Sticky Fingaz - Just Do It lyrics
[Sticky Fingaz - Just Do It lyrics]
The New Age introducing The New Stick
Slap up for amusement
Ha ha ha ha ha, thought this was music?
Nah, it's real life, don’t you confuse it
When I'm on a track, betta keep it movin'
I out, it’s been proven
Except I do it like there's nothin' to it
Got the whole squad JUMPIN' TO IT
All the girls, look to it
The industry like, "I knew it!"
"Sticky Fingaz, ooh, he 'bout to do it!"
He make fkin' lose it
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta
I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta
I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it
On number two
You gon’ make me whip yo’ again
Sticky bigger, more stronger
More faster than
You ain't learned yet? Yo’ baby class is in
On a scale one to what?
(pffft) I'M PAST A TEN!
Big buck an' stick, it ain't happenin’
You just a pair of poofs! Abracadabra, man!
See the red dot? This ain't Candid Camera
Man
Came in a five, you leavin' in an ambulance
Get the six pack tight on my abdomens
If it was two of me
Women wouldn't stand a chance
Sticky Fingaz, a legend like Bagger Vance
I ain't mean to you up, it's just a habit
Man see, I
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta
I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta
I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it
If sex sells, I'm 'bout to make a killin'
Young black bachelor, rich wit' no chil'n
Only thing on my mind is money and women
Who on the calm and make this next million?
Dr dre said, "I thought you was a thespian?"
(Uh, uh) i said, "You're wrong
Young: I'm a male lesbian!" (Oh, what?)
This the third time a fell in love tonight
(HAHAHAHA)
I lead the triple life, I got a girl
And a wife
It's red carpets soon as I get in town
I'm on TV so much I gained fifteen pounds
All them other rappers
(What?) I'm puttin' 'em outta service
Even Mike Tyson said I make him nervous
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta
I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta
I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta
I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta
I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it
Slap up for amusement
Ha ha ha ha ha, thought this was music?
Nah, it's real life, don’t you confuse it
When I'm on a track, betta keep it movin'
I out, it’s been proven
Except I do it like there's nothin' to it
Got the whole squad JUMPIN' TO IT
All the girls, look to it
The industry like, "I knew it!"
"Sticky Fingaz, ooh, he 'bout to do it!"
He make fkin' lose it
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta
I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta
I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it
On number two
You gon’ make me whip yo’ again
Sticky bigger, more stronger
More faster than
You ain't learned yet? Yo’ baby class is in
On a scale one to what?
(pffft) I'M PAST A TEN!
Big buck an' stick, it ain't happenin’
You just a pair of poofs! Abracadabra, man!
See the red dot? This ain't Candid Camera
Man
Came in a five, you leavin' in an ambulance
Get the six pack tight on my abdomens
If it was two of me
Women wouldn't stand a chance
Sticky Fingaz, a legend like Bagger Vance
I ain't mean to you up, it's just a habit
Man see, I
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta
I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta
I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it
If sex sells, I'm 'bout to make a killin'
Young black bachelor, rich wit' no chil'n
Only thing on my mind is money and women
Who on the calm and make this next million?
Dr dre said, "I thought you was a thespian?"
(Uh, uh) i said, "You're wrong
Young: I'm a male lesbian!" (Oh, what?)
This the third time a fell in love tonight
(HAHAHAHA)
I lead the triple life, I got a girl
And a wife
It's red carpets soon as I get in town
I'm on TV so much I gained fifteen pounds
All them other rappers
(What?) I'm puttin' 'em outta service
Even Mike Tyson said I make him nervous
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta
I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta
I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta
I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta
I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it