Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Doin' My Job, artist - Aceyalone.
Date of issue: 03.10.2005
Song language: English
Doin' My Job |
Yeah, hah |
Aceyalone, 2K6 |
Yeah, one time for your mind |
Two times for the rest of your life |
Yeah, uh, get some, get some |
Let’s get busy, yeah |
I’m in the crib with the radio cranked up |
Loud as the world but nobody else can hear it |
I spit lyrics over beats with the break-up |
Listen to the hook while they’re screaming out wake up |
You gotta move through the world like you own it |
I’d never known it to be such a thing of the past |
Love life, let it love you back |
I think fast, that’s why I think I’m out of your class, c’mon |
Tennis shoe pimps, part time players |
Preachers on a soapbox lead us in a prayer |
I know you wouldn’t lie in my face, you wouldn’t dare |
No it ain’t fair, three of a kind can be the pair, yeah |
But I’m a jack of all trades, gotta back 'em off |
Lead 'em if they wanna come but it ain’t no slackin' off |
Like to lay low 'til it starts crackin' off |
Give 'em more than enough time to get they mackin' off |
Yes God, I’m doin' my job |
I got a squad of soldiers who are ready to mob |
We find one foreign tongue, we rip you apart |
The ancient art of healing baby, give me your heart |
Yes God, I’m doin' my job |
I got a squad of soldiers who are ready to mob |
We find one foreign tongue, we rip you apart |
The ancient art of healing baby, give me your heart |
Oh yeah, papa’s got a brand new bag |
And old drag of coach swag, zig or zag, yeah |
What a dilemma tryna be a swimmer |
Crossin' a river without a boat, tryna deliver these notes |
I’m just a messenger, don’t dig with the message |
You better get it where I got it, show you right where I left it, and if |
You think we ain’t on the brink of somethin' new, I’ll give you somethin' to do, |
now don’t blink |
When all my hokies call me, no one should be able to hold me |
They sew me out and try to control me, they frontin', they phony |
And in one split second it’s a glimmer of light |
'Member the masters, power of people unite |
I ain’t never been on a level without any honor |
I ain’t interested in givin' up so don’t even bother |
While others tend to drown, you can wade in the water |
You gotta try harder and know exactly what you a part of, c’mon |
Yes God, I’m doin' my job |
I got a squad of soldiers who are ready to mob |
We find one foreign tongue, we rip you apart |
The ancient art of healing baby, give me your heart |
Yes God, I’m doin' my job |
I got a squad of soldiers who are ready to mob |
We find one foreign tongue, we rip you apart |
The ancient art of healing baby, give me your heart |
All year, all year, it’s here, here |
I know some of y’all better just steer clear |
Got a hundred tons of funk when I dunk, I ain’t drunk |
And I’m runnin' over roadkill, dogs and deers |
Yeah don’t stop, don’t pause, switchin' gears |
I veer left, fear death, not eyes and ears |
I ain’t got a problem runnin' right into your barricade |
Breakin' down the wall in my life, I ain’t afraid |
Can’t get enough but I take what I need to marinate |
And be with the goddess of singing, a beautiful serenade |
The rope cutter, hope dealer, gorilla |
But I will sputter, I’m from the gutter, the long strutter |
This is the era of the perfect era |
Yeah, get some |
Aceyalone, Project Blow |
Yes God, I’m doin' my job |
I got a squad of soldiers who are ready to mob |
We find one foreign tongue, we rip you apart |
The ancient art of healing baby, give me your heart |
Yes God, I’m doin' my job |
I got a squad of soldiers who are ready to mob |
We find one foreign tongue, we rip you apart |
The ancient art of healing baby, give me your heart |