The D.O.C. And The Doctor Songtext
von The D.O.C.

Yo Dre let′s kick it on the one black, and we don't stop
Makin′ records that people are cold checkin' and respectin' and
Because it rocks, the sales won′t stop
Those of the Doctor

And I′m the diggy diggy D.O.C. y'all, pumpin′ it yes y'all
D.O.C. on the set, to be kickin′ fresh y'all
Letting the bass G-O, and flow, with soul, so I
Can play, leavin′ the rest to D.J. Dr. Dre

It's the diggy diggy D.O.C. y'all

When I hear a (bass) drum, I gotta get dumb, though some
Think it′s a fable, and label me not able to come
Cold correct, so I jet, back to my room
And invent somethin′ to compliment the boom
Of a kick, 'cause I want it all like in Monopoly
The great′ll make not a mistake, make sure it's
Properly done, strictly for public satisfaction
So you′re in awe when I'm in action


′Cause overdue, from me to you, was a song
Strong, bumpin' to test ya thumpin' system upon
I deliver, somthin′ to shiver, ya peak level
And if you want it deeper, Dre yo go get a shovel
Yo, as ya bump it, ya speakers rattle
This is all over the world, but without a
Satellite, that′s twice, I hype the mic, make it dumb
And Dre is the engineer, but on the drum

It's the diggy diggy D.O.C. y′all

I want you to turn up the radio, listen to the lyrics
And I let the bass go, so you can hear it
Bumpin', your speakers are thumpin′, dig it
Yeah you like it, you know the album? Get it
And I'll keep producin′, and inducin'
A rhythm with a style that makes you get loose
And sweat, 'cause I′m as good as you′ve gotten yet
Some say they could handle, you wanna bet?

And I don't understand the misconception
Thinkin′ if you make it, you go in one direction
When you're in flight, yo, you gotta fly high
But so you were born, so ya die
It′s all evolution, here's the rule
Evolve, my meaning, enroll in a new school
And learn the tricks that makes the mix dumb
Then be certain to keep suckers hurtin′ when it comes to a drum

It's the diggy diggy D.O.C. y'all


Yo! And now your eardrums, are cold full of the big beat
But you′re attached, like ankles are to feet
So you listen, and as it′s played you pump it louder
But through your speakers you're sparkin′ some gunpowder
Check it for a second, listen and behold the
Great as I open up your mind like a folder
Down with the science, I'm rockin′ like a musical
So when you're listenin′, you're seein', me an′

Dre cold sweatin′ 'cause you know we′re like strivin'
For number one, not for four and number five and
Nothin′ can mean more than to make it last a lifetime
In the middle of his mix and my rhyme
Never been in need, now that Dre is on the cut
You may think I speak of music, but I speak of comin' up
Rollin′ to the homies in the city gettin' dumb
The sound of the D-O to the C, and the drum

Yo, it's the diggy diggy D.O.C. y′all
Dre, drop it
(Oh yeah)
(Oh yeah)
Yo, it′s the diggy diggy D.O.C. y'all
(Oh yeah)
(Oh yeah)

Is that a yes y′all? (oh yeah)
Is that a yes y'all?
Is that a
Is that a
Is that a yes y′all?
Fresh (oh yeah)
For those who know (oh yeah)
Peace