Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do Something, artist - The Diplomats. Date of issue: 17.02.2015
Song language: English
Do Something |
| Come on! |
| Yeah |
| Jim Jones where you at baby? |
| Juelz Santana, (I feel good right now man) |
| This is music right here |
| Once again where you at |
| I feel like Rocky or something, man |
| Yo, they try to box me in the corner the the longest |
| No keys, lock me in this corner for the longest but |
| Somehow I managed to creep from under the rock |
| Linkin' up with Cam, him linkin' up with the Roc now |
| This is powerful music I bring to the table |
| The sequel to Abel the way I slang 'caine cause |
| Y’all know I’m past then focus, incase you haven’t noticed |
| Squeeze and blast them open as soon as the magnum open |
| Cam gonna make me star, I’m gonna make him a million |
| Jones is here, we invading the building and |
| I’m still on the corner grinding for them big stacks |
| Big coats, big gats don’t ever forget that |
| Yes sir, Yes sir |
| Oh yea nigga |
| Yo, my goal ain’t to be number one on your charts |
| If it happens, so be it, come with the arts |
| Everyone in my parts they still moving |
| Hold the drums in the… front of the… |
| I do this shit six, seven contestants |
| They don’t give a fuck if you sick |
| You still get cuffed and arrested (click clank) |
| My justice is wretched |
| You get knocked down |
| Please, grab your crutches, keep steppin' |
| Cause the game we done held back too long |
| The pain we done felt that too long |
| Cocaine we done dealt that too long |
| And my pops it don’t help that you gone |
| Myself should move on |
| It’s scary and I’m gonna need help |
| Streets fluster me |
| Dogs, marijuana don’t help |
| Fiends, junkies in the corner don’t help |
| Knee deep in my grave on these blocks |
| I’m a goner myself |
| Killa, I’m here y’all |
| I’m ready, I’m ready |
| Uh, hey, yo |
| What up buzzin' buzzin' |
| Birds flip a dozen dozen |
| Holla at your boy, boy |
| You thought your cousin wasn’t |
| I’m ready, yes sir, here we go |
| Jim Jones c’est ce bon, Santana magnifique |
| Y’all niggas know holla at me if it’s any beef |
| (Yes sir, gats, guns, knives…) |
| I know it’s vice versa |
| We like murder we convicting the track |
| But yo if you got bitches to fuck |
| Hit me up dawg |
| (Yea I’m ready, uh) |
| Far as lyrics go |
| They rocking recitals |
| It won’t stop till I’m on top with the title |
| Hustlin' no stoppin' the cycle |
| I’m shopping for rifles |
| I’m not for the idols |
| The twin towers dawg |
| We on top of the Eiffel like |
| La Pisa Pisa |
| Eating a piece of pizza |
| You can’t be where I be dawg |
| You need a visa |
| Come on, chief on reefer |
| Please believe it |
| I will squeeze and leave ya |
| All bullets they will eat and seek ya |
| Harlem World I’mma swell my town |
| You a clown you can’t tell by now |