Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tryin 2 Do Something (Feat. Fiend and Mac), artist - Master P. Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tryin 2 Do Something (Feat. Fiend and Mac) |
| Artist: Master P f/ Fiend, Mac |
| Album: Ghetto Dope |
| Song: Tryin To Do Something |
| Ugh ha, do that to one of those tenderonies |
| And uh, that mean you trying to do something |
| I’m trying to do something, ya’ll hear that |
| Chorus: |
| The eye contact that you and I share |
| Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear |
| If I could I would |
| And I ain’t even frontin |
| I’m gonna be real with ya, look I’m trying to do something |
| The eye contact that you and I share |
| Make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear |
| If I could I would |
| And I ain’t even frontin |
| I’m gonna be blunt with ya, look I’m trying to do something |
| Maybe it’s the bud in me, or the thug in P Got these ghetto hotties wanting to put they love in me |
| I’m a G from the CP3 and dedicated |
| Screaming No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it Relax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger |
| Come close to a nigga, let the P seduce ya Work it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck |
| Cristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex |
| I want you to open your legs as wide as you could |
| So I can hit from the back with this nickle plated wood |
| Up and down like a roller coaster |
| From your stomach to your back |
| Let a gangsta poke ya I ain’t trippin, never slippin cause I got straps |
| 9 months later, we ain’t bustin no caps |
| Crispy clean, no strings attached |
| Little bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that |
| CHORUS |
| I heard you want a real man |
| Won’t you lay up here and give me the chance |
| I ain’t saying romance, and what you got can be enhanced |
| I’m matured enough, and I ain’t approach you for nothing |
| And the reason I came up off it cause you working with something |
| Now I done had a little herb, now I done build up the nerve |
| On top of that my head tight from everything the bar serve |
| I’m pitching, cause your curves got me wanting to slide home |
| And prove that I flip other things besides zones |
| Tell ya girls ya gone, baby you gots to roam |
| Who leaving with Fiend’s, he get it on, get it on You could make me moan, so you up for screwing me Please use ingenuity when you doing me Damn your dress in blues with you matching hat and shoes |
| Pretty legs but knees gone get bruised |
| Ain’t no one gonna get used |
| Now cut the bullshits and bluffings |
| Straight to the point shorty |
| Look I’m trying to do something |
| CHORUS |
| Back stage at the concerts peepin |
| You wanted me to see you and I’m thinking about creepin |
| Far from home, destination unknown, rock bone |
| Hotel booked and I don’t wanta be alone |
| Maybe it’s the tone got me visualizing this song |
| Camouflauge love all night making me moan |
| Thug passion, in the back seat ripping off your fashion |
| Run and tell your girls about your night with the assassin |
| I’m here tonight and the vibe is right |
| Red and blue lights are glowing over Brian McKnight |
| But tomorrow my flight, and I’ll be outta your sight |
| Take my address down so you can write |
| But for now lets do something |
| Fuck the frontin and the talking |
| My dogs just about barkin |
| Take your outfit off and put the soldiers shit on And go to war with me Pager number’s on the desk |
| Hit me when you trying to do something |
| CHORUS |