Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Do It Big , by - IcewaterRelease date: 27.08.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Do It Big |
| Yo, hahahaha, who that, who that |
| Who that, who that, who that |
| Flipmode, Icewater, yeah, Flipmode come on |
| Icewater, let’s get it, come on, uh-huh |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I come with a grind and put it down, picture perfect, rep for the whole team |
| Get it in, like a needle, in an arm of a dope fiend |
| And again, dip fresher than a tux' from Armani, nigga |
| Eating that Cipriani, spending money like Gotti |
| Pull out my cold watch, Swiss edition, Rio collection, I’m out |
| Let me put you on to what you don’t know about |
| Like the Bombardier Challenger 300 private plane |
| Shades Cartier, guarded they suit, and they like my name |
| Busta Bus, see how they love it and know it |
| Not only the type to show it, I’m nice as a poet |
| Every now and then I might give you a chance and you blow it and pounce |
| And fight in the dance, get it popping while choking them out |
| Smoking them out (poking them out) see I ain’t playing |
| I’m focused, (like mercenaries), I’m ready to ounce, I’m laying |
| Out for this money, I’ll rake in the stakes, while they pulling the port |
| (Pay me) money I ain’t taking no shorts |
| It’s like back in the days, when niggas used to hustle for this skrilla |
| Formulate a plan, don’t even plot, just get a nigga |
| But see, we knew a crew of dudes, who hustled a lot, we broke |
| The opportunities and set up drug deals in the parking lot |
| Stacking cuz it’s necessary, notice how the world go round |
| See it’s imperative, we get richer than rich |
| You see we hustling across the border (Icewater) |
| Hurting the town, this money probably got me mistreating your bitch (Do it big) |
| Aiyo, Busta Bus, what’s good, (shit shit) what’s popping, homey? |
| Niggas think they hot, but they not, need to stop it, homey |
| Listen man, don’t make me put my hand inside my pocket, homey |
| (Oh you got that thang thang) Aiyo, shit, I got a rocket, homey |
| Slip up, and it’s gon' tear a bone up out the socket, homey |
| (I don’t think they want that) Come on, stay with logic, homey |
| Ice Dot and Flipmode, (It sounds like a problem, homey) |
| Yo, I whoop ass (kick ass, like a game of soccer, homey) |
| Yo, Miz, they done fucked up (somebody call a doctor, homey) |
| Bust, yo, good looking, homey (music got them hookers on me) |
| Ice Dot, straight hood, your boy spit that crack, homey |
| (DJ, what’s good) come on, bring it back, homey |
| It’s like back in the days, when niggas used to hustle for this skrilla |
| Formulate a plan, don’t even plot, just get a nigga |
| But see, we knew a crew of dudes, who hustled a lot, we broke |
| The opportunities and set up drug deals in the parking lot |
| Stacking cuz it’s necessary, notice how the world go round |
| See it’s imperative, we get richer than rich |
| You see we hustling across the border (Icewater) |
| Hurting the town, this money probably got me mistreating your bitch (Do it big) |
| Let me find out you coming to harm me |
| And I’mma hit my nigga Bus up, catch you under that palm tree |
| And the weed be the color of Barney, the size C. E |
| You got beef, better come with your army |
| And Chef pull the cars up, and I ain’t talking bout no coffee, nigga |
| When I tell you that I’m getting Starbucks |
| You can get your squad touched, it’s the Water and Flipmode |
| With a shitload of that hard stuff |
| I’m like a 2009 Jordan, known to be sporting |
| New waves, new uniform on, important |
| Political prisoner, charisma, got me sniffing money |
| Regardless, jumping out the V dog with RZA |
| Hypothetically my joint athletically better be |
| We safe and in question, nigga, you said it be |
| Fully charged, new one-on-one in the garage |
| Large, niggas they chill and bitches they dodge |
| What’s the deal, little homey, it’s only real, got tech and ill |
| I only carry steel out when I’m lonely |
| Bloodhounds who play the building, buildin', brick at a time |
| Trying to turn my little dime into a million |
| It’s like back in the days, when niggas used to hustle for this skrilla |
| Formulate a plan, don’t even plot, just get a nigga |
| But see, we knew a crew of dudes, who hustled a lot, we broke |
| The opportunities and set up drug deals in the parking lot |
| Stacking cuz it’s necessary, notice how the world go round |
| See it’s imperative, we get richer than rich |
| You see we hustling across the border (Icewater) |
| Hurting the town, this money probably got me mistreating your bitch (Do it big) |