Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Doing What I Do , by - Mac Dre. Release date: 31.05.2007
Song language: English
Doing What I Do |
| Yea, yes, yea, yes, mmhmm |
| Mac Dreezy, Mac Dreezy |
| I’m back baby |
| Oh boy where ya been |
| I’m back |
| Boy where ya been |
| Check it |
| I’m out the roof of a old school |
| Trynna campaign |
| Smokin' champagne |
| Doin' the damn thang |
| Now this a damn shame |
| How these smurf’s hate |
| But these Gilligan’s been trippin' since my first tape |
| Well here’s another knock |
| Dope as a hubba rock |
| For you to bump while you sidin' through the parkin' lot |
| After the club |
| Pull it on a dove |
| Hollerin' at hutches that’s trynna get dug |
| Out, drout on niggas like me |
| M to the D from the R-O-M-P bo billy |
| Usin' gangsta scare tactics |
| Tennis shoe pimpin' in my Nike Air Max’s |
| Back on the street after 5 in the slammer |
| I’m lookin' saucy somebody get a camera |
| Oh, you mad |
| I ain’t mad at you |
| I thought you knew |
| I’m just doin' what I do |
| I’m doin' what I do |
| Bitch don’t get mad if I’m not fuckin' wit you |
| Or fuckin' wit you |
| She heard the 15's knock when I hit the block |
| Then I hopped out buttered and she had to jock |
| I’m a ho magnet |
| Heat I’m gon' pack it |
| Doe I’m gon' stack it |
| Lick I’m gon' jack it |
| On the scene |
| Always smokin' green |
| In the pen I had CO’s bringin' me the damn thing |
| It’s yo niggidy |
| Mac Drigidy |
| Back in the V look at me I’m livin' free |
| No parole |
| I can choke a ho |
| Get mail, post bail, and they gon' let me go |
| I’m here to let you know |
| This as real as it gets |
| I’m makin' hunks and chunks |
| Don’t fuck wit kibbles and bits |
| Big face, hundred dollar bills |
| Got me, straight face |
| Gunnin' for the skrill |
| I’m runnin' wit the pill |
| Goin' for 2 |
| Wit the double R crew |
| Doin' what I do |
| Mac D-R-Ebonics |
| Dope as chronic |
| Put it to a beat and make it stank like vomit |
| Boy I’m a foo-el |
| Human jew-el |
| At the studie turnin' blunt into do-bells |
| Wit D-Con cuz he keep the bomb |
| And the Crest Side be the turf where we from |
| I’m a hustla |
| Straight chip getta |
| And she gotta pay for Dre to get wit her |
| No doe ho |
| Leave me alone |
| I’m in the drop wit the Cali sun heat in my dome |
| Feelin' like a movie star when I slide |
| They know who the hell we are when we ride |
| It’s Country Club Crest Side crew |
| Actin' some fools |
| Potna doin' what the fuck we do |
| Gorilla gurpin' |
| Stay out the way boy |
| And bow down when you see Mac Dre boy |