Lyrics Do Something - The Diplomats

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