rasheeda - i do lyrics
do it
(come on now)
do it
(come on now)
do it
(come on)
do the d-mn thang
do it
(come on now)
do it
(come on now)
do it
(come on)
do the d-mn thang
do it
(come on now)
do it
(come on now)
do it
(come on)
do the d-mn thang
come on, let’s start this sh-t
shawty, let’s crank this sh-t
a little sumethin’ for them hatin’ hoes
who gets nothin’ but them knees and boes
why y’all all in my grill?
why y’all can’t keep it real?
always tryin’ to plot and scheme
wanna live this life is just a dream
ain’t no one in teams
all the real n-gg-s know what it mean
catch me, y’all just to slow
hatin’ hoes gotta let y’all go
don’t never try to stop my flo’
won’t tell you this sh-t no mo’
da baddest hoe that you ever seen
two triple o, shawty ’bout that green
naw they don’t understand
these n-gg-s don’t understand
these m-th-f-ckers think we playin’
see they don’t know what we sayin’
fake n-gg-s in our grill
fake n-gg-s all in our grill
these n-gg-s don’t wanna get to it
these n-gg-s don’t wanna do it
do it
(come on now)
do it
(come on now)
do it
(come on)
do the d-mn thang
do it
(come on now)
do it
(come on now)
do it
(come on)
do the d-mn thang
you can tell a real n-gg- from the fake fake
a trill n-gg- that’s down in the cake cake
a hot girl that’s clean not stank stank
some bad weave for somebody
so you took a little drank
so i guess it made you think that you could when you can’t
wit’ the n, wit’ the ain’t
ain’t n-body got time round here to playing round
sucka wit’ the big sack n-gg- better lay it down
comin’ through ain’t bout that shady sh-t
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 b-ss and tame the b-ss
put this fire to yo’ grill
well, i was born in illinois, okay ah
raised in atlanta, g-a yeah, lived in new york and l.a., yeah
my n-gg-, i’m da sh-t 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 my 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)
do the d-mn thang
do it
(come on now)
do it
(come on now)
do it
(come on)
do the d-mn thang
stick ’em, ha ha ha, stick ’em
f-ck dem p-ssy n-gg-s and who ever wit’ ’em
all i say is sic ’em and there go my boys, d-s-g-b, pastor d-mn troy
boy, you ain’t ready, boy, you don’t want it
boy we ain’t ready, b-tch get disappointed
sh-t, 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 b-tches, pastor and rasheeda
b-tch, do it
do it
(come on now)
do it
(come on now)
do it
(come on)
do the d-mn thang
do it
(come on now)
do it
(come on now)
do it
(come on)
do the d-mn thang
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