Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Doin Me, artist - Little Brother.
Date of issue: 20.06.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Doin Me |
Uh, one of the best to do it, maybe the best that did it |
Most niggas talk about it, but Rapper Pooh live it |
I paint a picture so vivid with my wordplay |
I’m tryna live my life, fuck what Herb say |
I don’t come out to play, I head out to work |
I’m in the bidness of makin niggas heads jerk |
I’m tryna move units, I’m one to move hands |
Yeah I comprehend the importance of havin fans |
But some fans don’t understand |
Walk that very thin line between bein a Stan |
Before all this rap shit, I’m first to man |
I don’t want you all up in my space, Stanley just stop it |
Cause after some shows, I ain’t tryna chop it |
And it’s not hoes, niggas outa pocket |
Can I live? |
Have a moment to breathe? |
I just rocked for two hours and you still won’t move from me |
Goddamn! |
They say I should be more happy and be more friendly and |
Smile a little more but that shit is not in me and |
These silly niggas tryna tell me who to be dog |
I’m livin life, havin fun, doin me dog |
Uh, check it out |
They say mothers and sons should never depart |
Always stay close to the heart and stand strong through whatever regardless |
Of the their personal problems, it should always revolve |
Around love, but lately a nigga been conscious |
Because it’s, been becomin a nuisance |
When at the drop of a dime, your puttin your two cents in |
With the mention of a new love in my life |
She here to stay ma, it’s not just a fuck for the night |
I gives a fuck if you like, the decision I carry |
Wanna be happily married and not just stuck with a wife |
Who can’t adjust to my rappin and her lips always yappin |
And that’s just what woulda happened if I took your advice |
Got baby moms askin for mo' stacks, thinking my doe stacks |
Cause me and the boys work for Lior |
I think both of y’all niggas need Prozac |
But I got lawyers, just in case she show her ass like Eeyore |
And wanna get a piece of my hits |
I support my child, baby moms ain’t entitled to shit |
And it hurts to write this cause maybe now you’ll understand |
You gon' lose me as a son till you respect me as a man, holler |
They say I should be more lovin and be more carin and |
Give a little more but that shit I’m not hearin and |
I’m sick of niggas tryna tell me who to be dog |
I’m livin life, havin fun, doin me dog |
You wanna tell me how I should be livin and how it could be different |
Or how better things could be if you was put in this position |
You don’t understand the life that I lead, cousin it’s hard |
Every flight that I leave, my wife and my seeds |
I wish that I could be more involved, I leave it in destiny’s hands |
Just because I’m on the road don’t make me less of a man |
I spit it from the heart and I don’t care if other dudes are doin it |
They said I should be more focused, now I’m movin units |
Just as long as my name is on the tip of your tongue |
Fuck your opinion nigga, Supastition stick to his guns |
And you ain’t never walked a day in my shoes, felt what I’ve felt |
So talk till your face turns blue, I’m ruinin myself |
It’s like people seein you rockin from the crowd, then get applause |
They think your pockets swollen cause your album is in stores |
I should be more polite to my immediate fam |
And close friends, fall back and let me be who I am |
This is me man |
They say I should be more focused and be more patient and |
Find a better way to let of my frustrations |
I’m sick of niggas tryna tell me who to be dog |
I’m livin life, havin fun, doin me dog |