In Da Lab Lyrics

[Intro]
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
Go redraw, there's no birthdate
You didn't label it, there's no birthdate
It's in the wrong tubes and yo, there's no birthdate
And you know we don't run no blood without a birthdate

[Chorus 1]
You can find me in da lab, bottle full of crap
But mommy I got the plates if ya into growin' that
You gonna have to wait though you wanna have it STAT
So call talkin' that smack, I'll just tell you it ain't back
You can find me in da lab, bottle full of crap
But mommy I checked the plates and they growin' hella staph
You better ask your date why broke out in that rash
Cuz RPR is back, Treponema in dat a**

[Verse 1]
When I pull out dat slide, you see the whites in clumps
When the blood's hemolyzed, they all deny they the one
Nurses mad I said "redraw", and now they NEVER show me luv
But when you work in da lab, your best pal can be a glove
But homie ain't nothin' changed, crit down, white's up
I see that micro in tha' cut
Yo homie, tee that slide up! (tee that slide up!)
If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a pipetted pimp
Been splashed with a few vials, but I ain't positive yet
On the ward, e'rry day they sayin' "Lab is so wack"
They haters, I want em' to luv us like they luv path
But holla in da lab, the techs'll tell you I'm loco
And the plan is to spin these samples in a circle
I'm fully focused man, crossmatchin' on my mind
Got a mL out tha' vial, antibodies still bind
Now shorty said she sendin' some bile, she sendin' micro
The cap, she didn't screw tight, now it's all over my clothes

[Chorus 2]
You can find me in da lab, urine full of casts
But mommy the prep is wet if you into whiffing that
I'm into my pipettes, I ain't into runnin' STATs So come with solid stool for C. Diff, I'll send it back
You can find me in da lab, bottle full of crap
But mommy I got the plates if ya into growin' that
You gonna have to wait though you wanna have it STAT
So come gimme a hug if you ever want it back

[Verse 2]
My flow cyto, my microscope
They diagnose those nasty things
My hood, PCR, my tools, lab rules
Look homie, when you call better say my name
And you should love us way more than you hate us
Oh doc, you mad? We bled him dry, just cuz you made us
I'm that tech by tha' hood, tryin' to run these damn lytes
You that whiny intern tryin' to order more, right?
Think twice when you clickin' on these labs, come on
These daily crits are the reason why his blood be gone
If your crew overtesting, let them muthastickers learn
If you're talkin' Point of Care, homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell ya Liz Holmes told me, drop of blood, ditch the "vial" stuff
If haters hate, then let 'em hate, but watch the lawyers pile up
Or we could stick to just what works, and that's a bottle of blood
You know where we frickin' be

[Chorus 3]
You can find me in da lab, sputum thick as sap
But mommy I got the plates if ya into growin' that
It's gotta incubate 'fore them MICs are back
So come lookin' for Paps and I'll transfer you to Path
You can find me in da lab, bottle full of crap
But mommy I got the plates if ya into growin' that
You gonna have to wait though you wanna have it STAT
So come gimme a hug if you ever want it back

[Outro]
Ha-ha!
Don't try to act like you don't know who be neither
We in da lab all the time, so pop red tops, homie
ZDogg Industries
We out!

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