Rasheeda, Re-Re, Pastor Troy - Do It lyrics

Do it come on now
Do it come on now
Do it come on now
Do it do the damn thang
Come on do it
Come on now do it
Come on now do it
Come on now do it
Do the damn thang come on
Do it come on now
Do it come on now
Do it come on now
Do it do the damn thang
Come on

Come on let's start this shit
Shawty let's crank this shit
A little sumethin for them hatin' hoes
Who gets nothin' but them knees and boes
Why ya'll all in my grill
Why ya'll can't keep it real
Always tryin' to plot and scheme
Wanna live this life is just a dream
Ain't no I in teams
All the real niggas know what it mean
Catch me ya'll just to slow
Hatin' hoes gotta let ya'll go
Don't never try to stop my flo'
Won't tell you this shit no mo'
Da baddest hoe that you ever seen
Two triple O, shawty bout that green

Naw they don't understand
These niggas don't understand
These muthafuckers think we playin
See they don't know what we sayin
Fake niggas in our grill
Fake niggas all in our grill
These niggas don't wanna get to it
These niggas don't wanna do it do it
Come on now do it
Come on now do it
Come on now do it
Do the damn thang come on
Do it come on now
Do it come on now
Do it come on now
Do it do the damn thang
Come on

You can tell a real nigga from the fake fake
A trill nigga that's down in the cake cake
A hot girl that's clean not stank stank
Some bad weave for somebody
So u took a little drank
So I guess it made u think
That you could when u can't
Wit the N with the ain't
Ain't nobody got time round
Here to playing round
Sucka wit the big sack nigga
Better lay it down
Comin' through ain't bout that shady shit
Boy I'm mo' dirty than Dusty Rhodes
I drop the beat and rock the flo'
Representing that Que Bo Gold
So don't you try to test us out
Thinkin' we country wit no skills
Cuz I drop the bass and tame the bass
Put this fire to yo grill

Well I was born in Illinois okay ah
Raised in Atlanta, G-A yah
Lived in New York and LA yah
My nigga I'm da shit no matter where I stay
Cuz, uh, I wuz cut like that
Lil buddy i'm stacked like that
From da front to da side
To da back, Rasheeda
And I'm tight like that
I ain't never been worried bout anotha
Cutter her buddy, lil buddy I don't studder
9 double lock chrome for the lame lame
Big faces in my pocket not the chump change
Ride the Benz with the
Wood grain, grilled out, smoke frame
With the knock knock
38 pop pop all you haters just stop
Or you gone get dropped

Do it come on now
Do it come on now
Do it come on now
Do it do the damn thang
Come on do it
Come on now do it
Come on now do it
Come on now do it
Do the damn thang come on

Brrrrdt! Uh, Stick em, ha ha ha, stick em
Fuck dem pussy niggas and who ever wit em
All I say is sic em and there go my boys
D-S-G-B, Pastor damn Troy
Boy you ain't ready boy you don't want it
Boy we ain't ready, bitch get disappointed
Shit, all I know is southern blo'd
Not lower than a dime
From thirty piece to quarter ki
We strictly on da grind
No time to spit no evidence, no evidence
No charge since they ain't got no evidence
I gave them my lil boy
The scars from my hand as
I crank up the speaker
Drop the bomb on you bitches
Pastor and Rasheeda bitch, do it!

Do it come on now
Do it come on now
Do it come on now
Do it do the damn thang
Come on do it
Come on now do it
Come on now do it
Come on now do it
Do the damn thang come on

Come on now come on, y'all
Come on, let's do this damn thang come on
Come on