| Yeah. |
| yo, yeah
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| It’s time to put you kids on restriction
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| So just sit down, shut your trap up and listen
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| Major labels are greasy like Kentucky Fried Chicken
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| Gimme one rap career, hold the ass lickin
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| I’m sick of the bitchin (yup)
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| I’ll send you players home like a baseball team with no pitchin
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| I hate to lose, I’m addicted to addition
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| Girl I brighten your life like nuclear fission
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| So gimme the life
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| If the punani tight it make you feel alright
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| But back to the mission
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| You couldn’t hit if Jazze Pha, Kanye and Dre did the mixin
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| Your whole life is fiction
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| Like a fat girl in corduroys, too much friction
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| I got bags of green like Peggy Lipton
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| Be careful when you pick up this jam, it’s heavy liftin
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| Just do it
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| If you put your mind to it pursue it and do it
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| If you like to rhyme to the music then do it
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| Girl if you wanna grind to the music just do it
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| What? |
| Just do it
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| Whatever it is, you wanna do it just do it
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| It’s all on you, just follow through and do it
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| Ain’t nobody holdin you back now, do it
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| What? |
| Just do it, what? |
| Just do it
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| Me and J-Ro hold the mic while E-Swift pumps the drums
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| We make it happen with the rappin while y’all niggas bump y’all gums
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| For large sums of cash, CaTash’ll wreck any party
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| Mic skills is real, I’ll go head up with anybody
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| Bacardi party favorite, rockin all en-gage-a-ments
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| I ruined yo' engagement cause I left with who you came in with
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| My flow is so amazin it gets reviewers ravin
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| You niggas keep repeatin, I come with new statements
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| Shine baby shine, cause it’s the top of the line
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| Y’all keep rappin 'bout them nines 'til I pop you with mine
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| Make you stop on a dime, and then it’s Miller Time, right then
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| I’m always standin out in a crowd, because I’m light-skinned
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| I might bend the rules, nah nigga, CaTash break 'em
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| It’s easy meetin chicks, but it’s hard as fuck to shake 'em
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| I take 'em to my house, I lay 'em flat on my couch
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| And they can blame it on the liquor while I’m diggin 'em out
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| I know you wanna be like me, see what I see
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| But don’t do what I do, try to be great
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| But be great bein you, you wanna get respect
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| You gotta pay yo' dues, play by the rules
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| And don’t follow those fools
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| You wanna be gangster then you better have the tools
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| Semi-automatic, teardrop tattoos
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| And beef with crews y’all
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| Better have a seat, I’m the bearer of bad news
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| I ain’t talkin shit I’m just droppin a few boos
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| My niggas hold out arms like lady sings the blues
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| This ain’t the same thing that you’re used ta
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| I ain’t sellin dope or braggin 'bout how many times I’mma shoot’cha
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| Niggas can’t hold me like D. Wade
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| Can’t even count the times my highlights have been replayed
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| Rap SportsCenter, live with no delay
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| Everybody STAND THE FUCK UP when we say |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Do It , by - Tha Alkaholiks. Song from the album Firewater, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп