similar to Michigan

I'm hittin' the pussy, y'all babysittin' 'em

That's why hoes wanna flatten my Michelins

In front of my house with "Fuck you" signs picketin'

Walkin' out to a fight, dog, it ain't us

Clean my teeth and Timberlands with the same brush

I stretch your body out like Jack LaLanne does

OJ attitude, Doc carry the same gloves

Remember me? Doc's the name

Brick City, T-Doc, padlock the game

If it rains, then it's Doc and Big Sock to blame

Herbie Hancock MCs rockin' it

We be kickin' yo' ass on WKYA

We be kickin' yo' ass on WKYA

Say, do it feel good to ya? (What?)

Say, do it feel good to ya? (Wait a minute, yo)

Say, do it feel good to ya? (Hey DJ)

Exclusive on WKYA (Hey DJ, J, J)

My DJ slice the one and two

My hip-hop union's all in favor of cuttin' you

My afro D's for she's find a slut in you

Soon as I find a frame strong enough to cuff or two

I'm over stoked, plus I'm airin' dudes

With metaphors sicker than microwave airplane food

I dare take two pulls off the blunt, that red roll

With head full of merry one, I bury one

Wack nigga chasin' the clout thing

Tryin' to out bling (Bling), I knocks 'em out ring

Yo E, turn it up, if niggas is doubtin'

'Bout to bust, when it blows, we movin' without 'em, cuz

Watch my two arms drop bombs on they entourage

Fuck you, the beef, we love to jump it off

Don't matter what hood Doc's stompin' on

Look what I done to dog, bump the car

Fucked up in the trunk of his aunt garage

He thought I clapped guns, but my guns applaud

Fuck the guns, my palm is up to God

Whether I live or die is up to God

Guerilla tactics way I fuck a broad

Robbin' me, you might be up in yours

Hospital with a IV stuck in arm

To finish off, it might be ick a don (Watch your back)

Or better yet, watch your front

Watch you die over this cheap watch you want

Here it is, the shells of a shotty pump

So next time I get stuck, is that you, punk?

We be kickin' yo' ass on WKYA

We be kickin' yo' ass on WKYA

Say, do it feel good to ya? (What?)

Do it feel good to ya? (Who?)

Say, do it feel good to ya? (Huh, yo)

On WKYA

We be kickin' yo' ass on WKYA

We be kickin' yo' ass on WKYA

Say, do it feel good to ya? (What?)

Say, do it feel good to ya? (Heartstop)

Say, do it feel good to ya? (Bitch)

Say, do it feel good to ya? (On Funk)

On WKYA

We be kickin' yo' ass, yo, yo, yo

We be kickin' yo' ass, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

We be kickin' yo' ass, Brick City, T-Doc

Motherfucker, we be kickin' yo' ass