Do It lyrics

by

Nelly


Do it
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Do it
Do the damn thang
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[Rasheeda]
Come on let's start this sh*t
Shawty let's crank this sh*t
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 n*ggas 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 sh*t no mo'
Da baddest hoe that you ever seen
Two triple O, shawty bout that green

[Quebo Gold]
Naw they don't understand
These n*ggas don't understand
These muthaf*ckers think we playin
See they don't know what we sayin
Fake n*ggas in our grill
Fake n*ggas all in our grill
These n*ggas don't wanna get to it
These n*ggas don't wanna do it
Do it
Come on now
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Do the damn thang
Come on
Do it
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Do the damn thang
Come on

[Re Re]
You can tell a real n*gga from the fake fake
A trill n*gga 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 n*gga better lay it down
Comin' through ain't bout that shady sh*t
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
[Rasheeda]
Well I was born in Illinois okay ah
Raised in Atlanta, G-A yah
Lived in New York and L.A. yah
My n*gga I'm da sh*t 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
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Do it
Come on now
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Come on now
Do it
Do the damn thang
Come on
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Come on now
Do it
Do the damn thang
Come on

[Pastor Troy]
Brrrrdt! Uh, Stick em, ha ha ha, stick em
f*ck dem pus*y n*ggas 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, b*tch get disappointed
sh*t, 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 b*tches, Pastor and Rasheeda
b*tch, 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
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Come on

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