Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Doorite, artist - Saukrates. Date of issue: 23.04.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Doorite |
| My mama said don’t say nigga |
| The world said, pull the trigger |
| I’m sitting here trippin' off of old liquor |
| And now I’m insistin' on a old rhythm |
| I’ma doorite, I can do wrong |
| I’ma doorite, I can do wrong, wrong |
| I got just all the glamour the lights |
| The flames and rockets |
| You couldn’t imagine all the days that I flip |
| From hero to zero |
| Flip shit backwards zero to hero |
| Rebirth the access |
| Now show your money |
| But never show emotion |
| Two little phrases sound like a pimp’s potion |
| I’ma play the game like a whale play the ocean |
| Even if it mean the money move in slow motion |
| I ain’t saying nothin' but the real |
| Flip the coin this a joint I say how I feel |
| The peaks and valley define the alley cat |
| Hope you rally back |
| The wifebeater |
| Barely cuts in Louie sneakers |
| Seventh series Beamer |
| Shallow chicks start your Benz |
| And said OMG I guess it did better treat her |
| The infinite pursuit I hope |
| When you show true colors you were happy too |
| Do it, do it |
| My mama said don’t say nigga |
| The world said, pull the trigger |
| I’m sitting here trippin' off of old liquor |
| And I’m insistin' on a old rhythm |
| I’ma doorite, I can do wrong |
| I’ma doorite, I can do wrong |
| I’ma doorite, I can do wrong, wrong |
| Yeah I can do wrong, wrong |
| I gotcha |
| And I give you every piece of me |
| I hit the booth and bear it all with no decency |
| Mama wishing that I was more of a Jesus freak |
| I just hope I’m good with this good wood Jesus peace |
| Been away from my spiritual lessons |
| I pray these tattoos of crosses can get me into heaven |
| Sold some weed to the son of the reverend |
| Had his daughter up in the club |
| Swallowing all our blessings |
| Guzzle down a shot |
| Take it down a notch |
| Car sick like the cooties I circle circle round the block |
| East Coast wish wash |
| Tell me if you down or not |
| You take me for granted |
| Funny that’s how I got my counter tops |
| Nigga I’m from that rich city slip |
| Where they huntin' down lottery winners to catch a lick |
| Where the young girls mess with old men and get corrupted |
| Where if you carry on they chop and stuff you in luggage |
| I love it |
| Mine she hold ya, she hot krazy glue |
| She’s got weapons of mass destruction |
| Tucked in two places |
| Two faces |
| Can give birth to all races |
| My homeostasis is faceless when I ace this |
| I’m not a racist but still it’s a race |
| From the sperm to the egg |
| From the time your daddy busted his third leg |
| It’s like gold to the uterus |
| Move get out the way |
| Throwin' them bones just like Ludacris |
| I wanna be new to this world |
| I wanna doorite |
| I wanna new bike |
| My first Pumas that came in white |
| I wanna do wrong tonight |
| But she sleeps by the light of the silvery moon |
| So tight |
| She magnetizes my Michael Jackson |
| My inner fraction or my actions |
| Limits or subtraction action packin' |
| Admits the plastic tracks |
| I’m back |
| I was born to rap |
| That’s why I’m —— |