I Wanna Do It lyrics

by

50 Cent


[Chorus: Too $hort]
I wanna do it {*repeat 4X*}

[Too $hort]
She wanna do it like that, I love the way she do me
With that pretty-ass face and that big fat booty
Got me horny, I wanna have sex wit'chu
And do all them things, we never ever get to do
We already talked about it, you said you wit it
Get butt-naked in the bed and let me hit it
Last time I saw you, you was quick with the jag
Wanna hit it from the back, let them big titties sag
b*tch hella thick, lotta junk in her trunk
When you start don't stop cause I just wanna c*m
And then f*ck you again, bust a nut on your chin
Get my di*k back hard and run up in your friend
We can all get together on the late night
A whole lotta f*ckin and suckin, 'til it's daylight
I'm $hort Dawg, you better hand me that cat
You so sexy when you up there dancin like that

[Chorus]

[Too $hort]
Did you think I wouldn't be in here spankin that cat
Tryin to put her motherf*ckin ankles on her neck
I made her lick it, suck it, swallow it, she asked me
How it get so damn hard again, I'm nasty
But I'm not a freak
I just say a lot of rhymes to a lot of beats
It comes easily, I'm a pimp in these streets
I'ma keep makin money in this industry
So when she bends her knees, I'll be standin up
Gettin head for 30 minutes, b*tch can I f*ck?
I know I came in your mouth I can't trust you sl*t
That's why I'm 'bout to raise up, when I bust a nut
Wipe your face with a napkin from KFC
I give a f*ck what happened, b*tch c'est la vie
I'm out! What'chu complainin about?
You should be happy, I left some DNA in your mouth
[Girl] You wanna do what muh'f*cker, you wanna f*ck?
I wanna do it
[Girl] sh*t it ain't free
I cain't lie
[Girl] If you got that money you can get in this real quick
I wanna do it
[Girl] But I don't f*ck with broke-ass n*ggas
So what'chu wanna do?
[Girl] What'chu tryin to do?
I wanna do it
[Girl] Motherf*cker you cain't get in this sh*t!
That ain't fly... I wanna do it
[Girl] n*gga you better have yo' cash first, ass last

[Too $hort]
Hell nah b*tch you can't get over on me
I'm always sharp, I'm even sober when I drink
You runnin game on me, I gotta go
b*tch slick talkers might talk you out of your sh*t
But not mine, I keep ridin clean
I don't need you b*tch you need a lot of things
All I need is mo' money, and some choosin hoes
What I look like buyin b*tches new shoes and clothes
Everythang on a b*tch that's how it used to go
Back when them old school n*ggas rode trues and vogues
I'll be talkin this pimp sh*t daily
b*tch you can't play me, what'chu do for me lately?
I know what it is, don't wanna hear about sex
It's two different things with a player and a trick
She can hold out her hand... and I won't pay her sh*t
I just say bee-itch!
[Chorus]

[Too $hort talking over Chorus]
$hort Dawg in the house
You listenin to, Pimpin' Incorporated, the mixtape
No it's not the new album, this is not the new album
Up All Nite album #16 comin soon

[Too $hort]
Yeah this $hort Dawg
Spittin that game baby
Album #16 on the way
Up All Nite, in stores soon baby
No doubt, ain't nobody got more rhymes than Too $hort
Ain't no rappers with mo' songs than $hort Dawg
That n*gga's been doin this sh*t forever!
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