Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do My..., artist - Jay-Z. Album song The Understanding, in the genre R&BDate of issue: 31.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Do My... |
| Turn that motherfucker louder |
| It’s the Roc in this motherfucker. |
| bi-otch! |
| Oh yeah, bounce, uh uh bounce |
| Yeah, yeah bounce, come on Oh come on bounce, come on Do my ladies run this motherfucker? |
| (Yeah, yeah, come on) |
| Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? |
| (Yeah, yeah, come on) |
| Do my ladies run it, fat asses and flat stomachs |
| Throw a hand in the air if it’s the year of the woman |
| Or my dogs run it, let 'em know that you still gunnin |
| Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you still thuggin |
| Yo I come through, few of my man’s, scoop you and your friends |
| You, you, and you with the Timbs |
| In tight jeans, Chinese eyes, Indian hair |
| Black girl ass, let me pour you a glass of Belvi |
| Tell me all about your past |
| Let me console your soul while I palm your ass |
| And your man did what? |
| He ain’t give you? |
| He cheated with her, I can’t diss duke |
| I tell you this though, get with this dude |
| I’ll teach you about dough, and show you what this do |
| (It's a secret society, all we ask is trust) |
| But I don’t freeze wristes, I just skeeze bitches |
| Break up happy homes, just sieze misses |
| You’ll never get her back, once you get a yap |
| How you love that?. |
| How you love that? |
| Do my ladies run this motherfucker? |
| (Yeah, yeah, come on) |
| Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? |
| (Yeah, yeah, come on) |
| Ay yo back woods rollin, rap you can’t hold 'em |
| ROC gear matchin, crusin through Manhattan |
| Bleek is chillin, Murda is chillin |
| What more can I say? |
| We still killin em Bags we still dealin em, four wheels, we wheelin them |
| Chicks like I’m feelin him — yeah ma, okay |
| Black jeans and Timberlands give em adrenaline rush |
| Ladies know the difference between them niggas and us We the R-O-C, and we don’t stop |
| They don’t make a gun that we don’t pop |
| Matter fact they don’t make a car that we don’t drop |
| Thought you knew they don’t make jewels that we don’t cop |
| What you knew? |
| You actin’like the ROC ain’t hot |
| Or the car that I cop ain’t missin’a top |
| And even if they don’t make drops that kind |
| I tear da roof off like I’m Busta Rhymes motherfucker |
| Do my ladies run this motherfucker? |
| (Yeah, yeah, come on) |
| Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Come on, come on Do my ladies run this motherfucker? |
| (Okay) |
| Or do my thugs run this motherfucker? |
| (Uh-huh, okay, uh-huh) |
| Come on, come on It’s the R-O-C, we don’t stop |
| It’s the R-O-C, we don’t stop |
| It’s the R-O-C, we don’t stop |
| Uh Memp Bleek, The Understanding niggas |
| Get your mind right, ha-ha |