Trae Tha Truth, Dougie D, Cl’Che - Who Gone Do It lyrics
[Trae Tha Truth, Dougie D, Cl’Che - Who Gone Do It lyrics]
Who gon do it, the way I do
Who gon get this bitch hot as I do
And keep it live as I do
First of all, look I'm in mash mode
Motherfuckers wasn't even expecting
But here I go you know me from the Maab
You know me from the SLAB
Niggas be wanting to see Dougie
Show his raw naked ass
What about niggas that's hating
I don't feel that there
What about niggas that's pressing
I kill that there i'm a certified G
Like a freak on with one TV
I keep a click of killas
That's stupid and all coo-coo
Like the way I keep it live
Yeah we like that boy
Like the way I keep it on fire
Yeah we like that boy
I'ma jump on the track
And ride it and keep wigging
Panties'll get wet, while pads'll get messy
Who gon do it like I do it
No other or nan nother
Dougie'll get this motherfucker hot
Like summer
A Guerilla Maab nigga, I represent it forever
Until I retire my jersey
And touch another level
God damn it, I'm on fire
Just as soon as I commit's to speaking
The shit burn down
I'm a lyrical mastermind
With my punch line rhyme
Make a motherfucker rewind
And play it one mo' time
I'm a street toner scholar
Game I got a lot of
Flipping through the city
With my chicken on my wood divider
Trying to get me I think nada
This beam on top of my nine-a
Will go on top of your noggin
And knock everything up out of it
Whoo, when you boys gon learn
When you fuck around with the fire
Your ass will get burned
I done paid my dues daddy
So you wait your turn
And my mind up on my money
I don't know bout yours
And I'm still riding, sliding cocked up
Don't give a motherfuck
Squeeze a bitch up on her butt
Hollin' man hold up
Getting full and fucked up
It's your nigga Dougie D
Wrecking this bitch and getting bucked
Follow me inside the mind of a thugger
That's known to slug a
Never gon be nan nother
That's rougher coming out the gutter
I mean it and I tell you
I spit it like I'ma give it gangsta
For the digit's these niggas be weaker
Than a fake ass wanksta
I'm a corner bender, on 20's with TV's
And the bang be knocking off they fenders
Pretenders can never enter
To kick it with Maab related Guerillas
So niggas hate it
They know that they perpetrated
They life'll be confiscated
For fucking with a well known
With a weapon that's well shown
Conversating on cell phones
With work to get it gone
I'm just doublizing
With ways to shut 'em down
And since I shut 'em down
It's best they lay it down
It ain't nan bitch, can do it like I did it
Ain't nan mo'fucker
Could screw it like Screw did it
Or amateurs trying
To rhyme against professionals
That's not fair, so bitch I dare
You, to even think you could do what Cl' do
Originar SLAB rider, coming through
Cl'Che, Trae, Dougie D we love to do
When you hating on we do
And the do is in you i got a rhyme or two
And it's just about you
Cause we dropping these albums
Doing just what we do
And I ain't, never by myself
I got the whole damn Southside
Riding on my belt
Who gon get this bitch hot as I do
And keep it live as I do
First of all, look I'm in mash mode
Motherfuckers wasn't even expecting
But here I go you know me from the Maab
You know me from the SLAB
Niggas be wanting to see Dougie
Show his raw naked ass
What about niggas that's hating
I don't feel that there
What about niggas that's pressing
I kill that there i'm a certified G
Like a freak on with one TV
I keep a click of killas
That's stupid and all coo-coo
Like the way I keep it live
Yeah we like that boy
Like the way I keep it on fire
Yeah we like that boy
I'ma jump on the track
And ride it and keep wigging
Panties'll get wet, while pads'll get messy
Who gon do it like I do it
No other or nan nother
Dougie'll get this motherfucker hot
Like summer
A Guerilla Maab nigga, I represent it forever
Until I retire my jersey
And touch another level
God damn it, I'm on fire
Just as soon as I commit's to speaking
The shit burn down
I'm a lyrical mastermind
With my punch line rhyme
Make a motherfucker rewind
And play it one mo' time
I'm a street toner scholar
Game I got a lot of
Flipping through the city
With my chicken on my wood divider
Trying to get me I think nada
This beam on top of my nine-a
Will go on top of your noggin
And knock everything up out of it
Whoo, when you boys gon learn
When you fuck around with the fire
Your ass will get burned
I done paid my dues daddy
So you wait your turn
And my mind up on my money
I don't know bout yours
And I'm still riding, sliding cocked up
Don't give a motherfuck
Squeeze a bitch up on her butt
Hollin' man hold up
Getting full and fucked up
It's your nigga Dougie D
Wrecking this bitch and getting bucked
Follow me inside the mind of a thugger
That's known to slug a
Never gon be nan nother
That's rougher coming out the gutter
I mean it and I tell you
I spit it like I'ma give it gangsta
For the digit's these niggas be weaker
Than a fake ass wanksta
I'm a corner bender, on 20's with TV's
And the bang be knocking off they fenders
Pretenders can never enter
To kick it with Maab related Guerillas
So niggas hate it
They know that they perpetrated
They life'll be confiscated
For fucking with a well known
With a weapon that's well shown
Conversating on cell phones
With work to get it gone
I'm just doublizing
With ways to shut 'em down
And since I shut 'em down
It's best they lay it down
It ain't nan bitch, can do it like I did it
Ain't nan mo'fucker
Could screw it like Screw did it
Or amateurs trying
To rhyme against professionals
That's not fair, so bitch I dare
You, to even think you could do what Cl' do
Originar SLAB rider, coming through
Cl'Che, Trae, Dougie D we love to do
When you hating on we do
And the do is in you i got a rhyme or two
And it's just about you
Cause we dropping these albums
Doing just what we do
And I ain't, never by myself
I got the whole damn Southside
Riding on my belt