[Mr. Doctor]
b*****, I see you standin in the window, fiendin
One o'clock at night a n**** high and baby fiendin
You made it a m****f***in daily routine
To blow me up, but I ain't callin less I wanna get my d*** (ah)
Oh yeah I got the present, ? for the kicks y'all
Get a carter coat to go with that and I might stay fo awhile
n*****o gotcha fiendin for the flavor of d***
Gotcha cravin it, even gotcha tastin
The s*** was simple when I f***** you on the first date
d*** you must of known I'd go up in ya cus you had on that lace
That night, hooker, I ain't forgot the thick brown a**
But I'll just hit it when I want, yeah I like the way ya f***
(Then why you never call?)
Cus I be stuck in traffic, or handlin business,
Why you give me static bout it
Ya know you aint the only one so what ya trippin ho
Youre fiendin for the deuce-nine d***
And f***** my homie from the four ya know
[Chorus]
Ya treatin me so bad
And I wanna know why
Why did ya do me this way, baby
I wanna know why
Why, why did ya treat me so bad
Whoooooa, I wanna know why
Why did ya treat me, treat me
Treat me, baaaaaad
Why did ya treat me so bad
[Brotha Lynch]
Well I'm so high off this chronic s***
I b**ped my head on a helicopter
And I ain't knowin what to tell my doctor
A couple of hits'll have yout fiendin 24 street d***
The night-stalker from the fo'
Lose a hoe, bruise a ho
Do ya hoe cus if ya do I'll put you up
We'll make some g's up out of a momo ho
All the free dope you wanna smoke
And if I come up short, I'll let you meet my mini mac 1-0
Cus in the gardens where the chronic grows
We stay high, way high, b**** what you think
I keep my skrilla up in the bank so ain't no gank
So f*** me or feed me or you don't need me
Find your BG, kickin it with my YG's
And we just gettin high of this chronic s***
b**pin heads on the helicopter
And we not knowin what to tell our doctor
A couple of hits'll have ya fiendin 24 street d***
And break em off proper
[Mr. Doctor]
Now tell me how many joints can ya smoke to this n****
And how many b*****es will suck my d***
Take a hit, take a hit, then you pass the s***
Get to coughin eyes water, why you f***** with the chronic
Cus we dip front to back, and my locos ride
b**pin season of the sicc, switchin side to side
Now let me slide to some gangsta s***
Bout a b***** that we was switchin fo the f*** of it
And never had to claim that trick
Blaze some weed, gettin paid from the sucka
And when a n**** leave, pass a homie on his way to f*** her yeeah
Had the b**** down for the calls in fact
Had the m****f**** straightup macked
[Brotha Lynch]
And thats right b****, you know me
Runnin that s*** like so much pimp
Some n**** got mad and went to the pad for the mac
But didn't know, I packed a forty-fo
Ho, remember when you touched me on my d*** and said
Oh! Yo s***'s a rock, but you didn't know
You touched the barrel of a forty-fo
Fo in the mornin, ho you was at my door
And I'm knowin these raggety hos, so b****
You know I know you was at my locc's house
f*** the bullshit, ho
Cus we know, we got ya fiendin
24 and 29 street d***
b*****, I see you standin in the window, fiendin
One o'clock at night a n**** high and baby fiendin
You made it a m****f***in daily routine
To blow me up, but I ain't callin less I wanna get my d*** (ah)
Oh yeah I got the present, ? for the kicks y'all
Get a carter coat to go with that and I might stay fo awhile
n*****o gotcha fiendin for the flavor of d***
Gotcha cravin it, even gotcha tastin
The s*** was simple when I f***** you on the first date
d*** you must of known I'd go up in ya cus you had on that lace
That night, hooker, I ain't forgot the thick brown a**
But I'll just hit it when I want, yeah I like the way ya f***
(Then why you never call?)
Cus I be stuck in traffic, or handlin business,
Why you give me static bout it
Ya know you aint the only one so what ya trippin ho
Youre fiendin for the deuce-nine d***
And f***** my homie from the four ya know
[Chorus]
Ya treatin me so bad
And I wanna know why
Why did ya do me this way, baby
I wanna know why
Why, why did ya treat me so bad
Whoooooa, I wanna know why
Why did ya treat me, treat me
Treat me, baaaaaad
Why did ya treat me so bad
[Brotha Lynch]
Well I'm so high off this chronic s***
I b**ped my head on a helicopter
And I ain't knowin what to tell my doctor
A couple of hits'll have yout fiendin 24 street d***
The night-stalker from the fo'
Lose a hoe, bruise a ho
Do ya hoe cus if ya do I'll put you up
We'll make some g's up out of a momo ho
All the free dope you wanna smoke
And if I come up short, I'll let you meet my mini mac 1-0
Cus in the gardens where the chronic grows
We stay high, way high, b**** what you think
I keep my skrilla up in the bank so ain't no gank
So f*** me or feed me or you don't need me
Find your BG, kickin it with my YG's
And we just gettin high of this chronic s***
b**pin heads on the helicopter
And we not knowin what to tell our doctor
A couple of hits'll have ya fiendin 24 street d***
And break em off proper
[Mr. Doctor]
Now tell me how many joints can ya smoke to this n****
And how many b*****es will suck my d***
Take a hit, take a hit, then you pass the s***
Get to coughin eyes water, why you f***** with the chronic
Cus we dip front to back, and my locos ride
b**pin season of the sicc, switchin side to side
Now let me slide to some gangsta s***
Bout a b***** that we was switchin fo the f*** of it
And never had to claim that trick
Blaze some weed, gettin paid from the sucka
And when a n**** leave, pass a homie on his way to f*** her yeeah
Had the b**** down for the calls in fact
Had the m****f**** straightup macked
[Brotha Lynch]
And thats right b****, you know me
Runnin that s*** like so much pimp
Some n**** got mad and went to the pad for the mac
But didn't know, I packed a forty-fo
Ho, remember when you touched me on my d*** and said
Oh! Yo s***'s a rock, but you didn't know
You touched the barrel of a forty-fo
Fo in the mornin, ho you was at my door
And I'm knowin these raggety hos, so b****
You know I know you was at my locc's house
f*** the bullshit, ho
Cus we know, we got ya fiendin
24 and 29 street d***