lirik lagu do it – pastor troy
[hook:]
do it, (come on now)
do it, (come on now)
do it,
(come on) do the d-mn thang
[verse 1: rasheeda]
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 ya’ll all in my grill,
why ya’ll can’t keep it real
always tryin’ to plot and scheme
wanna live this life is just a dream
ain’t no i in teams
all the real n-gg-s know what it mean
catch me ya’ll just to slow
hatin’ hoes gotta let ya’ll 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
[verse 2: que bo gold]
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
[hook:]
do it, (come on now)
do it, (come on now)
do it,
(come on) do the d-mn thang
[verse 3: re re]
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 u took a little drank
so i guess it made u think that you could when u can’t
with the n with the ain’t
ain’t n-body got time round here to playing round
sucka with 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 with no skills
cause i drop the b-ss and tame the b-ss
put this fire to yo grill
[verse 4: rasheeda]
well i was born in illinois okay ah
raised in atlanta, g-a yah
lived in new york and l.a. yah
my n-gg- i’m da sh-t no matter where i stay
cause, uh, i was 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
[hook:]
do it, (come on now)
do it, (come on now)
do it,
(come on) do the d-mn thang
[verse 4: pastor troy]
brrrrdt! uh, stick em, ha ha ha, stick em
f-ck dem p-ssy n-gg-s and who ever with 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!
[hook:]
do it, (come on now)
do it, (come on now)
do it,
(come on) do the d-mn thang
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