I Wanna do It lyrics

by

E-40


[Intro]
The World’s Freshest you b*tch
Cha
Uh Yeah
Bet you be about
You know I wanna do it[x3]
b*tch you know I wanna do it
You know I wanna do it

[Verse 1:]
Uh Yeah
I wanna buss it open in the mornin’
Like presents on Christmas day
di*k was all she wanted
Ain’t nothing like them freaky b*tches from California
That coochie juicy
Thumbin that booty when I’m bonin
Peep that from the back that show you
How sexy the lot can share
Freaky ho from Valley though she know that it’s a rap for that
Matter fact, some fool spent some racks and bought a ring for that
Freshly pack the magnets, keep them ratchets out my habitat
It’s obvious the sh*t I wanna do to you
I chillin with the quick so bring some b*tches shorty
So go’on an get to it don’t ask permission
And I think I’m feelin you friend so let’s pull a switcheroo
f*cking you since 1 or 2
Out the door by 3 or 4
Who I share the di*k with, shut yo lip with
That’s fo’ me to know
I need it tho
Some green to blow
b*tch go f*ck yo check off
When its finshed know u f*ckin’ wid a gangsta
b*tch
[Chorus:]
You know I wanna do it [x8]

[Verse 2:]
Yeah, I wanna f*ck her in the afternoon
My b*tch babysit, we f*ck in the family room
Girl, I'm in the mood, so take that lil' fool to school
It's polo jaws on my balls,I don't f*ck with you tonight
Low fit in that Versace light?, so cold if you rock it bright
Jump in on them monkeys, b*tch, you monkey you went shoppin' right
4Gs on my car so tight, been purple barred with ice
Clean on them hunkeys, b*tch, you monkey, I'm a star tonight
So make yo wish b*tch, I'll straight legit, b*tch
Whip em 3.5 to 36, now that big di*k
Now make a wish b*tch, I'm straight legit b*tch
Whip one 3.5 to 36, now that big di*k yea

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:] [Sir Michael Rocks]
So if you see me with tricks, you know I just hit a jug
You wanna shine with a n*gga, I think you definitely should
Cause when I step on the set, I f*ck yo rep in the hood
But I got a rep in Tibet, I pull the Tech on a monk
A real as*h*le, badboy, I don't play sports
The type of guy make your thighs get a divorce
That's right, anytime of the day you down for the ride
I'm findin' a way, rain, sleet, hail, snow, no job in the way
Look, homie, I stay hustlin' and toll takin'
These b*tch n*ggas, I can't fail them
I can't imagine that type of life you livin'
Ain't no champagne where you sittin'
Ain't a damn thing on yo body fittin'
You watchin' Twilight, n*gga
But all the thotties that you ain't gettin'
I don't give a f*ck
They shadow clones
They wanna be us
Bussing my cut
Being the blood and guts
You gotta bless the bottle
It seems the only kingdom that we read in bibles
Is closer than we really know
Just let me remind you
[Chorus]
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