Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That's What We Do, artist - Dubee. Album song A.K.A Sugarwolf, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.08.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, Warner Strategic Marketing
Song language: English
That's What We Do |
Sugawolf |
Representin' Y.B.D |
Throwin' up my three C’s |
Sidin' wit my folks |
And that’s what we do |
I rise through the town |
Fuckin' with hoes, smokin' bomb |
Gotta have Hennessy to keep my game tight (And that’s what we do) |
I mobs through the town (And that’s what we do) |
Fuckin' with G’s 'cause I ball (And that’s what we do) |
Young nigga make them G’s (Bitch) |
Keep your game tight |
Now, I be 100% pure hog |
Stuck in doja fog |
It’s your boy D U B, known for servin' all of y’all |
Playa doses, keep my brain stuck in playa focus |
Fasho, it’s pimpin' up in my blood and you know this |
Man, say what’s yo plan, foo, we stack G’s |
Clown mutts and fleas, hounds from three C’s |
Now, what’s them three C’s? |
Country Club boy |
Crest and oh yes, with this game I destroy |
Mack squad pimpin' |
Madness mackin' flossin' |
Haters, they be trippin' |
Just 'cause we be tossin' |
Baby mamas, wives, hoochies hookin' in the cliques |
Man, we pass 'em through the crew |
I thought you knew, trick |
So, take it what’s it’s worth |
And holla if you feel |
We spittin' and hittin' them dashes |
I mash Vogues still |
Fasho doe, pimperistic niggas in the fo' door |
Putin' a dent up through the town |
Makin' that bitch yell «oh ho» |
I rise through the town (Through the town) |
Fuckin' with hoes, smokin' bomb (Smokin' bomb) |
Gotta have Hennessy to keep my game tight (That Heem) |
I mobs through the town (And that’s what we do) |
Fuckin' with G’s 'cause I ball (And that’s what we do) |
Young nigga make them G’s (And that’s what we do, bitch) |
Keep your game tight |
Now, if I was a trick, I’d be frustrated |
But I since I holla pimp, I just BPH’d it |
'Cause daily they be tryna' salt me faulty |
Hooker, hoes and tricks need to back up off me |
'Cause they all be gameless, brainless you see |
Now, how they mackin' B’s when they speak on these G’s |
Who pimp and pose, catch hoes and D, fasho |
We tip up on our toes, spit flows, so now you know, so |
Just recognize, make note, head down the memo to this instrumental |
I come dumb off my Heem and indo |
And light it up, pimp schemes for a trick |
'Cause in Cali, they rally 'round the G’s and the dick |
So, like a fro, we pick through and flick through these groupies |
Thinkin' that they fetti but they soupie |
They askin' who be the nigga with the pony |
Tell 'bout his mail, shakin' hookers 'cause they phony |
I rise through the town (Through the town) |
Fuckin' with hoes, smokin' bomb (Bomb) |
Gotta have Hennessy to keep my game tight (That Heem) |
I mobs through the town (And that’s what we do) |
Fuckin' with G’s 'cause I ball (And that’s what we do) |
Young nigga make them G’s (Yeah bitch) |
Keep your game tight |
Now, gaze into the eyes of a playa', forreal |
Reputable type of playa', hoggin' doggin' for scrill |
Holla if you feel, we stick to the script |
Floss the town, hound like a mothafuckin' pimp |
I be Sugawolf pimp, perm straight bangin' |
«Girl, he ain’t shit», what them hoes keep sangin' |
Chasin' dangalang ass twisted brain bitch |
I clown, you know fasho, that’s Crest Side shit |
So, don’t trip, this pimpin' it be in me, no envy |
Baby, why you speakin' and yo' track record dingy |
Stingy with yo' grit, now you know you low budget |
Get up out my grill, bitch, mob that bucket |
I be chasin' scrilla, purp, poppin' P’s |
Game tight more than, I’ma bump me a beez' |
Stayin' reputable, had to check that ho |
Like fasho, as I skitty-skirt, get gone |
I rise through the town (Through the town) |
Fuckin' with hoes, smokin' bomb (Bomb) |
Gotta have Hennessy to keep my game tight (That Heem) |
I mobs through the town (And that’s what we do) |
Fuckin' with G’s 'cause I ball (And that’s what we do) |
Young nigga make them G’s (Yeah bitch) |
Keep your game tight |
I rise through the town (I bails with the hog men) |
Fuckin' with hoes, smokin' bomb (Playboy tactics) |
Gotta have Hennessy to keep my game tight (That Heem) |
I mobs through the town (You better ask somebody) |
Fuckin' with G’s 'cause I ball |
Young nigga make them G’s (And that’s what we do) |
Keep your game tight |
Young nigga make them G’s |
Came back, had to make it bigger |
Young nigga make them G’s |
Came back, had to make it bigger |
Young nigga make them G’s |
Came back, had to make it bigger |
Young nigga make them G’s |
Came back, had to make it bigger |
Young nigga make them G’s |
Came back, had to make it bigger |
Young nigga make them G’s |
Came back, had to make it bigger |
Young nigga make them G’s |
Came back, had to make it bigger |
Young nigga make them G’s |
Came back, had to make it bigger |
Bigger |
Bigger |
Now, I wheels with the hog men |
Madness mackin' pimpin', hoggin' and doggin' |
Playboy tactics, bubblin' and ballin' |
One of the sharpest mothafuckas you done saw in |
This here game, potent pimpin' buisness stone in |
Me fasho, so your boy, he be hoggin' |
With that A1 wicked game, never crawlin' |
Known for tippin' on my toes, never crawlin' |
You know what’s happenin', nigga, fuck walkin' |
Handcuffed, huved up, blazed, gettin' bossed in |
This playa game, foo, your brain must be lost in |
The loves on, foo, you gone on the toss in |
But never me, boy, we pimp, destroy, nigga |
I mack, crack, take hoes |
Sugawolf don’t save hoes, I got her up stables |
They askin' who be the nigga with pony |
Tell 'bout his mail, shakin' hookers 'cause they phony |
I rise through the town |
(That's what we do) |