| If you ain’t feelin' me, may just walk away
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| Is all I doin', what more can I say
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| Do You
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| Cause nigga I’mma do me
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| Do You
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| Cause nigga I’mma do me
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| Do You
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| Cause nigga I’mma do me
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| Do You
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| Nigga…
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| Let me attempt to spit this
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| Assist this with a pen in my fist
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| Im scriptin' Sonny Liston’s lost b
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| Quick six whips sick clique it’s Slum V
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| We stick chicks til their extensions fuzzy
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| Jewerly’s thick and chunky ridiculous
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| Like in them pictures when Slick Rick was a young bee… boy
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| And picked his gumby im comfy
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| Til you insist you’ll take my existence from me
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| Clack Click, the clip spits buddy
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| I place you in ditches like Egyptians that stitched mummys
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| Your limpin' bloody
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| I serve niggas like the homeless mission kitchen
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| We’re fixing chicken for the bums free
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| You can’t tell us we don’t get this money
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| We keep a dollar up like Richie Rich’s puppy
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| We looking for the dips with donkey’s to hit
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| It’s the Villa gorilla pimps, your chimps and monkeys bitch
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| If you ain’t feelin' me, may just walk away
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| Is all I doin', what more can I say
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| Do You
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| Cause nigga I’mma do me
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| Do You
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| Cause nigga I’mma do me
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| Do You
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| Cause nigga I’mma do me
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| Do You
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| Nigga…
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| When you see me in a spot never less than a dime
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| Y’all might roll with 6 we sit with a 9
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| See, Im a sick rapper with a flow that’s divine
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| Y’all might flip the flow but don’t flip it like mine
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| Y’all might roll with a squad but it ain’t like mine
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| See im quick with the flow dogg im good to the go
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| I’mma stack till I spit til I can’t go broke
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| I want the Benz, the Range, I want it all, I want gold
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| Then I dips in the whips with the chicks in the clothes
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| Cause I chill with the chicks who be the centerfolds
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| Then I creep to the mo, with a freak on the low
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| Then I come thru the doe, then I mash on the flo
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| Yea I keeps it moving like the local D.O.T's
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| Keep serving these yo’s with the bad tendancies
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| Let a nigga do his thang, shit stop sweating me
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| Gone roll with a playa girl it’s all hustle free
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| If you ain’t feelin' me, may just walk away
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| Is all I doin', what more can I say
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| Do You
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| Cause nigga I’mma do me
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| Do You
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| Cause nigga I’mma do me
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| Do You
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| Cause nigga I’mma do me
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| Do You
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| Jeeeaaaa
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| But of course it be effortless we pullin up in the porshe
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| Medallion the size of a horse on my necklace
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| We done it again, done got under your skin
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| We come hot like a gun pop running ur jems
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| Can none stop this thing of ours
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| The ladies they fein and double team in gstrings and bras
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| Make 'em scream like electric strings guitars
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| Don’t hate on the squad cause my niggas is stars
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| If you ain’t feelin' me, may just walk away
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| Is all I doin', what more can I say
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| Do You…
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| Do You… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Do You , by - Slum Village. Song from the album Detroit Deli (A Taste Of Detroit), in the genre Поп