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Do It
13
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Do It został wydany 11 kwietnia 2000 przez D-Lo Entertainment jako część albumu Do It - EP
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Data wydania11 kwietnia 2000
WytwórniaD-Lo Entertainment
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM68

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

Tekst Utworu

Do it
Come on now
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Do the damn thang
Come on
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Do the damn thang
Come on
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Do the damn thang
Come on
Come on let's start this shit
Shawty let's crank this shit
A little sumthin’ for them hatin' hoes
Who gets nothin' but them knees and bows
Why ya'll all in mah grill
Why ya'll can't keep it real
Always tryna plot and scheme
Wanna live this life is just a dream
Ain't no I in teams
All the real **** know what it mean
Catch me ya'll just to slow
Hatin' hoes gotta let ya'll go
Don't never try to stop mah flow
Won't tell you this shit no mo'
Da baddest hoe that you ever seen
Two triple O, shawty bout that green
Naw they don't understand
These **** don't understand
These muthafuckers think we playin
See they don't know what we sayin
Fake **** in our grill
Fake **** all in our grill
These **** don't wanna get to it
These **** don't wanna do it
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Do the damn thang
Come on
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Do the damn thang
Come on
You can tell a real **** from the fake fake
A trill **** that's down in the cake cake
A hot girl that's clean not stank stank
Some bad weave for somebody
So u took a little drank
So I guess it made u think that you could when u can't
Wit the N with the ain't
Ain't nobody got time round here to playing round
Sucka wit the big sack **** better lay it down
Comin' through ain't bout that shady shit
Boy I'm mo' dirty than Dusty Rhodes
I drop the beat and rock the flo'
Representing that Que Bo Gold
So don't you try to test us out thinkin' we country wit no skills
Cuz I drop the bass and tame the bass
Put this fire to yo grill
Well I was born in Illinois okay ah
Raised in Atlanta, G-A yah
Lived in New York and L.A. yah
Mah **** I'm da shit no matter where I stay
Cuz, uh, I wuz cut like that, lil buddy i'm stacked like that
From da front to da side to da back, Rasheeda, and I'm tight like that
I ain't never been worried bout anotha
Cutter her buddy, lil buddy I don't studder
9 double lock chrome for the lame lame
Big faces in mah pocket not the chump change
Ride the Benz with the wood grain, grilled out, smoke frame
With the knock knock
38 pop pop all you haters just stop
Or you gone get dropped
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Do the damn thang
Come on
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Do the damn thang
Come on
Brrrrdt! Uh, Stick em, ha ha ha, stick em
Fuck dem pussy **** and who ever wit em
All I say is sic em
And there go mah boys
D-S-G-B, Pastor damn Troy
Boy you ain't ready
Boy you don't want it
Boy we ain't ready, bitch get disappointed
Shit, all I know is southern blo'd not lower than a dime
From thirty piece to quarter ki we strictly on da grind
No time to spit no evidence, no evidence, no charge
Since they ain't got no evidence
I gave them my lil boy
The scars from my hand as I crank up the speaker
Drop the bomb on you bitches, Pastor and Rasheeda
Bitch, do it!!
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Do the damn thang
Come on
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Come on now
Do it
Do the damn thang
Come on
Come on now
Come on, y'all
Come on, let's do this damn thang
Come on
Come on
Written by: D. Robinson, Damon Yul Wimbley, Karesha Jones, M. Morales, Micah Troy, Niqua Jones, Rasheedah W. Frost
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