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goast - do it lyrics

[intro]
oh
oh
what’s up, cuz?
what’s up, dawg?
replacements
k+k+keep it gangsta (gangsta, wut?)
replacements
you got it, gangster, what up, dawg?

[verse 1]
to all my n+ggas pimpin’ high, my n+ggas pimpin’ low
my n+ggas switchin’ lanes, dippin’ in the ’64
cadillac or lexus, from coast of florida to texas
benz, i began, my grand stem like boris becker
sippin’ hypnotiq, 16 from the hydraulics
shawty in the trunk, candy paint, and amoral tires
i ain’t gangsta, gotti (gangsta), only gangsta, partly (gangsta)
takin’ headshots at n+ggas, now f+ck the body (grah)
get yo’ respect up, we better get you a tek up
and hit yo’ sh+t over the neph, my n+ggas gave you a check+up
that n+gga rollin’ in rollies, and his wrist rockin’ rollie
i’ma pimp, hustler, gangster, n+gga, you just a phony
oh, i came to get it started, thug hustlin’, and cold+hеarted
i’ll pimp slap a b+tch (b+tch) until she starts to sound r+t+rdеd
step in the party, dollar poppin’, life lodi dodi
drinkin’ bacardi, playin’ oochie wallie” with cha hottie
[chorus]
this how the gangsters do it, this how the ballers do it
this how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it
this how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it
walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit the switch do it
this how the gangsters do it, this how the ballers do it
this how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it
this how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it
walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit the switch do it

[verse 2]
i’m ridin’ and glidin’ high, i’m slidin’, ya slippin’
if my d+ck in yo’ b+tch, run my nuts on her chin
’cause i’m in it to win in, like yo’ in it to spin it
and while you win yo’ word plays, workin’, i may not attend it (goast)
this how the gangsters do it, this how a pimp do it
stagnatic in the pimp, a d+ck to read, my game is fluid
so what? i’m ruthless, i’ll knock yo’ ass toothless
and when i tell a b+tch “jump,” she better hop to it
i’m a rapper, part+time jacker, pimp, stupid, b+tch, slap her
compton, california, with my snap
i’d rather fight this switch, i’d rather bite a b+tch
i’d rather die before i let another n+gga suck my d+ck
gangsta, i keep a ‘retti clip for haters that wanna trip (wut?)
all up in your chest like lennox luther’s when they gaspin’
so get yo’ .22, that sh+t won’t even scuff my shoes
this .45 will leave you with the real n+gga blues
[chorus]
this how the gangsters do it, this how the ballers do it
this how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it
this how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it
walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit the switch do it
this how the gangsters do it, this how the ballers do it
this how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it
this how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it
walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit the switch do it

[verse 3]
it’s on, it’s crackin’ it n+gga, it’s on, poppin’, i’m hoppin’
i know that ain’t yo’ b+tch, so why you c+ck blocking?
i got the p+ssy cookin’, so why the f+ck you lookin’?
they should her took her home before i came, now it’s on
don’t wanna k!ll n+ggas, but i will, n+ggas
talk sh+t but never spit, that how i feel, n+ggas (say what?)
she want a real n+gga (wut), that’s grippin’ still triggers (wut)
saggin’ khakis, not yo’ type, that’s hilfigers
braids, chucks, and d+ckies, b+tches, they wanna l!ck me
jacked ’cause they want to stick me, mc’s can’t get with me
i’ll spit until they dizzy, dirty south, drinkin’ remy
(you b+st+rd) that’s right, i’ll f+ckin’ k!ll kenny
so pay me every penny, i warned you, i got many
replacement homies that are squeezed ’til they gun’s empty (ha)
i stay busy, on my grind, grizzy
won’t stop until i got a uncas on the top, glitzy
[chorus]
this how the gangsters do it, this how the ballers do it
this how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it
this how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it
walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit the switch do it
this how the gangsters do it, this how the ballers do it
this how the shot callers, potheads, and alcoholics do it
this how the thugs do it, this how the hustlers do it
walk with a limp, load a clip, and hit the switch do it

[outro]
replacements, with khaki gangsters
what up, dawg?
replacements, we got it gangster
what up, cuz?
get gone, man, sh+t (you said we was rollin’ with him)
i don’ give a f+ck, it’s time to go
we could go, we could be gone in five minutes
man, we gotta f+ckin’ show (we gotta show, we gotta go)
get the f+ck outta here (bye)
hollerr

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