Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let Us Stunt , by - Big Tymers. Release date: 11.09.2000
Song language: English
Let Us Stunt |
| I got that work |
| (For sure) |
| I got that work, nigga |
| Hustle — death if you hustle with us |
| (I'll front ya, boy) |
| Cause I’ma put that work on your life, lil' one |
| ( if you’re shined out with a nigga) |
| It ain’t no secret |
| I’m that nigga, Baby |
| But my niggas, they call me Atrice |
| Every bitch I fuck gotta be above average |
| On another level, nigga — millionaire status |
| Just bought two mansions: one in Florida, one in Dallas |
| I’m a boss nigga |
| Buy whatever, don’t give a fuck 'bout the cost, nigga |
| I like to floss, nigga |
| It ain’t no secret: I’m the number-one stuntman |
| You come at me wrong, you’ll be in the trunk, man |
| I’m a O.G. |
| shot caller — Big Tymer |
| Cadillac, Hummer, Jaguar, Benz driver |
| Thirty-six-ounces-in-the-glove-compartment hider |
| Don’t test the water — look, believe B.'ll ride |
| Nigga, I’m a millionaire |
| Tote two guns cause I’ve been there |
| Lil' wodie, you don’t wanna go there |
| I’m fuckin' all these hoes |
| Y’all better believe! |
| And I’m tellin' the next rappin' bitch what’s up my sleeve, wodie |
| Bitches say we stunt too much (much) |
| It’s okay cause we can back it up (up) |
| Know you gon' let us do what we do (do) |
| Rock our Rolie, ride drop-tops, too (too) |
| (Look, look, it’s a- it’s a- a checkmate, checkmate) |
| Ain’t it a bitch how I be stun’n — I know, but I can do that |
| I pull up, top down on a Prowler, they be like, «Who that?» |
| Common sense should tell 'em it gotta be a H. B |
| Cause don’t nobody stunt like them niggas from CMB |
| Baby had me reppin' since I was in the sixth grade |
| Cause niggas wonder how I’m eighteen and already made |
| I done been through it — from bustin' heads to doin' time |
| Now I’m on that level to where I got the right to shine |
| Me and my clique hit the scene — Ree’s, jeans, and T’s |
| Wrist, neck, and ears just shoutin' *bling*bling* |
| We be thuggin' to the fullest — stay handlin' hoes |
| Cause all of 'em the same: straight scandalous hoes |
| I ain’t trippin' - they can ride in the whip with a nigga |
| But put your head down and donate your lips to a nigga |
| Tossin' bitches is a hobby cause me and my niggas share |
| Gotta respect that’s the life for this Cash Money Millionaire |
| (What, what, what) |
| I know y’all sayin', «Look here — what the fuck is that?» |
| A Space Shuttle, lil' daddy — made by Cadillac |
| Take that other shit out, and put Corinthian leather |
| Put a sun-roof top for sun-roof weather |
| They go, «Whooooo!», when I fly by they shit |
| They go, «Oooooh!», you diggity? |
| Just don’t quit |
| I like 'em one short, one tall, one a doll |
| I like 'em on their head in the bed against the wall |
| Turbo-charged dick slinger… |
| …pussy banger |
| …pain-bringer |
| Nasty in-and-out finger |
| See that girl that you’re with — I did that shit |
| Any girl that you get, I’ma hit that bitch |
| Last year: helicopter playa — hello |
| This year: plushed-out, pimped-out Space Shuttle |
| You like gorgeous Lovely, I know you do |
| And if you’re a real hot girl you’ll let me fuck your crew |
| For real, though |
| Let us do what we do, let us do what we do |
| Let us do what we do, let us do what we do |
| Let us do what we do, let us do what we do |
| (Let us-) |
| What, nigga? |
| Let us do what we do |
| Big Tymers: B-3, Mannie Fresh |
| Hot Boys |
| Cash Money |
| Juvie, Lil Weezy |
| Suga Slim and his bitch |
| (Lil Turk) |
| (Nigga) |
| CMR-a Millionaires, ya heard me |
| How ya lovin' that? |
| Nigga, how ya lovin' that? |
| Nigga, now how ya lovin' that? |