Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Somethin' I Would Do, artist - SPM. Date of issue: 11.12.2000
Song language: English
Somethin' I Would Do |
| I aint got the last two sentences to this verse |
| (grimm) |
| Then just freestyle it |
| (spm) |
| Alright, I can do that |
| First verse (spm): |
| Bring it back, drop the top on the lac |
| Screw put the tap on the wet fatback |
| Got the black gat, cant come wack |
| member when clubs wouldnt let me rap |
| Now they call me up, all on nuts |
| Get em for about ten thousand bucks |
| Sippin on dom perigion |
| Five, six songs and my ass is gone |
| Made a wrong catch or tone, grab my phone |
| See if my boy baby beesh is home |
| From san anton to the astrodome |
| Smoke weed with cheech, and hash with chong |
| Two a.m. sunglasses on |
| «twice last night», thats my nastiest song |
| Now its on, ask my t. |
| jones |
| Seem like the whole world on my ding-dong |
| Chorus (baby beesh &spm): |
| (baby beesh) |
| Take two hits and pass it on to you… |
| (spm) |
| Yeah that sounds like somethin I would do |
| (baby beesh) |
| Fill my swimmin pool up with some brew |
| (spm) |
| Yeah that sounds like somethin I would do Second verse (spm): |
| Well Im s-p-mex in the place to be And I went to bedrock university |
| I hang with the poor, and steal from the rich |
| I chill with the real and I wont never switch |
| Jump out the bed, come from the head |
| Last name flintstone, first name fred |
| My low-low, hop like a pogo |
| Walkin down the yellow brick road with a dog named toto |
| Run from no one cuz I might get a cr& |
| Ten dollar stone for bout twenty food st&s |
| Money aint happiness, yall some fools |
| Your babys brown eyes in some diamonds and jewels |
| Chorus (baby beesh &spm): |
| (baby beesh) |
| Smokin, chokin on pepe lepew… |
| (spm) |
| Yeah that sounds like somethin I would do |
| (baby beesh) |
| Make a dollar bill turn into two… |
| (spm) |
| Yeah that sounds like somethin I would do Third verse (spm): |
| You wanna play with the s, ha? |
| Twenty-five on my dresser |
| White tank-top, dickies from fiesta |
| Slow and low, here we go Doin the impossible |
| Jam rock &roll |
| Exotic cold |
| I done lost my high a lil while ago |
| Put away your gun, have some fun |
| Not no star, but Im stabbin one |
| A stallion, saddle up the horses |
| My gal gorgeous, I bought a fortress |
| Two divorces and only lost a corvette |
| My third wife, still aint born yet |
| No sweat, I relax in houston |
| Im the one that went gold, with no distribution |
| Rhymin, now them hoes mine and |
| Your boy went from muthafuckin dimes to diamonds |
| Chorus (baby beesh &spm): |
| (baby beesh) |
| Drop my top and pick up dj screw |
| (spm) |
| Yeah that sounds like somethin I would do |
| (baby beesh) |
| Show my love, Ill show it back to you… |
| (spm) |
| Yeah that sounds like somethin I would do |
| (baby beesh) |
| Tell your kid to stay his ass in school… |
| (spm) |
| Yeah that sounds like somethin I would do |
| (baby beesh) |
| Step on stage and act just like a fool… |
| (spm) |
| Yeah that sounds like somethin I would do |
| (baby beesh) |
| Make my girl sneak in my twenty-two |
| (spm) |
| Yeah that sounds like somethin I would do |
| (baby beesh) |
| Say homeboy you stepped in doggy-doo |
| Go outside and please wash off your shoe |
| (spm) |
| Say grimm, roll another baby dick and lets get high, fa sho! |