Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Do We Do, artist - Frisco. Album song British Nights, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Boy Better Know
Song language: English
What Do We Do |
Born with a creative mind, got so many rhymes inside my cranium |
The system weren’t designed for us so David Cameron and his gang I ain’t rating |
'em |
When I came into the underground, I came up as the underdog |
I had so much love for my baby-mum, it’s mad now, all that love is gone |
19, sitting in my bedroom, writing bars to beats that were made by Wookie |
And they say you are what you eat, if that’s the case, you man are nothing but |
pussy |
Everyone trying to prove how real they are |
If it ain’t «Ace Hood Flow» then it’s man talking about how man killed the bar |
That’s boring fam, that killed the bar |
I’m still here fighting my demons |
Satan tryin’a fuck up my plans |
But you don’t get to choose the cards you’re dealt out, so I’ve gotta just play |
my hand |
So I’ve gotta just go for my portion |
Little man wants new Jordans |
Last week I had a dream me and three chicks had a foursome |
And I’ve still got a thing for Jamelia |
Beautiful black girl, you skin ain’t gotta be light for me to be feeling ya |
Be proud of your pigmentation, you’re amazing |
And I’ve still got a thing for chicks that are Asian |
Ayesha from EastEnders, oh what a hot ting |
I’m just showing my appreciation |
So what do we do now? |
At fifteen, all I could think about was smoking weed and wanting to move out |
Hit seventeen then I moved out |
Then I got blessed with my son |
And that’s when life got real |
And that’s when I signed up for fatherhood |
Yeah nigga, signed and sealed (for life) |
Bad my chicks on a pre and ting |
My son’s mum tried stop me from seeing him |
That didn’t work, I know that it burns every time that you see me and him |
I’ve got so much respect for my father |
Without you man, it would’a been harder |
Also my friends grew up with no dad |
So it’s love and respect that I show dad |
And I big up my real friends that are there to tell me when I’m moving off-key |
I don’t discriminate but a girl with totally knocked me, stop me |
How are you mad fam? |
I see through these niggas like a CAT scan |
Something like an American muscle car, truss me the flow’s on Trans-Am (skyy) |
And knowledge is power, so I kill MCs in the game with words and I don’t mean |
hangman |
I’ve got bars and flows that will make everyone try jump on the sky like Gangnam |
I’m like «wagwan fam-fam, cool-cool rudeboy, you be the badman» |
Real gangstas move in silence, done talk, make way for your highness |