I Do That sh*t lyrics
by OJ da Juiceman
[Chorus: OJ da Juiceman]
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, I move them pounds and them bricks
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, dimes and them damn nicks
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, sell wholes and sell splits
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, yeah, Young Juice, b*tch
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, I move pounds and move bricks
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, dimes and them damn nicks
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, sell wholes and sell splits
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, yeah, Young Juice, b*tch
[Verse 1: OJ da Juiceman]
When I post up in your hood with them breakdown dimes
If a n*gga try to jack, leave this thought on the grind
Disrespect my mind, then I'll dump a couple rounds
Headed straight for the border with them keys and the pounds
Hit my 'migo up, let him know I'm 'bout to [?]
With a stupid, stupid juug like Joc, it's going down
Multicolored chains, same color, orange mound
In the tractor trailer truck, same color as the pound
White girl in, so the trap all mine
Young Juiceman serving deuces and the dimes
[Chorus: OJ da Juiceman]
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, I move them pounds and them bricks
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, dimes and them damn nicks
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, sell wholes and sell splits
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, yeah, Young Juice, b*tch
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, I move pounds and move bricks
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, dimes and them damn nicks
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, sell wholes and sell splits
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, yeah, Young Juice, b*tch
[Verse 2: Bolo]
Full the pound, bust them down
You see that K? I'm busting rounds
See why you don't come around
They ain't sold on my side of town
Zone 6 [?] sound screeching for that chalkwork
Metro or that damn church, Pyrex make [?] j*rk
At the club, hundreds on it
Ese got them bullets on him
That'll put you in a coma
Cookie coke, I hate the aroma
I done had a nice summer, 63 to 96
Every day, it leaves them [?]
My trap, they bunking, b*tch
I ain't on no crazy sh*t
Pockets got them gwalla, b*tch
Want some work? Then holla, b*tch
Want some work? Then holla, b*tch
[Chorus: OJ da Juiceman]
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, I move them pounds and them bricks
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, dimes and them damn nicks
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, sell wholes and sell splits
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, yeah, Young Juice, b*tch
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, I move pounds and move bricks
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, dimes and them damn nicks
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, sell wholes and sell splits
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, yeah, Young Juice, b*tch
[Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman]
Yeah, it's Young Juice and b*tch, I do that sh*t
36 O's, 16 O's and yeah, I move it quick
Call me T-Mobile 'cause I'm always surfing
Cadillac EST, blowing on Urkel
Juice and Bolo with the mid and the purple
It's a lot of n*ggas, so it's a big circle
Raised on the 'Crest, so you know I'll murk you
And post up in your hood with the dimes and the workers
Donk on Davin and they paint it purple
Crazy color swag, hoes say, "Yeah" like Usher
Swing my door, not too hard, goons straight up rush you
Trap going crazy, got me iced like Busta
Riding, yeah, deuces and dimes
Wrist game retarded, I could give away a nine
[Chorus: OJ da Juiceman]
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, I move them pounds and them bricks
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, dimes and them damn nicks
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, sell wholes and sell splits
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, yeah, Young Juice, b*tch
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, I move pounds and move bricks
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, dimes and them damn nicks
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, sell wholes and sell splits
I do that sh*t, I do that sh*t, yeah, Young Juice, b*tch