Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do the Damn Thang, artist - Fabolous. Album song Real Talk (123), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.10.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
Do the Damn Thang |
Look, I can see them niggas stuntin to this right now, not now, but right now |
Yea, yea, ch-ch-yea |
Look, lo-lo look |
Look, lo-lo look |
Look, look |
It’s no love for the other side, fuck all the tricks |
Pop the glove on the other side, buck through the bricks |
Birds love how a brother ride, truckin it sick |
I’m heard of on the southern side, i pluck through it quick |
I been one of them boys since way back when |
This is way before a nigga brought grey plaques in |
So if i spray mac-10s, Bet you niggas lay back then |
Like you sittin in a Maybach Benz |
Yea I made crack grins but ain’t a damn thing funny |
I keep a pocket fulla do the damn thang money |
I keep it comin with bottles of champagne dunny |
So keep it bouncin till you pull a hamstring honey |
These pimps just better have a gothic for me |
I got them hoes starin like they got a problem with me |
I got them boys slingin rocks in the lobby for me |
I’m rich bitch, ballin just a hobby for me |
I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze |
So fuck what you heard we don’t love them hoes, heeyyy |
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang |
A nigga might grin but it ain’t still funny |
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, heeyy |
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang |
My phone is tapped and so is my livin room |
We can’t hide the money here, we need a bigger room |
Let me show you what I stand fo |
Jesus Schwarzenegger call me commando |
On that Remy Martin, nigga matta fact |
I ain’t Fat Joe but I can make em lean back |
Save your ammo don’t waste it |
Got him dodgin bullets like he in the matrix |
Jeans strapped and ya better dip |
Carvin 15, got six clips |
Pilsbury nigga, got a lotta dough |
Call me bossan george, got a lotta hoes |
They place orders, so I bake cakes |
I’m a bodybuilder, pump a lotta weight |
You see the diamonds in my damn chain |
It ain’t hard to tell, I do the damn thang |
You waitin instead of participatin with them boys |
You skatin on them 22 Daytons like them boys |
I’m hatin that they communicatin with them boys |
I’m waitin just to send them to Satan for that shit |
They see a nigga stones look sick |
And I gotta stack of singles in my hand that’s phone booth thick |
'Cause I’m so hood rich |
That I’m no good bitch |
And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe should switch |
And get ridda that shit spitta, get wit her, shit gitter |
Sit wit her, hit spitter, that don’t bitch chitter |
My style fit wit her |
I tell her you don went left now you need to go right like a switch hitta |
I know them tricks bitter |
When I’m in the six with her |
So I’m in a mix with her |
Forty four six with her |
And I’m higher than a motherfucker |
But a nigga try then he gon die in this motherfucker |