The Band - Do You Know lyrics
[The Band - Do You Know lyrics]
Y'all hear the guitars
Wyclef is in the building
Puffy came to get me
I have officially made the band
I'm a rock star
Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things that
Life is showing you
What are you gonna do, do you know
So where you from? Where chicks
Rock Air Force One's
Belly shirts tied up and our hair stay done
So where you from? Where they
Don't rock Air Force One's
We hit the block out the
Spots holding Air Force guns
So where you from? Philly splitters
Rock Dickies and boots
A deuce deuce in my tube
Socks inching the shoe
Man where you from? Where guerrillas
Don't be messing with cops
You catch a case go on the
Run and still hugging the block
So what you doing? Big Ballin'
Money makin' and flossin'
Sean Johnin' you know how we
Do it in New Orleans
So what you doing? What I'm doing
Man I'm doing it big
I'm cockin' it back the mack crack
Crackin' your wig
Man what you doing? Man I'm minding my biz
I'm trying to feed my kids I can't
Starve dog I need my rib
Yo what you doing? Shuttin'
Broads down believe me
On my grind all night 'cause
Your girl is greedy
Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things that
Life is showing you
What are you gonna do, do you know
All I know somebody better have my money
If being broke is a joke
I don't find that funny
All I know that chicks
Better respect my gangsta
I'm far from your mother but
I still will spank ya
All I know is this project living and sh
What could you tell me if you
Ain't never been in this here all I know
My flow put me through better doors
And bought two gold pedals
For that Bentley Azure
Please, don't give up, on your life
Ghetto child, it's alright
The sun will come out tomorrow
Even though we grindin' down in the ghetto
But so we go and so we go
When the sun come out to shine I'd
Be so ready for die now
Forgive me for my sins but I
Still holding me nine ah
VIP looking for another man for rob now
Just another way for escape Riker's Island
I'm gonna prove to these dudes I
Can get me a Coupe
Without snatching you out of yours
With that steam on you i wanna prove
I'm a superstar my rims
Sitting on Shaquille O'Neals
You know who we are
I gonna prove it that Babs is
The best in the game
So thugs hold on tight like
I'm snatching your chain
And I'm gonna prove it to the
Chicks that cold shouldered me
And the record labels that chose
To look over me, ha
I ain't going back to jail to a pack of
Oodles and Noodles in the wack of my cell
Dudes get cut in the yard
We rushing the guards
We taking over it's a riot
Gun button the Sarge
All of my homies with wheels
Waiting for in the peel is all the way real
We peel penitentiary steel, come on
Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things that
Life is showing you
What are you gonna do, do you know
Bad Boy, Refugee camp Collabo, let's go
Babs from Brooklyn and I do my thing
Chopper City straight out of New Orleans
The infamous Freddy P from the M I A
It's Sara stokes with the Midwest Swing
Dylan Dillinger doing me thing
E-Ness that Philly cat sticking for bling
Pow
Wyclef is in the building
Puffy came to get me
I have officially made the band
I'm a rock star
Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things that
Life is showing you
What are you gonna do, do you know
So where you from? Where chicks
Rock Air Force One's
Belly shirts tied up and our hair stay done
So where you from? Where they
Don't rock Air Force One's
We hit the block out the
Spots holding Air Force guns
So where you from? Philly splitters
Rock Dickies and boots
A deuce deuce in my tube
Socks inching the shoe
Man where you from? Where guerrillas
Don't be messing with cops
You catch a case go on the
Run and still hugging the block
So what you doing? Big Ballin'
Money makin' and flossin'
Sean Johnin' you know how we
Do it in New Orleans
So what you doing? What I'm doing
Man I'm doing it big
I'm cockin' it back the mack crack
Crackin' your wig
Man what you doing? Man I'm minding my biz
I'm trying to feed my kids I can't
Starve dog I need my rib
Yo what you doing? Shuttin'
Broads down believe me
On my grind all night 'cause
Your girl is greedy
Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things that
Life is showing you
What are you gonna do, do you know
All I know somebody better have my money
If being broke is a joke
I don't find that funny
All I know that chicks
Better respect my gangsta
I'm far from your mother but
I still will spank ya
All I know is this project living and sh
What could you tell me if you
Ain't never been in this here all I know
My flow put me through better doors
And bought two gold pedals
For that Bentley Azure
Please, don't give up, on your life
Ghetto child, it's alright
The sun will come out tomorrow
Even though we grindin' down in the ghetto
But so we go and so we go
When the sun come out to shine I'd
Be so ready for die now
Forgive me for my sins but I
Still holding me nine ah
VIP looking for another man for rob now
Just another way for escape Riker's Island
I'm gonna prove to these dudes I
Can get me a Coupe
Without snatching you out of yours
With that steam on you i wanna prove
I'm a superstar my rims
Sitting on Shaquille O'Neals
You know who we are
I gonna prove it that Babs is
The best in the game
So thugs hold on tight like
I'm snatching your chain
And I'm gonna prove it to the
Chicks that cold shouldered me
And the record labels that chose
To look over me, ha
I ain't going back to jail to a pack of
Oodles and Noodles in the wack of my cell
Dudes get cut in the yard
We rushing the guards
We taking over it's a riot
Gun button the Sarge
All of my homies with wheels
Waiting for in the peel is all the way real
We peel penitentiary steel, come on
Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things that
Life is showing you
What are you gonna do, do you know
Bad Boy, Refugee camp Collabo, let's go
Babs from Brooklyn and I do my thing
Chopper City straight out of New Orleans
The infamous Freddy P from the M I A
It's Sara stokes with the Midwest Swing
Dylan Dillinger doing me thing
E-Ness that Philly cat sticking for bling
Pow