Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do That, artist - Ruff Ryders. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Do That |
| Sick when she rock shit, stop when she block shit |
| Never try to run when she pull back and cock shit |
| Stop, drop, shut 'em down open up shop shit |
| Got 'em goin' crazy, wonderin' when they be cop shit |
| First lady, Ruff Ryder, honey got the hot shit |
| Star-bound, money now, for jet-black drop shit |
| Eve guarantee, betcha' niggas wanna pop this |
| Little kids be behind me screamin' out, «Can you stop miss?!!» |
| I know they daddy’s fiendin', daydreamin' bout me topless |
| Real bitches listen while they ride around and knock my shit |
| Try not to move ya head, come on now, stop it |
| Hustle nigga betty take yours quicker than coke profit |
| 'Cuz I can double it, and put |
| Bitch on bitch, brick on brick, stitch on stitch, who you fuckin' wit'? |
| Not me, can’t a nigga or bitch stop me |
| You hatin' muthafuckas line up for your first copy |
| Y’all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH |
| Roll it up and just lite some, UHH |
| Where my niggas with the big guns? |
| And when you smoke that shit it’s like, «WHOA!!WHOA!!» |
| Y’all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH |
| Roll it up and just lite some, UHH |
| Where my bitches that take ones? |
| 'Cuz when we smoke that shit it’s like «WHOA!!WHOA!!» |
| Uh, yo |
| Start the beef, hold up, ran when we roled up |
| Tough guy, wanna try ya luck? |
| Betcha' fold up |
| Ask around partner, got this whole shit sewed up |
| Gotcha' cryin' like, «Man I wanna blow up!!» |
| Cowards make me sick, swear to god I wanna throw-up |
| Answer in a session with me? |
| You better flow tough |
| Offended? |
| Don’t agree with what I’m sayin' nigga? |
| So what? |
| Now I gotta teach you respect, you better slow up |
| Question, 'Can she really hold it down?' |
| (sho' 'nough) |
| Philly’s where she from, but when she smoke, she like to go Dutch |
| You know what? |
| Quick to take the next man shyne |
| Quick to make him start bitchin' make the next man whine |
| Fuckin' babies! |
| Go ahead and lay down, it’s nap-time |
| Same shit you spittin', heard it in your last rhyme |
| Ain’t to much thatchu' could do, so that ya skills could pass mine |
| Car eer fineto, here’s some dough, go watch a peep show |
| Y’all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH |
| Roll it up and just lite some, UHH |
| Where my niggas with the big guns? |
| And when you smoke that shit it’s like, «WHOA!!WHOA!!» |
| Y’all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH |
| Roll it up and just lite some, UHH |
| Where my bitches that take ones? |
| 'Cuz when we smoke that shit it’s like «WHOA!!WHOA!!» |
| What me to talk crazy, shit, my moms made me |
| And all ya’ll niggas can do is *???spend a paybie???* |
| Ain’t gonna never change, do anything for bricks |
| Call my celly to come get you while I pass you in your Range |
| Nigga ride ya shotgun in the car wit' your friends |
| And what the fuck you wanna do? |
| But wanna blow out your brains? |
| Clown, I spot 'em from the time you buy me a drink |
| Instantly I get a vision of diamond studded links, and full ink minks |
| And little doggies dyed pink |
| 'Cuz I know ya wanna spend your last, before you even think |
| If you know somethin', speak the shit, I can keep a secret |
| To me, the niggas with the most money, is the cheapest |
| Wanna give me money off the book? |
| Daddy you can keep it |
| That’s why they got the most sites, and in the most fights |
| And walk with big brolic niggas thats protectin' they life |
| If you know you pussy nigga, take off the ice |
| Y’all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH |
| Roll it up and just lite some, UHH |
| Where my niggas with the big guns? |
| And when you smoke that shit it’s like, «WHOA!!WHOA!!» |
| Y’all fuckin' with the right ones, UHH |
| Roll it up and just lite some, UHH |
| Where my bitches that take ones? |
| 'Cuz when we smoke that shit it’s like «WHOA!!WHOA!!» |