The Ill Spoken - Do It Again lyrics

Still blowin' that smoke ayo, Osk
You know we gotta do one for the ladies
It ain't the typical shit though  (What?)
The one's for the ladies
Let me show 'em how we goin' through this one
(Ill Spoken, How High: The Mixtape) Check it
Y'all

How the kid do, withdrew some cash
Then I slid through (Cha ching)
Lookin' for some ass fast, grab a tissue
I know this shit can get sticky
I ain't stuck on honey
'Cause, I'm a playboy
Me and shorty fuck like bunnies
I'm like, "Dammit, this chick's fly
I wanna slide through your thick thighs
Baby, is you down for the dick-ride? (yeah)
Well, if you are, you can hop in my car
I sweet talk to you, baby
I don't talk to you hard


And then my eyes, bitch, you are who you are
So I ain't gotta tell
Have you straight screamin' out my name
Shit gets hot as hell" (Haha)
She got a glimpse, now she beggin' for more
And I'ma give it to her 'cause
I'm always ready to score (I'm ready)
It's all the shit you wish you had
Holla at them bitches there (yeah)
I got a girl to suck my
Dick like I'm a millionaire
Plus I got a couple hoes on
Call that go down hard
And suck my shit up good
Don't you slow down, no
Shit is crazy (Ha ha ha)
Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, cowards is lazy
Fuck you think you offendin' with that shit?
Ayo, Mac
Tell these motherfuckers to stand back
'Fore I crack they nuggets open, have
Blood all over the place, motherfucker
So what you what you wan' do?

I do my girl like some bomb
That one-hitter-quitter, then I'm gone
(And I'm gone) see, shorty lookin' right
Sittin' on the couch
Then she give me brains 'til there's
No feelin' in her mouth (yeah)
Pussy like some feline, feminine cats
(Uh, huh) need some real when you spittin'
On your estrogen rap (Haha, pussy)
See, me and Beedie ain't fuckin' with y'all
(Nah) we'd rather let these razor blades
Cut through our jaws
See, we run through the mall
Buyin' everything in it
L rolled behind my ear
Pickin' up some fine women (What it do?)
Bitch, eat your spinach
Y'all chicken like Popeye
Rotisserie, muhfuckers just not fly (Nuh uh)
I'ma call you Ostrich, runnin' around
Forgot that Hip-Hop started out
Under the ground now you dumb it down for
The circus runnin' ya town (What up?)
Man, I think I've just about
Enough from you clowns
(Get the fuck out of here)
Now I'm a dog taken straight from the pound
On that Cali weed while you
Bitches stay blazin' the brown
(Get your weed up, muhfuckers)

Yo, step your whole game up, matter fact
(Woah)
Y'all some weak, pussy motherfuckers (True)
And I ain't with it (True)
Switch ya style up
(True) , quit copyin' my shit
Check it, it's like

I feel like I'm standin' on
The tip of my toes spittin' my flows
Makin' motherfuckers switch up they roles
'Cause you gon' have to step your game up
(What?) homie, change up
Every time you spittin' lines
Comin' with the same stuff
You ain't tough, I'ma show the bitch
(Uh, huh) i came from hand-me downs
Now look what I'm slippin' into (What?)
It's fresh clothes, yes, hoes
Beedie back on the grind
If somebody ain't with it
Send 'em to the back of the line
And ya done, haha

And now ya stuck tryna make it up (What?)
So prepare for the heat when the flame erupts
(Yep) have you twitchin' like you hittin'
On some angel dust (Haha)
No one gives a fuck about you
We hate ya guts (Bitch)
Plus, it ain't rough when I'm kickin' a free
That cat Mac name begins with a E, to the Z
From the home of the free
The land of the brave
I turn MC's into singin', bitches
(Haha, yeah)