Dooinit lyrics

by

Slum Village


[Intro]
Keep on, chka-dka-dka-uh, uhh
Keep, on, chka-dka-uh, uhh
Keep on, chka-dka-dka-uh, uhh
Keep on, chka-dka-dka-uh, uhh
Keep on, chka-dka-dka-uh, uhh
Keep on, chka-dka-uh, uhh
Keep, on, chka-uh, uhh
Keep...

[Verse 1: Common]
Muh'f*cker move back, I pursue rap at the pace of a New Jack
This miscellaneous numbers and shoes stack
Bruise rap I deliver for the hungry and underprivileged
Something different from these hollerin', gruntin' n*ggas
This is business strictly, step to my business is risky
'Specially when you as b*tch as Missy
Back to back LP's that sound the same, I surround the game
With a four-pounded brainstorm
To make n*ggas dance in the rain, scared to take a chance in the game
Used to breakdance, it's a shame
What money do to a n*gga brain (What?)
If he lose his soul what did a n*gga gain?

[Hook: Common [*scratched*]]
Doin' it-it, do-doin' it-it
Yeah, I am doin' it
Doin'-in' it, I am doin' it
C-O, double M-O to the N (What?)
Doin' it-it (Yeah), do-doin' it-it
I am doin' it
C-O, double M-O to the N, ya-ya, ya heard? (Yeah, yo, yo)
[Verse 2: Common]
My train of thought is that of a hustler, or a n*gga with his shirt off
Trying to get his work off to customers
I rap with a chip on my shoulder, squeezing Coronas
See shirts say "We gotta get over"
That jiggy sh*t is over, the war is on
I only want to be a soldier, I'm holdin' on, to a culture
Focused like Gordon Parks when it's sorta dark
For n*ggas flooded with ice, my thought's the ark
Performing warming arts with some sh*t for the heart
Don't f*ck with radio, ignoring the charts
I could give a f*ck what you made in a year, n*gga, you wack
A soft n*gga on a hard track, in this new rap
Generation I "X" cats like a Muslim
He fell off 'cause I pushed him
Let his Bently and his weak crew be his cushion
I catch him on the streets, in front of bodyguards and rush him

[Hook: Common [*scratched*]]
Doin' it-it, do-doin' it-it (Yeah)
I am doin' it (Yeah)
Doin'-in' it, I am doin' it
C-O, double M-O to the N (What?)
Doin' it-it, do-doin' it-it
I am doin' it
I'm the C-O, double M-O to the N, ya-ya, ya heard?
[Verse 3: Common]
You wasn't saying you was a thug before Pac came
Ten years ago you had a high top trying to be like Kane
Then Snoop released and it became a G thang
Claim sets, your city ain't got gangs
n*ggas ain't hate you, they ain't paying you no attention
In a circle of faggots, yo' name is mentioned
With six degrees (You what?), I separate MC's, from a business man that's good (Uh)
From a n*gga that was raised or just lived in the hood
From what a n*gga says to what's understood
Keep my sh*t tight like them boys in "The Wood" (Yeah)
di*k is always hard like the "Boyz in the Hood"
Peace to Dug Inf, No I, Sean Lett, the whole Chi
At the crib some cats give me the cold eye
I'ma b*tch slap the next one
Let him know the world is my section, to take it
You got to use aggression (Yeah)

[Hook: Common [*scratched*]]
Doin' it-it, do-doin' it-it
I am doin' it
Doin'-in' it, I am doin' it
C-O, double M-O to the N (What?)
Doin' it-it, do-doin' it-it
I am doin' it
I'm the C-O, double M-O to the N (N), ya-ya, ya heard? (Yo)
[Outro: Common [*scratched*]]
Y-y, yo
Y-y-y-y, yo
I'm the C- O- do-double M (Y-) O (Yo-yo)
I'm the C- O-O-O do-double M O-O
Doin' it-it, I am doin' it
C-O, double M-O to the N...
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