JC Flow, XV - Doin' Me lyrics
[JC Flow, XV - Doin' Me lyrics]
I've been on the top for a minute
So no wonder why it's cool
I'm the dude that they hatin' on
And I ain't going to stop
Till the day that I drop
So you haters might be waiting long
So tell me what they gonna do with me
(do with me)
When I am that dude you can be (you could be)
But homie you can't, and haters just won't
Let me continue doin' me
I'm so sick, I'm so ill
Go ahead and call yo' mamma
I flow like H2O from Mexico, Tijuana
My style breaks ground
Smoke y'all like marijuana
I've been carvin' out the amazon
Starvin' like piranhas
People askin' questions
But I ain't that Dalai Lama
Although my rhymes do make ya' mind
Feel like Nirvana people love to hate me
They call me a Prima donna
I could make love and hate mate
And make a saint out of Madonna
I'm just doin' me, yeah, Neo, Da Vinci
I got my own niche
That's why I'm Michelangelo
And ya'll producing that Kit'sch
Try to cop my style, but
I've been hittin' this switch
I am the matrix (yeah)
I'm turn these rhymes into dimes
Ya'll be spitting quotes
Y'all websites hella' fast
But mine makes widget's choke
If hustle was a program
I might as well have wrote it
I'm pushing out upgrades like
Microsoft blood doped it
Haters hate, stick together like Twix
But, I be turnin' up the heat
They melted in my fist
The industry needed a man who
Can deliver this fix
Like High Def needed Blu ray
And DVDs needed Netflix
Open up gates like Stephen Kings "The Mist"
Lettin' monsters out who ain't
Nothing but straight pissed
A major league of white teeth
I'm rippin' out ya limbs swing like Griffey
Hittin' you with the soggy ends
I keep doin' me, ya'll keep being haters
I keep pushin' you back
But I flip it like I'm mater
I can summon the force
My flows be Darth Vader
My rhymes so organic
They greener than Ralph Nader
Y'all jams, they ain't half bad
But, I've been taken care of all
This rap creative math
I'm working out a way to add
Up my fans so fast
(Check it) y'all know the proff is in session
So no wonder why it's cool
I'm the dude that they hatin' on
And I ain't going to stop
Till the day that I drop
So you haters might be waiting long
So tell me what they gonna do with me
(do with me)
When I am that dude you can be (you could be)
But homie you can't, and haters just won't
Let me continue doin' me
I'm so sick, I'm so ill
Go ahead and call yo' mamma
I flow like H2O from Mexico, Tijuana
My style breaks ground
Smoke y'all like marijuana
I've been carvin' out the amazon
Starvin' like piranhas
People askin' questions
But I ain't that Dalai Lama
Although my rhymes do make ya' mind
Feel like Nirvana people love to hate me
They call me a Prima donna
I could make love and hate mate
And make a saint out of Madonna
I'm just doin' me, yeah, Neo, Da Vinci
I got my own niche
That's why I'm Michelangelo
And ya'll producing that Kit'sch
Try to cop my style, but
I've been hittin' this switch
I am the matrix (yeah)
I'm turn these rhymes into dimes
Ya'll be spitting quotes
Y'all websites hella' fast
But mine makes widget's choke
If hustle was a program
I might as well have wrote it
I'm pushing out upgrades like
Microsoft blood doped it
Haters hate, stick together like Twix
But, I be turnin' up the heat
They melted in my fist
The industry needed a man who
Can deliver this fix
Like High Def needed Blu ray
And DVDs needed Netflix
Open up gates like Stephen Kings "The Mist"
Lettin' monsters out who ain't
Nothing but straight pissed
A major league of white teeth
I'm rippin' out ya limbs swing like Griffey
Hittin' you with the soggy ends
I keep doin' me, ya'll keep being haters
I keep pushin' you back
But I flip it like I'm mater
I can summon the force
My flows be Darth Vader
My rhymes so organic
They greener than Ralph Nader
Y'all jams, they ain't half bad
But, I've been taken care of all
This rap creative math
I'm working out a way to add
Up my fans so fast
(Check it) y'all know the proff is in session