Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Did It and Did It , by - Brotha Lynch Hung. Song from the album Loaded, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.11.2005
Record label: Black Market
Song language: English
Did It and Did It |
| I feel my nut sacs loadin' up |
| Get off the freeway at Broadway with saccage like a muthafucka |
| Gots to parlay, I was off that Alize like everyday |
| I was on stuck, hoes ain’t shit |
| So I fucked that bitch in the back of the cut and got the fuck up |
| Saw my nigga Phonk Beta, picked him up |
| He had a fat sac of bomb and a blunt, I was like 'roll it up' |
| Now I’m twisted, with a pit’s grip on the Alize |
| And two miles away from a top notch I met the other day |
| Groom yourself, I’m on my way over |
| In my brother’s cocaine white Nova |
| Shift kit, high rise intake manifold, 350 motor |
| Now you know this wasn’t no bitch |
| She had a nigga nuttin' quick and she could suck a good dick |
| I was all up in it, situation was faulty |
| Had to report back to the captain, and she told him she never saw me |
| No matter what you saw about that ho |
| She said 'meet me at the mo-mo' and she told you she didn’t go |
| Once upon a time, once upon a time |
| And we did it, and we did it |
| Once upon a time, once upon a time |
| And she said it was cool |
| (Phonk Beta): |
| Cuz she’s a bitch, whatever would I love a ho for? |
| I bust a nut and then I’mma cut right out the back door |
| Didn’t know she had a funky rotten pussy |
| They could be strapped at the sideshow, check it out |
| Nowadays you better be strapped before you tap that ass |
| If not she’ll have you pissin' out broken glass |
| Ain’t that a bitch, she got you stuck with a shot in the butt |
| Was it really worth a nut? |
| Check it out |
| What about that dummy, that one that got hooked on marijuana |
| Got her budded, and she nutted, we both was in the sauna |
| One nigga mobbed to the store for ya Donna |
| Well clean the wax out ya ears and hear the drama |
| Cuz I’mma tell it the way it couldn’t be told |
| Sold it the way it couldn’t be sold |
| Nigga who you talkin' bout? |
| Bout these young sweet hoes |
| So tick tock, it don’t stop the hustle |
| Donna went down lip locked on my love muscle |
| I’m JB the Beta manipulator, let me begin |
| If my dick is in your mouth then my balls is on your chin |
| Balls is on your chin, the pubic hairs is up your nose |
| I’m that nigga that gives and you that nigga that blows |
| (Brotha Lynch): |
| Around the corner from me |
| Light skinned, packed, she stood |
| Muggin' like a maniac in a straight jacket |
| It was on and crackin' |
| Knowin' I shouldn’t be late night fuckin' with that shit |
| But I was off this Perry Mason bout to act like Jason |
| It was Friday the 13th, my day to work meat |
| A pack of Blacks, and a half a 20 sac of the Thai and some O. E |
| You know me, I fuck long and nut long |
| Hit you in the face with some of that silky |
| Hot and sicc and make you mind strong |
| Grab your knees and let me lean back |
| I’ma grip your clit with my lips |
| And motivate, coordinate 'g' shit |
| Speak Japanese up in your shit |
| Watch it all ease up out your shit |
| And we did it, and did it, and did it… |